Not2Nite

Published: 02/08/2016










ISBN Digital: 9781509206254
Page Count: 134
Word Count: 33625
Rating: Sweet

A Candy Hearts Romance



When ARP warden Molly sees a light shining through the darkness of London on a cold winter's night in the middle of the blitz she's infuriated with the careless American who struck it. Doesn't he know there's a war on?
Guy's just trying to find his way through a maze of unlit streets. He's very sorry and Molly reluctantly forgives him. When he accompanies her on her nightly rounds the two learn about each other, themselves and whether it's really possible to fall in love in only one night - especially when there's no guarantee of tomorrow.

Excerpt:

They stood silently. Slowly her hand came out of her pocket to rest on the top of his arm. The other one reached up to gently touch his cheek. He could see the glint of her eyes, those impossible brown eyes, as she gazed up at him gravely.

“Are you going to kiss me?” Her cool British voice gave him no inclination of how she felt.

“Is that what you want?” Guy wasn’t sure what he would do if the answer was no.

She didn’t reply, and he took that for her answer. Quickly he undid the clasp on her helmet and pulled it away, letting it drop to the ground without a thought. Free of its weight, she tilted her face up, her lips dark and full in the black night, and settled more deeply into his grasp.

It was invitation enough.

He bent his head toward her.

Her lips were soft and cold. Willing, but tentative. Her arms circled his neck, and he pulled her to him more tightly, body to body despite the thick winter clothing they both wore.

The night suddenly got a lot warmer.

The kiss didn’t last long. It was too sweet to be sustained, and they were too new to the sensation to change it into something more. As soon as Guy sensed Molly withdrawing, he broke it off.

But he didn’t release her.

And she made no move to pull away.

“Was that a mistake?” he asked.

“No.” Molly sounded quite sure, and Guy’s heart soared. But then she continued, “However, repeating it might be.”

His instinct was to tighten his grasp and prove her wrong. Fortunately his instincts weren’t his only functional part. His brain told him that would be a mistake, and he was smart enough to listen.

But the rest of him screamed in protest, and it took an almost physical effort to prevent what he thought of as his inner caveman from taking control.

“Why?” He tried to keep his voice even.

The reply was slow in coming. “Because I like to think of myself as a sensible woman.”

Guy was confused. “I don’t think kissing has anything to do with being sensible. In fact, it shouldn’t.”




Copyright © 2017 The Wild Rose Press, Inc.