17 July 2016

Another Snippet from Kate's Dilemma (Challenge the Heart Book 3)

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“Kate and Liam possess artistic temperaments, and you know that there are going to be fireworks, you just never know how many or what kind.  This is a fun and interesting exploration into love and all its trials.  It starts with a pair of matchmaking siblings, is complicated by a teenaged crush, and is upset by mixed signals, and a sizzling attraction that is hard to resist.  This contemporary romance is a great adventure into the lives of two people who just don't recognize love when they feel it, and are really fighting a losing battle from the start.  Tricia has provided a wonderful cat and mouse relationship, with plenty of sensual overtones.  Liam and Kate are an entertaining pair, and I found this a delightful read.” ROSE at Romance at Heart

What happens when two people who are both of the same mind—this being to steer
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well clear of emotional entanglements—are struck down by instant attraction.
Kate last met Liam when she was bridesmaid at her sister’s wedding. A gangly, uncertain fourteen year old, going through the painful problems associated with growing up, she took an instant dislike to Liam, who made fun of her. When her recently widowed sister talks her into reluctantly accompanying her to her brother-in-law’s home, which was built by its owner, architect Liam, Kate falls in love with the house and, unfortunately for her, finds that she soon has corresponding feelings for the man who owns it.
Meanwhile, Liam cannot believe that the tall, insecure teenager he met at his brother’s wedding years ago has blossomed into this beautiful, talented woman. His inbuilt antennae that had served him well, stood every chance of being annihilated if he didn’t watch out.  

Kate opened one eye and peered around. A wave of dizziness swept over her as she moved her head on the pillow, and she groaned. Good grief, she felt awful.

“Must have had too much of the sun,” she mumbled, in the moment before she remembered. Clutching at her throbbing head, she groaned again, louder.

What in heaven’s name had she done? She’d never been ashamed of her body—well not since she’d developed into a reasonably shaped woman, and she wasn’t about to start now. But nevertheless she cringed as she recalled how she’d thrown that body at Liam.

What must he think of her? And just how was she ever going to face him? If not for Viola she could possibly consider sneaking away before anyone noticed she’d gone. But that was out of the question. She groaned again.

She’d done a few foolish things in her life, but none could cap this. Pulling the sheet over her head she decided that facing him was going to have to wait until she was more in control of herself. Vaguely she remembered him saying something along those lines. Something about her not being in control of her faculties. Oh yes! He could say that again. In all her adult life she’d never lost it so completely.

With a sigh of resignation she pushed back the sheet and gingerly put her feet to the floor. The sunlight pouring in through the window dazzled her, and the room revolved. Her head throbbed. God, what had Liam put in that drink?

With an unladylike scramble she ducked into the bathroom, glad Viola wasn’t about. When the world stopped revolving quite so ferociously she bent to run a bath. Easing into the warm water she sighed. She wallowed in it for ages—until she stopped writhing with shame. Worse than her wanton behavior was the realization that he had been the one to curtail their lovemaking. She quailed at the prospect of coming face to face with him. Then again, how much worse would it be if he hadn’t been the one to stop it before things went past the point of no return? Staring at her reflection she pulled a face.

She lingered over dressing, deciding to don a pair of shorts and a loose top of apricot and white stripes. It was after eleven, so with a bit of luck he might have gone out on his boat. Or perhaps he was in the turret, painting.

But he was at neither location. When Kate descended the stairs sheepishly, there he sat at the dining table, his long legs stretched out at ease, a mug of coffee in one hand and the other idly mussing his hair.

Every cell in her body melted as his eyes met hers and lingered. “Good morning, Katie,” he drawled, unwinding his long frame to hold out a chair for her. “How are you this bright and sunny morning?” He gestured for her to sit.

“I’m fine,” she lied.

He seemed to be highly amused, no doubt having a good laugh at her expense. Kate shivered as his arm brushed hers. So, it hadn’t been the drink entirely that set her off last night. She could feel a tingle to the tips of her toes as his eyes lingered on her mouth.

With trembling hands she poured a cup of coffee and curved her fingers about the mug to conceal their shaking.

“Oh good.” He sat again and folded his arms across his chest as he peered at her. “Can I get you anything? A bowl of cereal? A slice of toast? A hair of the dog that bit you?”

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