Have you read my FREE short romance The Bird Day Battalion?

Here is a short excerpt to give you a taste:

(Copyright 2012, Genevieve Dewey, ALL Rights Reserved.)

“But… we’re nothing alike. It’s one thing for two people to be friends, friends who are almost like family, and be so very different, but if we dated, I’m pretty sure we’d drive each other crazy,” Katelyn replied, more to remind herself than anything, and still not daring to look at him. “Maybe it’s more about the ‘what if’, the fantasy or forbidden nature of it. Maybe what you’re feeling is just… curiosity.”

“Or maybe I’m just damned attracted to you and have been since puberty.”

“Or maybe—” She cut off as he reached forward and abruptly turned off the water, yanked the dish she had rinsed at least a dozen times over out of her hands, and cupped her face with sudsy hands.

“Or maybe I’m crazy about you. I tried to tell myself all those things over the years, that it was just because you’re my oldest friend, you’re an attractive woman and I’m a free agent, but it’s not. You’re absolutely right, you and I couldn’t be more different. You make lists for your lists, and I can’t stand following the rules. You get up and run every morning and I’m a night owl. You like working from home, I have to see at least three people by noon. But I like that about you. I like that I know all that about you. And I like that we’re opposites. Yin and yang…”

Katelyn’s mouth had dropped open in rapt fascination at his words and the warm tickle of the soap suds trailing down her cheeks and neck. Dominic took the last remaining step between them and dipped his head. Panic took over and she stepped back, pulling his hands from her face. He seemed undeterred and merely took another step forward.

“Sonny and Cher…”

She let out a nervous ‘tuh’ and rolled her eyes as she stepped back again.

“The first allusion was better,” she managed to get out feebly and put her hand up as he stepped forward again. She tried to step back again but her back hit the wall of the kitchen. His lascivious grin returned.

“My – my brother and dad are in the other—”

“Ted Turner and Jane Fonda…” he interrupted.

“Stop it,” she said but couldn’t help chuckling a little at his tenacity. His face was now centimeters from her own, his eyes twinkling with markedly sexual mischief and she was definitely having trouble breathing normally.

“Hatfield and McCoy…” he whispered against her lips sending a shudder through her entire body. She struggled futilely to hold on to the last threads of logical resistance.

“Technically, they were very similar culturally speaking as is the case a lot with these feuding fam—” she cut off as his mouth finally met hers.

Her heart drummed wildly and she imagined those little angel and devil cartoons popping up on her shoulders, saying, respectively, ‘stop it, this is Dominic, your oldest friend’ and ‘go for it, take a chance for once in your vanilla life’. Then he curved an arm behind her back and brought her forward from the wall, deepening his kiss. Both the little angel and little devil sighed in delight – or maybe that was her – who could tell? More to the point, who cared? His lips and tongue were currently rendering her brain into utter mush capable of only one clear thought:

Dominic Valentini was a seriously good kisser.

Like, could cause a Nun to lose her religion seriously good.

She didn’t remember him being this good in 7th grade. Of course that was ages ago and naturally they were older and more experienced and…

“Stop thinking,” he whispered against her lips.

Then his tongue was in her mouth again and his left hand tugged at her blouse until he could snake his fingers underneath and send a tickling, teasing trail up her side. She moved her hands from where they had perched against his shoulders up to his hair and gripped his head, deepening her participation in the kiss. He groaned in response and moved both of his hands under her shirt, both gripping and exploring her at the same time. His lips finally left hers and began a rough suckling trail down her neck as his hands found her breasts. She buckled into him, one hand tightly gripping his head in encouragement the other moving down to his ass and pressing him against her pelvis as her leg hooked up and around his thigh. She could feel his body’s growing eagerness against her belly and he growled deeply, captured her mouth again, and pressed her completely against the wall in a crushing full body kiss. The thunk of her head and the vibration of his guttural noises temporarily cleared her thoughts and made her remember they were not alone in the house. She quickly pushed him away. He stumbled back, hair mussed, lips wet, eyes foggy and frustrated with passion.

–(COPYRIGHT 2012, Genevieve Dewey, ALL Rights Reserved)

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