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?
Help me get a grip, I’m
melting into her eyes… He took a beat to compose himself.
“What would you like me to
do Sarah?” he asked.
She moved closer and
parted her lips.
I’m going, going…
“I think I’d like you to
kiss me now.”
Gone…
On tiptoe and cradling the
back of his head, she guided him to her.
No one could surprise him
in the love department except Sarah Dupont. He skimmed his hands over the
outline of her soft curves and pulled her in tighter. She tasted like cabernet
and cake, and he closed his eyes so he could savor her lips.
A low moan escaped her,
and hit him in the gut. He didn’t know where to start with his hands and moved
them over the sexy arch of her back and pressed her closer to him.
“The tree,” he said
quickly, not wanting to be away from her mouth. “Does the tree hurt your back?”
“Don’t stop kissing me,”
she said. The need in Sarah’s voice surprised him, making him strain against
his jeans. He fought to slow down, to wait, to catch a breath before he lost
it.
He swept his lips across
her cheek. “Sarah.” When he reached her earlobe, he nipped. She felt luscious
and pliable in his arms. He almost couldn't handle listening to her quick
breaths and the feeling of her heart pumping so fast against him.
“Sarah.” He nuzzled behind
her ear, kissing and sucking her neck. “Don’t make me stop.”
She groaned between
breaths.
He felt drunk, but he’d
had only had a few glasses of wine. Touching, kissing and listening to her
whimpers made him feel like he could tip over any minute and bury himself into
her.
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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