Stealing Kisses

By Kristina Knight, author of What a Texas Girl WantsWhat a Texas Girl Needs, and What a Texas Girl Dreams

What a Texas Girl DreamsThe poet Leigh Hunt once said, “Stolen kisses are always sweetest,” and I have to say…I agree. There is something undeniably sweet about that first peck on the cheek from a boy in fourth grade. Something a little bit dangerous about that kiss behind the bleachers after a football game in high school. And something so hot it makes your toes curl when that guy finds you on the dance floor, pulls you into his arms and kisses you breathless.

We’ve all had those kisses. In my new book, What a Texas Girl Dreams, Monica has one of those stolen kiss moments – right in the middle of town. The problem, for her, is that she wants to keep her not-so-new-but-still-secret relationship with Trick, the town vet, well, a secret. And he doesn’t. But there is a single, toe-curling moment, when she lets herself go. She doesn’t think about who might see or what people might think. She allows herself to feel the sweetness of a stolen kiss. . .and it starts to change things – for her and for Trick. Here’s a little taste of the lead-up to their stolen moment:

“Live dangerously, Mon. Kiss me, in the middle of the parking lot. Where anyone could see us.” His hand snaked out to capture hers, linking their fingers together. He leaned forward, his lips a breath away from hers. “Dare you.”

Monica swayed. Trick’s gray gaze twinkled in the twilight, and he grinned.

“You know you want to,” he whispered the words in her ear as his thumb drew intricate designs on the back of her palm.

She did want to. That kiss in the back of her horse trailer had started a hot burning in her stomach that still hadn’t faded a day later. It had blazed hotter the moment their gazes had met in the bar mirror, and now that Trick was mere inches from her, it threatened to consume her.

So, readers, what do you think is sweeter – a stolen kiss (even in broad daylight) or a kiss you see coming like a runaway horse down the highway?

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Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with local police–no, she wasn’t a troublemaker, she was a journalist. When the opportunity to focus a bit of energy on the stories in her head, she jumped at it. And she’s never looked back. Now she writes magazine articles by day and romance novels with spice by night. She lives on Lake Erie with her husband and four-year-old daughter. Happily ever after.

2 thoughts on “Stealing Kisses

  1. elleyarden

    Love that snippet, Kristina. And I’m a big fan of stolen kisses. That’s how I fell for my husband. And…it was a stolen kiss overlooking Lake Erie. 🙂

    Hope this release rockets to the top for you.

    ~Elley

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