I am posting excerpts from Angel in My Heart, Devil in My Soul
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
Please tell me what you think of them?
When Rachael awoke, all rational thought blew away on the
light breeze from his breath, as his mouth descended on hers. The
kiss started light but it turned into something else. Rachel recognized
his need. She tasted it in his kiss, felt it in his arms that cradled
her, wanted her and she wanted him...fiercely. No one could
kiss with such tenderness, such consideration, such understanding
and love, unless it came from the wellspring of their being. He
must love her. It was crazy but she felt she knew him and belonged
to him in a primeval sort of way. This was so right and the kiss
so wonderful. Closing her eyes, she turned towards him, and his
arms closed around her. He deepened the kiss even more, and his
mouth gently pried hers open. It surprised and excited her, fueling
the flaming flicker of desire within her instead of satisfying it.
His tongue invaded her mouth, stroking and tasting. Surprised,
her eyes popped open, and she pulled back. How could this be
happening to her?
Desire was a drug, its addiction potent and it hung in the air
about them. He had stolen her breath, held her mind and senses
enthralled. His slow, achingly sweet exploration of her mouth left
her emotionally and mentally reeling.
“What are you doing out here?”
“I could ask the same of you, my sweet. Why are you running
away? How do you think you can make it on your own?” His face,
harsh even in the moonlight, caused her heart to race.
“I do not know but I am determined to try. Get out of my way.
I really need to go.” John reached around her with his arms and
crushed her body to his. His mouth came down on hers and he
kissed her long and hard, his arms like iron imprinting her soft
flesh with his body.
Rachael held back for a minute and then her arms went around
him, clinging to him with all her strength. She kissed him back,
her mouth pliant and hungry, luxuriating in the taste, the scent,
and the feel of her body opening to him. Her breasts swelling gently,
only inches away from his body, her hunger blossomed deep in
her abdomen warm and insistent. Everything within her seemed
to soften, yearning toward him unconsciously, she leaned forward
his arms went around her, crushing her. He broke the kiss,
his breath rasping harshly in his throat. He stared for a moment
into her eyes, his own only inches away deep fathomless pools of
darkest blue. Then he tilted his head the other way, changing the
angle of their kiss, and took her mouth again and their lips clung
to the others. John pulled her into his arms and carried her back
up the alley, into the inn, up the steps and to their room. Rachael
did not say a word. People stared but did not comment. Rachael
did not care. Her heart was pumping and spinning out of control.
Even if he lied, she needed him. Desperately