He makes me feel that spark I have always longed for.
French Kiss, an all-new sweet and sexy friends-to-lovers contemporary romance from debut author Stacy Travis, is out now!
It didn’t take a medical degree to know that Josh Weitz was insanely hot, from his swoony grey-green eyes to his dark hair that begs my fingers to run through it.
But he was my best friend, and I was too busy crushing on his roommate–otherwise known as the ‘Wrong Guy’–to notice.
Sure, Josh has always been there for me, and he makes me laugh like no one else can. But it’s only when ‘Wrong Guy’ stands me up in Paris and Josh shows up for me, once again, that I start to appreciate all the things I’ve been missing.
Like the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, and how he always holds the door for me and the unexpected kiss we share under the Eiffel Tower. He makes me feel that spark I have always longed for.
But trust doesn’t come easy for me, and being with him is a risk.
Will I lose my best friend . . . or my heart?
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I was so lost in that marvel of architecture that I was caught off guard when Josh brought his hand up to my cheek and his fingers lightly guided my face to look at him.
When I did, I saw only seriousness in his eyes as he gazed back at me, different from the way he’d ever looked at me hundreds of times before. Then he lowered his lips to mine, tentatively at first like he wasn’t sure if I’d stop him.
I wasn’t sure either, but instead of mulling every angle and implication, I gave in to the moment, enjoying the newness of his lips, their contour and taste. I shifted to face him a little more squarely and reached to wrap my hand around the back of his neck. His lips were soft, and the only thing I knew for sure was that I wasn’t backing away.
Good lord. It felt too good.
Long overdue. And surprisingly hot.
He pulled me a little closer, and his tongue gently parted my lips and slid inside, grazing mine before circling and swishing and drawing me further in. I felt myself respond automatically, wanting to feel more of him, wanting to be carried away by him.
He drew back and tracked the outline of my lips with his finger. Every touch had a ripple effect.
He kissed me lightly before backing away to look at my face. Waiting for my reaction. It was all I could do at that point—react. Go with it.
Eyes never leaving his, I pressed my body in closer to him and felt him respond by pulling me in a little tighter. I wanted to stay right there with him in our little envelope of space on the back of the boat. It wasn’t about finding solace over a broken heart.
Instead I was fully invested in feelings for Josh that I didn’t even know I had.
Because I was so busy avoiding the bad boy in my life I’d completely overlooked the good one.
I could feel the bubbling questions in my brain about whether I was making a mistake. The only way to quiet them was to press my lips against his and feel the fire ignite in every part of me. No, the first time wasn’t a fluke. Everything fell aside the second Josh’s lips connected with mine. His hand was so gentle, his fingertips brushing the side of my face and tangling in my hair. I felt chills down to my toes at his touch and I lost all track of where we were.
No one noticed us—their eyes were focused upward on the bright lights and magnificent soaring structure and the videos they were capturing on their phones—but it wouldn’t have mattered if they had. The only thing that mattered was him.
Josh pulled back, his eyes searching my face to see what I was thinking. I could barely control my racing heart, let alone say a word, so I folded myself closer into him, putting my head on his shoulder and wrapping my arm more tightly around him. “I guess I picked the cheesiest moment to kiss you,” he said finally, which made me laugh. It was so Josh, overthinking and self-critical but at the same time not about to let any doubts alter his course.
“It was the perfect moment.”
It’s a rough world out there, and we all sometimes need a good, romantic beach read, even if we can’t make it to the beach. I’ve spent many lazy days walking the streets of Paris and other gorgeous European cities, and if I’m doing it right, I’m bringing you a dash of romance and a vacay fantasy.
I can’t sit still, so when I’m not hiking, biking or running, I’m playing a very average game of tennis. Background music for writing undoubtedly features some U2, Lizzo, Billy Joel, Pink, Taylor Swift, and Led Zeppelin. Not necessarily in that order. And if I could only eat one food group, it would be cheese. Or wine. Or bread. Are those food groups? Whatever.
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