Solo
by Lauren
E. Rico
GENRE: Contemporary
New Adult Romance
BLURB:
When graduate student
Katherine Brenner walked into my class, I couldn’t stand her—all perfect skin
and big, blue eyes—just like the woman who broke my heart.
If it wasn’t for that
blizzard, if her car hadn’t broken down outside my house, if she hadn’t looked
amazing by the firelight, I never would have kissed her. No matter how hard I
try, every excuse I make not to see her comes up flat.
I can’t stop thinking
of her lips. Or the way her curves fit perfectly in my hands. There’s a million
reasons why this won’t work. I’m her professor. It’s against university policy.
And if this gets out,
I could lose everything.
Excerpt:
I’m melting into him. For the first
time, I’m not fighting against Drew Markham. I’m moving toward him, with him.
It happens slowly for the first few seconds as we’re hesitant in our actions
and unsure of one another’s intentions. But somewhere within those inches we
both draw the same conclusion. I lurch toward him and he catches me in his
arms, both of us falling backward onto the couch. Our lips connect with a
ferocity that is jarring.
My hands are under his shirt,
feeling the smooth plane of his back, absorbing his warmth through my skin.
We’re both gasping and panting, pushing and pulling. And then he stops. I
nearly fall off the couch when I no longer have the resistance of his body to
push against. I pull back and look up at him, confused.
“W-what? What is it?”
His eyes are closed and he’s shaking
his head. His face is a mask of regret.
“Drew?”
“I can’t. I’m sorry, Katherine.
You…me…”
He gestures toward the four empty
bottles of wine on the coffee table. “We’ve both had way too much. You’re still
not a hundred percent well. I’m your professor. You’re my student. There are a
million different reasons why we need to stop this. Why I need to stop this.
Right now. Right. Now.”
I take a deep breath and extricate
myself from what’s left of his embrace.
“I don’t know where that came from,”
he’s muttering, more to himself, than to me. “What’s wrong with me? I know
better.”
With a sigh, I wonder the same thing
about myself. We hate one another. Don’t we? Apparently not. But even I, with
my limited knowledge of psychology, recognize that there’s a very fine line
between love and hate. Not that I love him or anything. But I certainly
wouldn’t mind another one of those kisses.
AUTHOR BIO:
Lauren
Rico was going to be principal French horn of the New York Philharmonic. That
was HER plan, anyway. The New York Philharmonic had no idea of her intentions,
and that's probably a good thing, since she wasn't an especially good French
horn player!
Lauren
was, however, an exceptionally good classical music radio host. Calling herself
a "Classical Music Reanimator," she has made a career of demystify
classical music for her audiences by taking it off a dusty old pedestal and
putting it into a modern context.
It's
only been over the last couple of years that Lauren has discovered a passion
for writing, which she's managed to combine with her love and knowledge of the
classical music world.
You
can hear Lauren Rico on SiriusXM's Symphony Hall Channel; on WQXR and WSHU-FM
in the New York City metro; WSMR in Tampa/Sarasota, FL; WDAV in Charlotte, NC
and KMFA in Austin, TX
More
at www.LaurenRico.com
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3 comments:
Thanks for hosting!
Thanks so much for hosting Solo!
Thanks for the intro to Lauren and her work. I am now a fan.
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