Three friends,
One Wine Country Villa
Six Santino Brothers
And lots of wine…
Reeling from the loss of her mother, Sarah Dupont catches her fiancé doing the nasty on top of her pastry table at their San Francisco Bakery.
Devastated, she calls her best friend, lifestyle reporter, Danica Vargas. Danica convinces Sarah to start fresh, and rent a room with her at an historic mansion in Sonoma Valley.
With two roommates who act like the sisters she never had and a feisty landlord to stand in as the grandmother she always wanted, Sarah’s opens a café on the Sonoma Plaza. Her life changes the moment the little bell on the door rings and the notoriously sexy actor Jamie Santino, swaggers in.
Jamie, one of the six Santino Brothers, of Napa Valley Winery fame, needs baking lessons for his new movie and Sarah is just the woman to teach him. Wine flows, their love affair heats up and a tempestuous femme fatale enters the scene.
How can Sarah trust that Jamie isn’t acting when everything he says seems too good to be true?
They stepped into the elevator at the same time, and the door rumbled shut. Back in the shadowiness together, Sarah held the platters against her.
The lack of light magnified the intensity of her senses, and she listened to every little breath he took. When their uncovered arms brushed against each other, her heart started rapid firing again. She steadied herself by matching the rhythm of his exhales, easing her body a little more with every quiet sigh.
Now relaxed, Sarah cautiously inched toward him, letting her nose brush lightly over the cool T-shirt fabric covering his bicep. His muscles felt like a smooth mound of sand packed in water. Closing her eyes, she gave herself permission to let go just for a moment.
Parting her lips and letting her nose lead her slowly to his shoulder, she came to rest against his warm, salty neck and inhaled heaven.
Her cheek brushed lightly against the stubble of his beard. Using her lips, she grazed over his skin until finally, she kissed him. Slowly she savored the lips she’d been craving. His tongue barely touched hers before a small gasp escaped his lips and pierced through her. He trembled and moved his hands to the small of her back.
“Lose the platters, Sarah.” He pulled her into him tighter.
But Sarah continued to suck on his delectably full lower lip.
Jamie drew a deep breath and pulled away. “The platters,” he said on his exhale and kissed her harder.
Sarah let go, sending the trays crashing to the floor. He kicked them out of the way with the side of his boot. Reaching under her arms, he moved her against the wall, pressing his body fully against hers. Nothing came between them now.
Finally, finally, he slowly slipped his tongue inside to explore her mouth. First tantalizing, then circling in a steamy wet dance, he probed in and out. She couldn’t get enough of his clean, delicious taste. She changed her position for better balance, her head and body swimming in an unsteady blur as the elevator descended.
Her knees shook, her heart pounded, and her ears burned, but she wanted him closer.
With a clank, the metal door shrugged open, breaking in on their kiss and filling the elevator with bright light. She detected a hazy contemplative burn of what had to be pure lust coming from Jamie. A rush of excitement fluttered through her. His warm breath caressed her nose.
He nodded his head. Shook it as if to say something, and grinned.
“What?” Sarah raised her chin with a smile.
Jamie lifted his eyebrows.
“Tell me. What? You can say it.”
He moved closer, bringing his lips an inch from hers. “You kissed me,” he whispered.
Sarah looked at the ceiling, trying to keep a straight face. She had to focus to not burst out laughing with happiness.
She studied Jamie giving her lips a sexy stare down.
“You. Kissed. Me.” Grinning, he cocked his head.
Former San Francisco Radio Disc Jockey Kate Kisset has a passion for telling great stories. After playing thousands of Hot AC, Country, Rock and Oldies tunes, for her primarily female fan base, she changed her tune and became an author.
Just a Kiss is the first book in her wine country romance series, The Single Girls Wine Club.
She lives in Northern California and Santa Barbara with her family and rescue pup “editor” Luciana Parmigiana, where she hikes, reads, listens to music, and drinks wine.
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