Prize Blitz Day 3 with Surviving The Rachel

 

PhotoGrid_1421874669153~2I’m giving away another gorgeous Surviving The Rachel prize today, this lovely lined notebook.

In Surviving The Rachel there are lots of super romantic moments but Jack and Bree’s first kiss is probably the most romantic kiss I’ve ever read.

Here it is

We’re quiet for a moment, sipping wine and staring out over the garden. The fireflies are out again, their flashes of yellow light glowing in the darkness.

I look at Jack—my firefly—and see he’s already gazing at me.

“Double or nothing,” I suddenly say.

“What?” he asks, furrowing his brow.

I put down my wineglass and head toward the door that leads outside.

“I bet I can catch more fireflies than you—again,” I say, challenging him. “If you win, I default my title.”

A slow grin spreads across Jack’s face. “I don’t see you as one to relinquish the title, Bree.”

“That,” I say, opening the door, “is because I know I won’t have to.”

And then I sprint out into the chilly night air.

“Cheater!” he yells.

I can’t help it. I haven’t felt this happy, this excited, and this alive—in forever. I hear Jack coming up behind me, and I’ve already made it to the rose bushes, their fragrant scent filling the air. I’m just about to clasp my hand over a firefly when suddenly Jack’s hand is over mine.

I gasp at the sensation of his skin against my hand. He turns me around, his hand now wrapped over mine. My heart is slamming against my ribs. He’s staring into my eyes. Fireflies light up the sky around us, and Jack begins rubbing his fingers slowly across the top of my hand, his thumb gently gliding up and down my wrist.

Oh God.

He takes his other hand and runs his fingers through my hair, tucking some of the layers back behind my hair in a slow, sensual manner.

“‘Hilfe, die Babys kommen,’” Jack whispers as he gazes into my eyes.

I swallow hard, staring up into his gorgeous freckled face. Crickets serenade us in the background; fireflies provide a romantic glow. And I’m totally lost in this moment with Jack.

“What?” I whisper in the darkness.

“‘The One with All the Kissing,’” he says, closing his mouth over mine.

The second Jack’s mouth is on mine, every nerve in my body singes. His lips are warm and taste of cabernet, and his kiss is gentle at first, exploring me, teasing me. His hands lightly skim over my hair, to my face, and down my back, with Jack making each touch deliberate and slow as we kiss.

And with each touch I want more of him.

His hands find my waist, drawing me closer, into his chest. He begins increasing the kiss ever so slowly, torturously, as his fingertips move back up my back, to the nape of my neck, and glide up and down, dancing across my skin.

I match Jack kiss for kiss, aching for more of him and his sexy kisses. This kiss is steamy and teasing, and I’ve never experienced anything like it. I put my hands on his chest, touching his white shirt, feeling his strong chest underneath it.

“I know you’re getting over Alex,” he murmurs against my mouth, giving me another hot kiss. His fingers are still stroking my neck, which sends delicious shivers of delight down my spine.

Who?” I murmur back, winding my arms around his back.

He laughs softly against my mouth, and I laugh, too.

Jack lifts his head and stares seriously into my eyes. “I know Eric likes you.”

“Well, I don’t like Eric. I like you, Jack. I like you.”

I bring his face toward mine, cupping his handsome face in my hands, and give him a burning kiss that should reaffirm which Chelten brother I want to be kissing tonight.

Jack responds to my kiss, his lips rapidly moving against mine. I’m relishing every moment of this—the way his skin smells of sexy, clean cologne; the way he’s exploring my mouth with his; the deliberate way his hands move over my body.

I have never, ever, been kissed like this.

Finally, Jack breaks the kiss. “Did that really happen?” he asks, taking a breath and running his hands over my hair. “Or am I dreaming?”

My heart leaps at his sweet words.

“You aren’t dreaming,” I whisper happily, wrapping my arms around his back again.

“If I am, I don’t want to wake up,” he says, kissing my forehead.

Awwww!! if you want to read the whole of that story then you can buy it here

WIN!

To be entered into the draw to win the notebook, all you have to do is Tweet your favourite film or TV kiss with the hashtag #SurvivingTheRachel

I will pick a winner at random tomorrow.

Good Luck!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s