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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Almost every woman has them: those two very distinct voices in their mind that always offer advice. One voice can usually be chalked up to common sense, the other to mischief, mayhem or sometimes just plain morbid curiosity. Both are always present and accounted for, ready to offer their two cents worth. Jemma Keith is no exception to this rule. Her inner voices only agree that she should accept the offer to photograph her snake of an ex-boyfriend?s wedding. They do not, however, agree on what to do once she gets there. Her common sense side feels like taking the high road would be appropriate, that she can handle being the better person. Her mischievous side feels more like slithering in and crashing the whole affair down around his ankles for cheating on her. What is a woman to do when she can?t make up her mind? At least both sides know how she feels about the bride?s cousin, Anthony Giovanni: hot, delirious, and oh, so tempted. Join Jemma on the ride of her life through lust, temptation, revenge, and love as she fights her inner selves for peace of mind and a chance at happiness.
eBook Publisher: Freya's Bower/Freya's Bower, 2007 2007
eBookwise Release Date: May 2010

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [221 KB]
Words: 48107
Reading time: 137-192 min.

"Click! is a fantastic story! Great characters - Tony is the hot hunk I want to meet, and Jemma is the best friend I'd tell all about it." Gemma Halliday, author of Spying in High Heels "Exciting, interesting, and at times very funny, Click! is a must-read for all romance enthusiasts!" 5 Flutes, Lovely Butterfly, Cocktail Reviews "fast moving... exciting twists and turns... a great read..." 4 Cups from Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance

They pulled into the outdoor movie park, and Jemma scanned the area, immediately disheartened. People filled all of the benches, cleared ground, and level patches in front of the old building the movie would be projected upon. She'd forgotten to grab a blanket or chairs for just such an emergency.

Tony stood beside her door and helped her from the car. "Too busy for your liking?"

"No, I just forgot to grab a blanket before we left."

"Huh." He walked away from her, disappearing behind his car. The trunk lid popped up, and she heard rustling before he closed the trunk. "You mean one of these?" He held out a thick quilt, a picnic basket, and an old radio. "The radio is so we can put the blanket wherever we want. There's an AM station that plays the movie audio. Am I clever, or what?"

"You are clever." She smiled and placed her hand on his proffered bicep.

Tony led her toward a small, cleared hilltop away from the crowd of people. With no need to be within hearing distance now, the viewing aspect was their only concern. They reached the clearing, and Jemma turned to survey their remote, hidden treasure that offered them everything they needed: privacy, a great view, stars, and moonlight.

"Talk about prime real estate. This is perfect." Jemma took the blanket from Tony's arm and spread it on the level, grassy spot. He unloaded the basket of goodies, and she noted that he had everything she would have brought: a bottle of wine, two glasses, strawberries, cheese and, of course, chocolate. Tony placed them on the blanket and flipped on the radio, tuning it into the right station just as the movie started. Patting the ground next to him, he raised the wine and an eyebrow.

"Sure, why not." Jemma lowered herself to the ground in the most lady-like manner she could manage in her close-fitting dress, trying to retain all of her "secrets" in the process.

He filled both glasses and handed her one as she settled herself on her side. The familiarity of the movie and the wine relaxed her and, before she knew it, the movie completely engrossed her as though she'd never seen it.

The tinkling of piano music filled the air, and the raspy voice of Sam broke into the song As Time Goes By. Tony reached his hand out to Jemma. "Care to dance?"

Jemma looked around as though he'd asked someone else behind her and blushed when she snapped out of her movie-induced coma, realizing where she was. "Sure." She slipped her hand into his, and sensual energy flowed into her. She struggled to make her jellied legs work and come to a standing position. This could be dangerous.

"You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss..."

Tony slid his right hand over her shoulder and brushed her loose curls free; trailed his fingers lightly under them until his palm came to rest in the small of her back. Fire branded her skin where his hand touched, but paled in comparison when he pressed his body against hers. Heat sizzled through her, and she became far too aware of every inch of her that touched him.

"A sigh is just a sigh; the fundamental things apply, as time goes by..."

Tony took her right hand within his left; the fingers of her free hand led a languid trail over his strong bicep and broad shoulder before coming to a rest at the nape of his neck. The satin feel of his hair between her fingers and the intoxicating smell of cologne on his shirt added to the overload on her senses.

"And when two lovers woo, they still say 'I love you', on that you can rely..."

Her legs did not give out, like she feared, when he led them on their makeshift, quilted dance floor. Everything disappeared except for them, the music, and the moonlight. Jemma released a deep sigh, closed her eyes, and placed her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat a heady staccato. For a moment she felt safe, secure, and right with the world. Even the nervous jelly feeling disappeared. All that remained was the sensual humming of attraction between them. Jemma had never felt a more perfect peace, and a sudden epiphany hit her.

My internal voices aren't arguing.

She raised her head and grinned up at him.

"What's that sweet smile all about?" he asked.

"Oh, I just have a gut feeling that my parents would probably like you."

"Okay." Tony raised a skeptical eyebrow and stopped dancing. "Do I want to know why holding you close and dancing brought about that particular gut feeling?"

"I can assure you that it's not your worst fear, if that's any comfort. It's just a weird woman thing, as my brother would so eloquently phrase it."

"Ah, that's good to know."

"Woman needs man, and man must have his mate, that no one can deny..."

Tony pulled her close again, and they swayed to the music. Did his lips just brush my ear? Did he kiss me? A small sigh of disappointment escaped before she could stop it. If only he'd kissed my lips...

Still swaying to the music, Tony placed two fingers under her chin and lifted her face. "Something wrong?"

"I just remembered that this song almost got cut from the movie. It would've been such a shame. It's one of my favorites of all time."

"Yep, if Ingrid Bergman hadn't already cut her hair for her next film, they would've pulled that scene and shot a new one. It's funny how one little detail can change the course of history like that."

Jemma cocked her head to one side, impressed that he knew that bit of information. "We are so gonna play Trivial Pursuit sometime."

"It's still the same old story, a fight for love and glory..."

Tony spun her away from him by one arm and quickly twirled her back into the safety of his embrace, returning her to the flash of heat as their bodies pressed together again.

"A case of do or die, the world will always welcome lovers..."

Their swaying resumed, only this time it seemed primal, rhythmic. Their gazes locked, and the flames inside Jemma licked higher as their lips inched closer.

"As time goes by."