Friday, May 16, 2014

Guest Post: Elyssa Patrick - Four Weddings And A Break Up

Thank you so much for having me on your blog during the FOUR WEDDINGS AND A BREAK UP tour, Becca! FOUR WEDDINGS AND A BREAK UP is a light, sexy, emotional contemporary romance about what happens when a fake relationship becomes all too real. Wes and Ginny think that they can keep their fake dating strictly business, but they soon realize that there’s nothing pretend about their feelings for each other.

As the book has a pretty sexy opening with what Wes and Ginny first think will be a “one-night stand,” it’s safe to say there is a whole lot of sexual tension simmering between these two. You’ll have to read the book to see how they play out and what happens.

One of my favorite romantic scenes in the novel has to be the first one, where Ginny and Wes first meet and then have sex. I love it because Wes and Ginny know nothing about each other—the only thing they know is each other’s first name. Wes doesn’t know about the personal demons Ginny faces and Ginny doesn’t know how Wes is struggling to reconnect with his half-brothers and ailing father. The only thing they do know is that the connection between them is undeniable and off the charts hot.

Here is an excerpt from the scene that is relatively PG and leads up to the one-night stand:

“You want?” His tone was harsh and full of need; a rumble of thunder echoed in the distance. A storm was coming, and he was powerless to stop it. But he could control this.

A bedroom whisper from her: “I want.”

He lowered his head to the swell of her breasts. His tongue darted out, lapping up the spilled beer, tasting the tartness of the alcohol and the crisp scent of lemons. He traveled up until he was at her neck and felt her pulse skip like a pebble on a lake. He licked her stubborn chin, up to her pouty mouth, and she trembled in his arms.

He dipped his tongue along the bottom of her mouth like a painter’s brush, tracing the shape of her, and then the seam. Her lips tasted like apples. A whimper of need escaped her. She was soft, and he couldn’t help but nip at her lower lip.

She opened, but he didn’t enter. Not yet. He wanted to kiss her, taste her, know her, and find out why he couldn’t get enough of just her kiss. His lips weren’t gentle on hers. He demanded and urged, throwing caution to the wind. He didn’t even know her name.

With that thought, he lifted his head. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted and reddened from his kisses, all traces of her lip gloss gone, and he leaned down to kiss her again. Once. Twice. He started to get lost again in that succulent mouth of hers. They were getting swept away in the heat of the moment, and he was all too willing to enjoy every moment. Her name, he thought. He wanted to know what it was.

“What’s your name?”

Slowly, she opened her eyes. A tendril of dark brown hair rested against her creamy neck. His fingers toyed with the end of the silky strand, and he gently brushed it back behind her ear. Before she could answer, his lips were on her neck, nibbling and licking, tasting the light lemon scent that clung to her as he kissed a pathway up to her earlobe. He slipped out her long silver earring, pocketed it, and then placed both hands against the wall on either side of her head.

He took her earlobe in his mouth, gently nipping. Her breath caught. He was getting distracted. He let go just enough so his lips brushed her ear.

“Tell me your name, sugar.”


Ginny. Cute. “I’m Wes.”

“Wes,” she repeated softly.

It took some effort, but he stepped away. He didn’t want to touch her when he said this—he didn’t want her to feel pressured. He wanted it to be her choice. If she said no, he’d walk back into the bar.

“I want you. Here. Now.”

“We don’t even know each other.”

It didn’t matter. Not tonight. Not now. “I still want you.”

She swallowed. “Me?”

“See anyone else?” He made a show of looking around. “Yeah. You.”

“I . . .” Ginny ran her hand through her hair. “I’ve never done this—had sex with a man I didn’t know.”

Her vulnerability touched him. Maybe she didn’t know what she would be getting herself into. Maybe he didn’t either—he didn’t have one-night stands. Maybe she would expect something more if they had sex. But he stared at her mouth, remembered the heat of her and how he wanted more, and decided to hell with tomorrows and what could happen. Right now, this was all that mattered.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes.” She ducked her head, shyly.

He placed his fingers under her chin and lifted it until her eyes met his. He needed to see the truth in her expression. If there was any hesitation, if there was any doubt he’d leave. “Now?”

She licked her lips. “Yes, but—”

“No buts. No regrets. Just now.”

“Just now,” she said slowly. “I have to live a little. Take chances. Have fun.”

He wondered what she was referring to and decided it didn’t matter—not if it brought her into his arms. Besides, her statement echoed his earlier thoughts. He was living a little tonight and taking chances, too. He wanted her, but he’d never gotten so carried away that he’d done this before. She was different, and she made him want to be different. A dangerous combination.

“Yes. Have fun.” With me.

Ginny stepped closer to him, her hands raising to his chest, but stopped inches away from making contact.

He wanted to know her touch.

She took a deep breath. Her hands lifted, her right landing on his shoulder, her left softly touching the side of his face. He turned his head, kissing her palm.

“Wes.” Her voice came out shaky.

Her index finger traced his lips oh so slowly, torturing him with a tease of seduction. When her finger darted across his seam, he opened and drew her in. He whorled his tongue around her, mimicking what he wanted to do to her down there, and imagined how she would taste.

He let go of her finger and returned to her mouth, kissing her deep, his tongue sliding against hers, finally getting that first true taste of her. She didn’t taste like alcohol, lemons, or apples. She tasted like sugar. Spun sugar that was spinning its web around him.

She threw her head back, offering her neck to him.

He took.


One fake relationship . . .

Ginny Michaels has always been a good girl and—ever since surviving a school shooting a little over a year ago—hailed a hero. Except she doesn’t feel like a hero. She can’t even have a one-night stand with sexy Wes Dalton properly. When her big city fling resurfaces in her hometown with an intriguing proposition, she’s powerless to resist. A fake relationship is exactly what’s needed to keep her small town’s matchmakers at bay during the upcoming wedding season. If only her attraction to Wes were as easy to ignore.

Too many real kisses . . .

Wes Dalton doesn’t have many regrets, and that includes his night with Ginny. But he’s always hoped to strengthen his relationship with his estranged family. When his father’s health takes a bad turn, Wes puts his life on hold and moves to the meddling seaside town of Cape Hope. With his barriers in place—and a beautiful woman to help him hold them up—he’s prepared for anything. Or so he thinks. Despite his determination to leave as soon as the summer is over, those fake kisses are starting to feel an awful lot like the real thing.

Elyssa Patrick is a former high school English teacher who left the classroom to write contemporary romances and New Adult. She is currently hard at work on her next novel.

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