Monday, November 25, 2013

In the Spotlight: Ava O'Shay

Please welcome Ava O'Shay today on my blog. :)

Jessica Hunter lost her heart and her husband at the same time. He died, and she discovered his infidelities, leaving her a shattered mess.
Five years later, Jessica still isn’t interested in a relationship. That is, until she meets sexy, lead actor Penn Jackson on the set of a popular tween movie—and her life gets turned upside down. Swept away by Penn’s carefree attitude, she lets him into her heart—and her bed—even though Penn warns her that being with him will change her life.
Penn’s warning doesn’t mean much to her. But when his publicist begins a campaign to get rid of her, and a trip to the emergency room turns into a tabloid explosion, she doesn’t just lose her anonymity, but also her job. Now, Jessica will have to choose between the man she loves and the life she’s always known.

Penn’s free hand came up and brushed my jaw. I reached for the towel, trying to control the rush of heat he was causing. When I brushed against his hand, electricity charged through me.
I saw it coming. I hadn’t been with a man in five years, but this might as well been a neon sign. The kiss was definitely not a surprise and I could have stopped it. But I didn’t. I wanted it so bad I had to restrain myself from throwing myself at him. His eyes darkened, his head tilted, his hand slipped around my jaw, and then my neck, pulling my mouth to his. A power pulsed and tingled from my lips before his lips hovered over mine.
“Stop me now if you don’t want this,” he whispered.
My hands moved to lightly rest on his chest and our mouths came together. His touch was feather-light at first, testing to see if I would push away. He leaned back and looked into my eyes, searching for an answer to his unspoken question, “Was this okay?”
A smile of embarrassment tugged at my mouth. I tried to drop my head, but his hand held me where I was, his thumb caressing circles on my cheek. He brought his mouth to mine again, asking for more. He slid his other arm around my back and pulled my hips against him. His lips opened slightly, his tongue explored. I could taste the rich beer he’d been drinking. The moan I suppressed earlier escaped my throat.
I pushed back and turned away from him, straightening my shirt nervously. I fanned myself with my hand, babbling. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” I refused to look at him and I headed for the door. “I’m sorry. This is a mistake. I don’t do this.”


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