“Emmy,” he countered, trying not to be distracted by the delectable sight of her chest rising and falling. “One dance. That’s all I’m asking. For old time’s sake.”
Emmy’s lips twitched, and Christopher could almost see the two sides of her battling before the carefree smile he recognized from their time together in New York appeared. It changed the shape of her face and brought everything about their first meeting slamming into his mind. She stood up, so close that his skin prickled with desire.
“Fine. One dance.”
“Great.” He led her to the small wooden dance floor to the left of where the jazz band was playing. Lewis and Miranda were in the middle, and fanned out all around them were the rest of the bridal party, but all Christopher could see was Emmy.
The music pulsated around them, and even the pale yellow moon above swayed to the beat. He sucked in a breath and pulled her toward him. It was a mistake, and his lungs were filled with the smell of her freshly washed hair and the evening clematis climbing up the crumbling brickwork of the courtyard walls. His arms tightened around her waist, and her bunched, tense muscles seemed to relax as she melted into him. The rest of the world disappeared, and all he was conscious of was her pounding heart as it pressed against his.
This was the woman he’d met two years ago.
And it seems I’m just as helpless around her as I ever was. Which is either a good thing, or a very, very bad one. The verdict’s still out.
As if reading his mind, she turned her face up to him, a soft, suggestive smile tugging at her full mouth. Desire flared through him, and if they were anywhere else he would’ve kissed her without a second’s hesitation. He forced himself to return her smile and simply enjoy the way her body molded his.
It wasn’t until the lead singer announced the name of the next song Christopher even realized the music had stopped. Emmy was the first to recover, and she stepped away, her face flushed and her eyes not quite meeting his.
“Um.” She licked her lips. “I’m not sure that was such a good idea.”
“I hate to disagree with you, but I think it was an excellent idea. And one that should definitely be repeated. You can’t deny that there’s still something between us.” Christopher tried to pull her closer as the next song started, but she folded her arms firmly in front of her. Ironically, it highlighted the soft curves of her body.
At this rate I’m going to need a fire engine to cool me down.
“I’m serious,” she insisted before letting out a soft sigh. “You’re right. There is still something between us, but there’s nowhere it can go. I want to save the farm, and you want to go visit every strange nook and cranny in the universe. Don’t you see? Nothing’s changed.”
“My hair’s longer,” Christopher said, but it was obvious by the way Emmy had pushed her lips into two compact lines, she wasn’t in the joking mood. “I know you like to be organized, and I get that, but aren’t you over thinking this? I mean, shouldn’t we be having the fun first and then move on to the serious conversations about why it would never work?”
“I’m sorry.” The muscles around her jaw tightened. “I think we should just be friends.”
“Friends that do friendly things together? Like dancing?” he asked in a hopeful voice.
“How about friends that help other friends ensure the groom’s brother doesn’t do anything he might regret?” she countered.
Christopher winced. Ouch. He’d been friend-zoned. Logically, she had a point. She hadn’t changed her mind, and he wouldn’t change his, which meant it was for the best.
If only someone could inform my body of the situation.
What is the best part of writing romance for you?
This sounds very gushy but I really do believe in the transforming power of love, so I adore creating broken characters who can heal when they connect with the right person. And if that person is hot and sexy, with a great sense of humor, then that’s just an added bonus!
Did you have a favorite book/series as a child/YA?
As a kid I was all about Trixie Belden. I did like Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys and The Three Investigators as well, but Trixie was my girl. Then when I was a teenager I was obsessed by all of the 80s books like Flowers in the Attic by Virginia Andrews and Princess Daisy by Judith Krantz as well as some hideously depressing books about drug addicts. It was a strange time back then!
Do you write to music or make music playlists for your books?
Sometimes I do. I’m very fickle when it comes to having a process and some books I’ll be obsessed with the music, while other ones I completely forget to turn anything on. What I have noticed over the years though is that regardless of what I’m writing, I can usually find a David Bowie song that helps it along. He is totally my guy!
What is one thing no one knows about you, that you are willing to share with your readers?
I can’t spell. Like I literally cannot spell and if wasn’t for spell check, then I would be in so much trouble. Of course this isn’t a big secret, since most of my editors and copy editors have probably figured it out! Sometimes I can’t even get the spelling close enough for the spell check to know what word I’m trying to write.
What genre have you always wanted to write?
I’d love to write a science fiction book! Star Wars, Firefly and Guardians of the Galaxy are some of my favorite movies and I always have ideas that I want to try. It’s something I’m working up to, for sure!
What is your most favorite romantic movie?
Because it’s Christmas I’ve just had my annual viewing of Love Actually, which is one of my favorite movies because it looks at all kinds of love. I’m also a sucker for just about every Jane Austen remake – my favorite TV series is the BBC’s 1995 Pride and Prejudice and Emma Thompson’s Sense and Sensibility movie.