Where There's Smoke, an all new Standalone emotional rock star romance by Kathy Coopmans is coming March 14th!
Synopsis
From USA Today Bestselling Author comes a standalone in The
Sweet Sin Series.
The lives of Dean Wagner and Tatum Fields have been ruled by
the hand of fate.
The past six years of my life have been consumed by guilt.
Since we lost Landon to a fire, I’ve done everything in my power to protect my
daughter, Leila, from finding out the truth about how her twin brother died.
Nothing in my life means more to me than her.
Not my band, not my reputation. Nothing.
Until I see Tatum, the woman I saved on the beach the same
night she dealt with a loss of her own.
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The daily routine I’ve settled into is what keeps me going. Work at my
chocolate shop, pay the bills, repeat. I don’t date. I don’t trust. And I have
never forgotten the man who walked away from saving my life without allowing me
to thank him.
I know how to reach him, but I avoid him at all costs.
Until fate decides to make another appearance.
This is a story of how destiny ends up bringing these two
souls back together, and how fate, the word very little people believe in is
really their friend, after all.
📚 Excerpt 📚
Death by chocolate and Dean. Yes,
please.
“Well, this could lead to a whole lot of trouble.”
My nerves all lodge in my throat when he speaks. I suddenly lost my appetite
for anything but him.
I swallow when he shuts the door and locks it
behind him, confining me with curious brown eyes that have turned as dark as
the violent sea after a storm, and yet they don’t release my face.
From them pulsates a force I can feel in my bones.
The look hidden behind his stare is far from gentlemanly. His darkened gaze
makes me want to stand up and press against him. Feel those lips move in a kiss
while his hands roam all over the curves of my body. Those eyes of his touch me
everywhere, and I like it so, so much that I don’t want to break away.
“That depends.” I lift a brow, my voice indicating
confidence I surely don’t have.
“On what?” His low voice rumbles through my boiling
blood and hits me between the legs. I welcome the stirring sensations that have
been as dead as the woman they belong to.
“Whether you like chocolate mixed with caramel or
not.”
One corner of his mouth lifts, followed by the
other. There are many things I find attractive about Dean. His mouth is one of
them. However, his mouth lifted in a smile that’s all for me is one of the
sexiest things I’ve seen.
“I haven’t had the two together in years. Something
tells me I’ll be eating it as often as I can after today.” His grin is so
wicked it descends to the tips of my toes. Innuendo to a sexual plea that only
I can fill or not; I’m taking it as one.
Right now, though, I want to find out if this man
can fulfill all my needs. I won’t settle for anything less. As far as I’m
concerned, I deserve someone who pleases me, makes me happy, listens to me, and
will hold my hand through all aspects of life. For today, I’m putting my sexual
needs above everything else.
His long legs bring him within a foot of me. I tilt
my head back, my neck straining, throat bobbing when I take him in. He is so
incredibly handsome I’m afraid if I reach out and touch him, he won’t be real.
Yet he is. Towering over me, hands dangling at his sides, fingers bunched up in
a fist as if he’s straining himself from pulling me into his arms, placing me
on the counter, and ridding me of my clothes while he stands there deciding
what part of my body he wants to spread the contents of the jar I’m clutching
to my chest first.
“Have a seat.” I gesture to the floor, place the
jar between us, and screw off the lid.
His big body meets the floor. He stretches out his
legs until they’re a few inches from my hips. Then he does something that makes
me sopping wet. He hooks his feet behind my backside and slides me a little
closer all the while dropping a little deeper into my soul with eyes that
embrace so much grief I want to leap into them and take it all away.
I’m so far out of my element that I swallow the
lump in my throat, lodging it up against my heart that’s beating at an
accelerated speed.
“Let me.” He takes the jar from my hands, draws in
a deep breath, and starts to read the directions. The lid hits the wooden floor
with an echoing clank. The bubble we’re in widens. Thank God it does; I was
beginning to feel the dampness between my warm folds leak out of me. This man
is going to drive me insane before he lays a hand on me. I’m suddenly frightened
that when he does, I’m going to break apart from his touch.
What on earth was I thinking asking him to come
here and test items that should be for lovers who are acquainted with each
other, or ones who are a lot more promiscuous than I’ve only dreamed of being?
I mentally shake the fantasies I’ve had ever since
I could remember away. I want this to be a slow, deliberate seduction. One that
in the end will drive us both to our knees.
“I take it you haven’t done this before? Take off
your shirt,” I ask with a sudden burst of boldness and position myself on my
knees between his legs.
“No. Have you?”
I shake my head slightly as he exhales a deep
breath. The resistance to hold back from kissing him just about snaps in half.
He is so strikingly handsome there should be an eighth deadly sin named after
him.
“That’s good to hear. Don’t mind taking off my
shirt. I gotta ask, though. I thought I was the customer.”
“You can be when I’m done. If I’m going to sell
this stuff, then I need to know how good it tastes. Take it off,” I demand as I
dip my fingers into the gooey concoction. My mouth goes dry as he unbuttons his
shirt and slips it off his muscular arms, providing me with a close-up of a
chest that’s smooth, demanding, and well-defined.
“Oh, I plan on taking full advantage of trying this
out. Fair warning, Miss Fields, if you put that on my chest, it’s only fair I
put it on yours. I make no promises I’ll stop there.”
📖 About Kathy Coopmans 📖
USA Today Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans is a Michigan native where she lives with her husband, Tony. They have two son's Aaron and Shane.
She is a sports nut. Her favorite sports include NASCAR, Baseball, and Football.
She has recently retired from her day job to become a full-time writer.
She has always been an avid reader and at the young age of 50 decided she wanted to write. She claims she can do several things at once and still stay on task. Her favorite quote is "I got this."
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