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French Kiss
by Holli Winters
Category: Erotica/Romance
Description: Alone with a man she can't forget... Two years ago, Lauren and Nic kissed at the wedding of her sister to his brother, but she couldn't face the prospect of being only a one-night stand for racecar driver Nic and turned him down. Now they're headed to his family's French Chateau on Christmas Eve, where a fierce snowstorm has stranded them in a hotel room alone. It's up to him to convince her that she's the woman he's always desired... For Nic, sweet librarian Lauren should be off limits, and when she turns to him for a night of sex, what can he do...but agree. Their lovemaking is sizzling and sensual, with neither wanting the morning to arrive and burst their private world. Will their night of shared passion lead to more? Or will the desire for each other melt away like snow?
eBook Publisher: Whispers Publishing, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: January 2010
 
15 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [55 KB]
Words: 6979
Reading time: 19-27 min.
French Kiss will leave you breathless and longing for a sultry rendezvous of your own. Holli Winters has captured the essence of sensuality. Cara Carnes, author of Prince's Fire and A Mate's Risk
"We can't sleep together." Two pairs of eyes gazed at her, one gray and kindly, the other dark and shimmery. "I'm sorry, Mademoiselle, but this is the last room we have." The innkeeper's heavy accent tripped over "room," sounding almost like "vroom." "Yes, but--" She sighed. How to explain to him that one night spent alone with Nicolas Badeau wasn't something she looked forward to? "It's only for tonight, Lauren," Nic said. "You heard the authorities. They expect the roads to open in the morning, and then we can get on our way." Glancing at the room again, she assessed the full-sized bed. At six-foot two, Nic would barely fit the length of the mattress, let alone give her much room to keep her distance. The howl of the wind whistling through the window shutters reminded her of the swirling blizzard outside. They'd driven from Paris in a light snow, which had quickly turned into nearly whiteout conditions. With the road closed, it would be impossible tonight to reach the Badeau family chateau near the Alsace region of France. She looked forward to seeing her sister Jessica again. "Pardon, Mademoiselle..." The innkeeper interrupted her dithering. "Il neige..." "I don't speak French." She gave him a frustrated look. "I know it's not your fault, but..." She glanced at Nic, who calmly stood by watching the exchange. Damn him. Did he have to be so attractive with his dark chocolate eyes and midnight black hair? And those lips. Perfect, seductive and...kissable. She shook her head, pushing aside memories of their searing kiss two years ago. "Okay, we'll take the room," she replied, finally relenting. No doubt tonight would be long and torturous, but when it came down to a blizzard or being alone with Nic in a tiny room, she didn't have many options. Nic and the innkeeper conversed in French amongst themselves for a moment. Cool air seeped from the hallway into the room, forcing a shiver out of her. There really wasn't a choice between risking a chance to slide off the road into a ditch or spending the night in a warm hotel bed--with a man she wasn't sure she could resist.
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