Guest Blog: Karlene Blakemore-Mowle

Shut Up And Kiss Me…

Sometimes, when you're lucky, you get two characters who create fireworks between the pages of their story. Tate Maddox and Summer Sheldon are two characters who do just that in my latest release, Operation Summer Storm. If  you love a hefty dose of sexual tension as well as danger, both emotional and physical—then this is the book for you!

The old saying that opposites attract –definitely applies here.

Summer Sheldon, likes things safe and predicable, she didn't consider herself at a disadvantage to stay within her comfort zone at all. Tate Maddox on the other hand, lived a life of danger and uncertainty. He had the skills she needed to rescue her sister, and she held the evidence to clear his name of a crime he didn't commit.

How do you prefer attraction in a book? Fast and to the point? Or a slow burn that builds up through out the story? 

His breath almost caught in his throat. Her eyes were deep pools of ocean blue. He knew he was

staring at her, but he couldn’t seem to pull his gaze away. Maybe this was some kind of post-traumatic stress. It happened quite a lot out in the field, but somehow he didn’t think what he was feeling came under that banner.

Slowly he leant toward her. Her eyes were tinged with uncertain surprise, but she didn’t look away. The first initial tingle as her lips shyly brushed against his sent a flutter through his stomach, then a full bolt of electricity as she leant in closer and demanded more.

His head spun and his senses reeled as Summer matched him kiss for kiss. Slowly he lowered her back onto the soft, warm sand, growling his approval as Summer started spreading his open shirt apart and pushing it over his shoulders. Then as he leant over her, taking his weight on his bad side, a jolt of pain shot up through his arm.

“Damn it,” he swore as he sat back and held his injured shoulder, fighting back waves of frustrated desire. “Damn it to hell,” he added under his breath for good measure.

Summer froze, then scrambled into a sitting position and put a gentle hand on his good shoulder.

“Are you all right?”

Tate chuckled painfully.

Summer bit her lip. “I’m sorry.”

Tate pushed away his frustration long enough to looked at her with a slight frown. “What for?”

“For shooting you, of course,” she spluttered. “Don’t you realise how horrible that makes me feel?”

Tate couldn’t help it. He started to laugh.

“What are you laughing at? I could have killed you!”

He sobered, taking both of her tiny hands in his larger one. “But you didn’t. Don’t worry, I’ll get over this,” he said, nodding down at his shoulder. Although this undetonated erection could potentially

be fatal, he added silently.

She didn’t look overly convinced, but at least she stopped worrying her bottom lip, making him wish

he was the one worrying it, and doing a lot more besides.

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You can watch a trailer for Operation Summer Storm here

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