An all-new romance is out this week from author Claudia Burgoa, and I have an excerpt for you from this sexy Romantic Comedy filled with an unexpected surprise, a wicked billionaire, and plenty of laughs.
“Make a wish,” Edna prompts, and I’m not sure what to wish for.
I thought I had everything, and this weekend with Nyx and her parents is showing me the holes in my life. I’m not sure if I want to fill them and search for what I’m missing.
Is what I have enough? Looking around the room, I see more than three people smiling as they wait for me to blow out the candles. I see love, company, and support.
So, I think to myself, to have this next year. After I blow out the candles, I’m not sure what exactly it is that I want to have, and partly regret it. Then again, wishes are just childish desires that never come true.
“Thank you for everything,” I say on our way out, because this day was even better than I thought it would be.
“It’s our pleasure,” Edna says and takes my hand, giving me a motherly look and hugging me once again. “This is your home. Don’t wait for an invitation. Come and visit us soon, okay?”
“Your mom is a hugger,” I say when we are driving back home.
“You could say that.” Nyx’s voice has a hint of annoyance and then she adds, “Actually she’s a very affectionate person. That’s one thing we love about her. Complaints aside, I adore my parents. Will I have to defend her in court for over hugging someone…maybe?”
I laugh and take her hand as I drive along the highway until I arrive at her house. Silence isn’t something I enjoy but the serene atmosphere between us feels nice.
“Thank you for this weekend,” she says as I walk her to the door. “Sorry about yesterday.”
“Hey, I’m just glad you’re feeling better.”
I stare at her beautiful eyes. Unthinkingly, I lift my hand and caress her cheek with the back of my hand before I cup her chin.
“Happy birthday,” she whispers.
“Thank you again for today,” I mumble, my face closing up to hers slowly. “You still owe me my present.”
“This is a bad idea,” she mutters. Her uneven breath caresses my lips.
“Terrible,” I agree, melting by the heat increasing as our bodies get closer together.
I bend my head and kiss her. Her lips freeze at first, but when I put my other arm around her, they soften. Her fingers push through my hair and entwine behind my head. For all the bad decisions I’ve made in my life, and I’ve made a lot of them since I could walk, this might be the most dangerous, lethal, and delicious one I’ve made.
She tastes of lavender, honey, and vanilla. Just like the cake we ate earlier. But there’s also a sweetness that I’m sure is all Nyx. Placing a hand on her neck, I pull her closer to me and the slow, tantalizing kiss becomes eager, hungry. I want to devour her.
But this isn’t just lips pressed together, tongues dancing, and hands exploring. It’s like we’re connecting, exchanging secrets, opening a door that should remain closed. Her hands push me, but her lips don’t let go. It’s as if she’s willing to be consumed by the fire we’ve ignited but also wants to run far away from this situation.
“This is wrong,” she mumbles against my lips. “I…I’m not in a good place, and you…”
“I know,” I say, giving her one more longing kiss.
“For what is worth, if I had found you before, maybe we could’ve been perfect together.”
She kisses my cheek and pats it, “Doubt it. Take care of yourself, Nathaniel.”