Hi guys! We have Teodora Kostova popping in today with the gorgeous cover to her upcoming release Kiss and Ride, I’ve pinched a short excerpt for you to have a peek at, so check out the post and enjoy! ❤ ~Pixie~
Kiss and Ride
What happens when you meet the right guy at the wrong time?
When Vincent Alesi’s estranged father dies, he gets on the first plane from New York city to Rome to be at the memorial service. Even if he has to max out his credit card. Even if he hates the man for leaving him. Even if it’s a day before Christmas.
Everything that can go wrong does go wrong, and Vin ends up trusting a complete stranger with all his secrets, even the ones he didn’t know he had.
Luca Romano’s job as a flight attendant takes him all over the world. But a jet-setting lifestyle is not what he wants. His dream of opening his own restaurant is being placed on hold over circumstances beyond his control.
Timing is everything…
When Vin bursts into Luca’s life, both men fall fast and hard. But their lives, their dreams, even the cities they live in couldn’t be more different.
Their few days together in Rome are romantic, emotionally intense, and leave them both wanting more.
Can a fleeting love affair change their lives forever?
“Hold the door!” Someone shouted in English, startling Luca into action. But before he could reach the button, an arm pushed between the rapidly closing elevator doors.
Luca’s heart skipped a beat; he knew there was a sensor that would stop the doors from closing and crushing every bone in the man’s arm, but it still felt surreal to see the huge metal doors closing in on the thin arm. Like jaws about to have their meal. Or maybe he was so fucking tired from the ten hour flight he’d worked that his brain was turning to mush.
“Ugh,” the man grunted as the doors opened and he stepped into the elevator, pulling a small suitcase behind him. Casting a look in Luca’s direction, the man didn’t offer any greeting. Instead, he draped the black wool coat he was carrying over the suitcase and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes as the doors dinged closed.
Luca stared at the guy. He was about an inch shorter than Luca’s own five-foot-nine, but unlike Luca he didn’t pack any bulk at all. His jeans hugged his slender frame enticingly, his t-shirt hung loose under the grey cardigan he wore. The thin cotton scarf draped around his neck and the high-top Converse on his feet completed the guy’s perfectly styled, yet casual, outfit.
As the elevator descended, the guy kept his eyes closed, but his expression was anything but relaxed. There was a deep crease between his prominent black eyebrows, and his wide mouth was set into a thin, pale line. A few curls of his thick hair had escaped the loose knot on the back of his head and were framing his face in a way that softened the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones. Numerous silver piercings in different shapes adorned both his ears, and Luca squinted to try and see what they were.
“Quit staring,” the guy said without even opening his eyes.
Embarrassed heat flooded Luca’s body, making him blush furiously.
What the fuck was wrong with him? Ogling a hot guy like some creep? Blushing like a teenager caught staring at dirty magazines?
Get a fucking grip, Romano.
Luca cleared his throat. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m just tired and my social skills are lacking, I’m afraid.”
He offered a tentative smile when the guy blinked his eyes open at him. They were a gorgeous deep blue, but as he watched him under heavy lids, Luca noticed the dark circles around them and the redness dimming their sparkle.
The guy opened his mouth to say something, but just then the lights flickered and the elevator came to an abrupt halt. The lights went out, and the sudden darkness was as startling as it was suffocating.
Hi, my name is Teodora and I live in London with my husband and my son. I’ve been writing ever since I can remember, but it became my full time job in 2010 when I decided that everything else I’ve tried bores me to death and I have to do what I’ve always wanted to do, but never had to guts to fully embrace. I’ve been a journalist, an editor, a personal assistant and an interior designer among other things, but as soon as the novelty of the new, exciting job wears off, I always go back to writing. Being twitchy, impatient, loud and hasty are not qualities that help a writer, because I have to sit alone, preferably still, and write for most of the day, but I absolutely love it. It’s the only time that I’m truly at peace and the only thing I can do for more than ten minutes at a time – my son has a bigger attention span than me.
When I’m procrastinating, I like to go to the gym, cook Italian meals (and eat them), read, listen to rock music, watch indie movies and True Blood re-runs. Or, in the worst case scenario, get beaten at every Nintendo Wii game by a very inventive kid.