A Hot Summer Night of Southern Comfort
Hot summer nights. I know them well. I grew up in Southwester Virginia where the there wasn’t much to do and the summer nights were long and sultry—the perfect chance to get up to no good. And we did. Often.
The river was a place we all went to on the evenings of June, July and August. Pick-up trucks, music playing from the speakers, skinny-dipping in the river, and bootleg beer when the older cousins showed up. And, the nights with the guy you liked where you spent hours in the tail gate looking up at the stars and . . . getting up to no good. Very good times and excellent memories. Perfect for a scene in a book. ; )
In my hot, sexy romance, “A Night of Southern Comfort”, the hero and heroine first meet and have a one-night stand and then show up in the heroes small town and have to deal with the memories and the feelings stirred up by an amazing night spent in each other’s arms as strangers.
They shouldn’t be together but they can’t seem to help themselves. I wanted a setting, a scene that would reflect the passion brimming between them and I chose a sultry, summer evening . . .
“Their bodies brushed against each other too often to be accidental and the silence between them remained sexually charged as they turned onto the lane where she rented a carriage house from Crystal. The lane was lit by streetlamps, but her little driveway was bathed in shadow, broken only by the moonlight slanting through the trees. The smell of roses and the neighbor’s fresh-cut grass mingled with Jackson’s warm male scent and hinted at the spell warm Southern nights and a porch swing could cast over a pair of lovers.
As they approached the front door, memories of standing in front of his hotel room flooded back. Was that only a month ago? Jackson laid his hand on her shoulder, halting her movements as well as her heart. Without thought, she turned to face him. The hot bulk of his body pressed against her from shoulder to thigh and anchored her against the cool wood of her door. Michaela shivered at the touch of his palm on the bare skin of her shoulder.
God, she loved that. The sound of his voice, rough and low, warmed her down to her marrow, the intimacy of the nickname. All of her baggage as Michaela fell away when he used that name.
He placed his right palm flat against the door, bracketing her body with his, the domination sending a thrill up her spine. His face was partly in shadow but she saw enough of his expression to recognize naked desire. He leaned in and she melted against him, his heat cutting the chill from the air.
“I like you like this,” he breathed.
“Like this. All soft and warm.”
Damn. This was the sexy, intense lover from the hotel. When he placed his forehead against hers, his warm breath skimming across her skin, she shut her eyes to ward off the memory and the moonlight—an unstoppable combination. If she was going to end this, now was her last chance.
His voice was little more than a groan of desire. “Kayla.”
“I like that.”
“What?” His lips ghosted across her cheek and she shivered. “You like it when I call you Kayla?”
Hell, yes. Michaela’s answer caught in her throat and died when his lips brushed against her temple. All she had to do was lift her face and take his mouth, the taste of him would fill her senses and soothe the ache building in her belly. Her hands drifted up to burrow underneath his jacket and skim up the warm cotton of his T-shirt. She dug
her fingernails in at the sensation of hard muscle flexing underneath her touch, barely registering the muffled groan he buried in her hair.”
I have to admit that the setting made it very easy to write the sensuality between Michaela and Jackson—a perfect foil to the tone I wanted to create.
Thank you so much for having me here today . . . and have a great summer!
One night of passion... Detective Jackson Cantrell never imagined that one night with an irresistible stranger would turn his life upside down. He’s spent years living in the shadows, but Dr. Michaela Roarke awakened a passion inside him he'd buried years ago. He never expected the woman would turn out to be the governor's daughter...and his next assignment. The governor blackmails Jackson to secretly watch over Michaela and protect her from a stalker, or kiss his dream job at the FBI good-bye. Swearing to keep things strictly professional, Jackson moves in with Michaela. Too bad his heart can't keep the same promise. But when the stalker's attacks quickly escalate beyond mere photographs to bodily harm, Jackson must race to save Michaela's life. And he’ll have to figure out how to keep her once she discovers his lie.
On her fortieth birthday, Robin Covington decided that having a mid-life crisis and finding a boy-toy were far too tacky, so she delved a little deeper into the “bucket list” and pulled out the long-shelved dream of becoming an author. Now, she spends her time writing sizzling romance where the hero and heroine can’t keep their hands off each other.
She doesn’t miss the boy-toy at all.
Robin is a member of the Romance Writers of America, the Washington Romance Writers, a faculty member at Romance University, a member of the Waterworld Mermaids, and a guest contributor to the Happy Ever After blog at USA Today.
Robin lives in Maryland with her hilarious husband, brilliant children, and ginormous puppy. You can find Robin on her website, Facebook, and Twitter (@RobinCovington).
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