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Guest Post: Alyssa Day
Nov. 9th, 2018 09:02 pmToday, Lily's Reviews welcomes Alyssa Day to the blog with a special guest post - an excerpt from Christmas in Atlantis.
Welcome, Ms. Day!
Hello, Lily's Reviews readers! Happy holidays!! I'm trying not to stuff my face with leftover Halloween candy, and how is it that Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming up so fast??? 2018 went by far too fast!
I know I could drone on and on about myself, but instead I thought I'd do something fun. I love to read "first kiss" scenes—the attraction, intensity, desire, sometimes laughter, and sometimes revelation of that first kiss make me sigh with happiness. So I thought I'd share one of mine!
Here is the scene from CHRISTMAS IN ATLANTIS where you'll see Dare, a pirate, and Lyric, a painter, share a first-if slightly addled by his fever—kiss. Enjoy!! You can find the book—which just won the prestigious Maggie award for outstanding romance fiction!--and another excerpt at https://alyssaday.com/books/christmas-in-atlantis/overview.
Happy holidays!
CHRISTMAS IN ATLANTIS, by Alyssa Day, excerpt:
Lyric sighed.
“Dare. Enough. You’re burning up. Let me get you some antibiotics. A big, fat needle filled with penicillin might take your mind off your libido—"
“Your ass,” he mumbled dreamily, and she could feel him smile against her neck.
“And off my ass,” she agreed, sighing.
“Kiss me.”
“What?” Surely he hadn’t said…
“Kiss me, and I’ll let you go get needles and pessanillin. Pennalissen. Parasillin. Whatever.”
“Deal,” she said, before she could have second thoughts about taking total advantage of an injured, delirious man. He had his hands on her ass, after all.
“Deal. Now. And on my lips,” he said firmly. “No cheating with forehead kissing.”
Lyric took a deep breath. She needed to steel herself for this, in spite of—or perhaps because—she’d wanted it for so long.
“Okay, you can kiss me now.”
He laughed. “No, my copper-eyed beauty. You have to kiss me.”
She summoned her nerve and pulled away from him a little bit; just enough to raise her head so she could reach his lips with her own.
Her brain and all parts much farther south were doing cartwheels at the idea that she was planning to kiss Dare, so she told them to calm the heck down. This was going to be a chaste, calming, gentle kiss with a closed mouth, offered just so he’d let her go get medicine for him.
She took a deep breath, and then she leaned forward and reached toward the sound of his voice with her fingertips. When she found his mouth, she traced it for a moment, finding it firm and unsmiling, his lips softening at her touch. She took another breath, as if preparing to dive into dangerous waters, and touched her lips to his.
And the world turned upside down.
The moment her lips met his, Dare tightened his arms on her and half-sat, half -rolled, until he had her beneath him, and then he took total control over what she’d laughingly—ridiculously—thought was a kiss. That wasn’t a kiss.
This was a kiss.
He didn’t take; he plundered. He teased and seduced; advanced and retreated. He kissed her with skill and hunger and that sense of barely leashed power that made her head spin. She slipped her arms around him and kissed him back, meeting him beat for beat, breath for breath.
She wondered, gloried, reveled in the feel of his hard body against hers and the taste of salt and spice of his mouth.
This was a kiss—and she dimly realized that, once it ended, she would never, ever be the same.
Thank you for stopping by and for the wonderful excerpt.
Ms. Day is also offering three signed copies of Christmas in Atlantis to commenters.
Welcome, Ms. Day!
Hello, Lily's Reviews readers! Happy holidays!! I'm trying not to stuff my face with leftover Halloween candy, and how is it that Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming up so fast??? 2018 went by far too fast!
I know I could drone on and on about myself, but instead I thought I'd do something fun. I love to read "first kiss" scenes—the attraction, intensity, desire, sometimes laughter, and sometimes revelation of that first kiss make me sigh with happiness. So I thought I'd share one of mine!
Here is the scene from CHRISTMAS IN ATLANTIS where you'll see Dare, a pirate, and Lyric, a painter, share a first-if slightly addled by his fever—kiss. Enjoy!! You can find the book—which just won the prestigious Maggie award for outstanding romance fiction!--and another excerpt at https://alyssaday.com/books/christmas-in-atlantis/overview.
Happy holidays!
CHRISTMAS IN ATLANTIS, by Alyssa Day, excerpt:
Lyric sighed.
“Dare. Enough. You’re burning up. Let me get you some antibiotics. A big, fat needle filled with penicillin might take your mind off your libido—"
“Your ass,” he mumbled dreamily, and she could feel him smile against her neck.
“And off my ass,” she agreed, sighing.
“Kiss me.”
“What?” Surely he hadn’t said…
“Kiss me, and I’ll let you go get needles and pessanillin. Pennalissen. Parasillin. Whatever.”
“Deal,” she said, before she could have second thoughts about taking total advantage of an injured, delirious man. He had his hands on her ass, after all.
“Deal. Now. And on my lips,” he said firmly. “No cheating with forehead kissing.”
Lyric took a deep breath. She needed to steel herself for this, in spite of—or perhaps because—she’d wanted it for so long.
“Okay, you can kiss me now.”
He laughed. “No, my copper-eyed beauty. You have to kiss me.”
She summoned her nerve and pulled away from him a little bit; just enough to raise her head so she could reach his lips with her own.
Her brain and all parts much farther south were doing cartwheels at the idea that she was planning to kiss Dare, so she told them to calm the heck down. This was going to be a chaste, calming, gentle kiss with a closed mouth, offered just so he’d let her go get medicine for him.
She took a deep breath, and then she leaned forward and reached toward the sound of his voice with her fingertips. When she found his mouth, she traced it for a moment, finding it firm and unsmiling, his lips softening at her touch. She took another breath, as if preparing to dive into dangerous waters, and touched her lips to his.
And the world turned upside down.
The moment her lips met his, Dare tightened his arms on her and half-sat, half -rolled, until he had her beneath him, and then he took total control over what she’d laughingly—ridiculously—thought was a kiss. That wasn’t a kiss.
This was a kiss.
He didn’t take; he plundered. He teased and seduced; advanced and retreated. He kissed her with skill and hunger and that sense of barely leashed power that made her head spin. She slipped her arms around him and kissed him back, meeting him beat for beat, breath for breath.
She wondered, gloried, reveled in the feel of his hard body against hers and the taste of salt and spice of his mouth.
This was a kiss—and she dimly realized that, once it ended, she would never, ever be the same.
Thank you for stopping by and for the wonderful excerpt.
Ms. Day is also offering three signed copies of Christmas in Atlantis to commenters.
