Bound By Marriage
The last person Jess Randall expected to see as she walked out of the arrival gate at Christchurch International Airport, was the man she was about to marry. "Gabriel. What are you doing here?"
"You've been living in L.A. for a year and that's all you have to say?"
Flustered, she leaned forward to drop a quick kiss on his cheek. It felt unfamiliar, awkward. "Sorry, I was just surprised. Aren't you busy with station work?"
"I wanted to talk to you about something. But first things first." He bent his head and, without any prelude, kissed her full on the mouth.
Knocked completely off her bearings, she couldn't do anything but clutch at his shirt in an effort to keep herself upright. Her heart was a staccato drumbeat in her ears, her blood a rush of thunder. And all around her burned a rough male heat that demanded everything she had.
It was the most intimate kiss they'd ever shared, the closest their bodies had ever come. And it made her nerves tighten in sheer panic. Not because she didn't like it, but because she did.
"Welcome home," he said, releasing her. The look in those green eyes was unmistakable"Gabriel Dumont was a ... read full excerpt from: Bound by Marriage ebook
