​Release Blitz: The Spaniard's Kiss by Nina Croft

Spaniards Kiss Blitz BannerThe Spaniard's Kiss by Nina Croft Publication Date: July 14, 2015 Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Synopsis: One moment will change their friendship forever... Widow Isobel Sinclair knows it's time to move on, and she believes the next chapter in her life involves a baby. All she needs is a man to help her with the finer details. Unfortunately, right now the only man in her life is her husband's best friend, Rafael Sanchez. And an incredibly wealthy, super-hot player is not exactlyfamily material. That's okay since she wants a baby sans the husband part. Billionaire playboy Rafael has carefully hidden his longing for Isobel over the years. He's wanted her from the moment they met. When desire sparks between them, Rafael faces a choice beyond imagining: give Isobel what she wants...or lose her forever. He has a good reason why a child can't be in his future, but telling Isobel the truth could destroy everything.
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About Nina Croft

Portrait of writer Nicola Cleasby Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of 9-5 work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain. Nina's writing mixes romance with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.
EXCERPTS: The Spaniard’s Kiss by Nina Croft

Excerpt #1.
“The kiss was a mistake,” he said when she remained silent.
“Why? We’re both single.” She really wanted to understand where he was coming from with this. Was he worried she’d get all clingy? He should know her better than that.
He ran a hand through his thick dark hair. “Because we want different things out of life. You want marriage, children, and a home. I’ll never marry, and I seldom stay in one place longer than a few days. We might have a fling, but then the differences would tear us apart. And you’re too important to me for that. I don’t want to lose your friendship.”
Bella strolled to the table and poured a glass of wine. She held up the bottle to Rafe, but he shook his head. Taking a sip, she studied him over the rim of her glass.
She’d been trying to work out the details of her future. She needed a job, a career, but there was one thing she wanted above everything else. An image of that black-haired baby flashed in her mind. She thought of all she had lost, all that she now yearned for, and the really bad idea that had been floating in her subconscious crystallized into something tangible.
Rafe desired her. And that desire changed everything. It would be an honest exchange. A win-win situation. Placing her glass on the table, she took a deep breath. “You’re wrong,” she said.
“I am?”
She almost smiled at the wary note in his voice. She suspected not many people had the nerve to tell Rafe he was wrong. But she bit back the smile and nodded solemnly instead. “I’ll never marry again.”
His brows drew together as if he was trying to find the catch in that statement. She decided to help him out.
“No one will ever replace Gary. I don’t even want to try—it wouldn’t be fair. He was far more than a husband; he was also my best friend.” And he’d left her like everyone else. No way would she risk that again.
“One day, you’ll find someone else.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Yes, you—”
She held up her hand to stop him before this got into a ping-pong match of an argument. “Believe me. No one will take Gary’s place. But Rafe, there is something I want.” She stepped close and tilted her head so she could look into his face. A tic jerked in his cheek. She placed her hand flat against the hard wall of his chest and felt the thud of his heart against her palm. Panic flared in his eyes, but he didn’t back away. “Something I need,” she continued. “Help me get it, and I won’t ask for more than friendship from you.”
The panic faded, and a smile curved his lips. “What do you need? You know I’ll help you any way I can.”
She suspected he might want to retract that statement any second now.
“I want your baby,” she said, and watched as the smile slid from his face.

Excerpt #2.
He wished she hadn’t mentioned sex. But now that she had, he couldn’t leave it alone. “You want sex?” He was pleased his voice sounded normal.
She shrugged, the movement raising her breasts beneath her T-shirt. At least she was wearing a bra, though he could still make out her nipples beneath the thin material.
“I hadn’t really thought about it except as a means to an end. But I guess so. I’m a normal woman, after all, and you’re….”
“I’m?”
“Well, I suppose you’re good-looking and you’ve been around.”
“I think I’ve just been insulted.”
She grinned. “I didn’t mean to, but you’re my friend. I never thought about you like that. And then you kissed me and suddenly…” She shrugged, and he held his breath. “And suddenly I did.”
And his dick just got a whole lot harder.
“But don’t worry about it,” she continued. “It’s not your problem.” She pursed her lips. “Hey, maybe I’ll get a vibrator.”
He’d been about to swallow. Now he spurted champagne across the table. “Sorry,” he muttered as his mind flooded with a deluge of totally inappropriate images. She obviously had no clue of the effect she had on him. He wondered if anyone would notice if he poured the rest of the champagne in his lap.
Maybe he’d buy her a vibrator. Then he could fantasize…Damn, he was one sick bastard.
“Aren’t you hungry?” she asked.
Her pizza was finished. He’d barely touched his. He wasn’t hungry, at least not for food. “Help yourself,” he said.
She picked up another slice. “I suppose if we decide to go ahead with this baby, then we’ll have to have sex. You’re just going to have to close your eyes and think of England.”
He cleared his throat. “Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of artificial insemination.”
And the half-eaten slice of pizza dropped from her fingers.

Excerpt #3.
Bella waved a hand toward the tinted glass partition separating them from the driver. “Can he hear us?” she asked.
“Not unless I press the intercom.”
“Oh.”
She was up to something, but what?
Sitting in the corner, half facing him, she crossed and uncrossed her legs. She wore heels, black strappy sandals. And her legs were bare, and there was a lot of them. She crossed them again.
Beneath that shawl thing, she wore a skirt or a dress, he couldn’t tell which. Whatever it was, it was short. He hadn’t seen her in a skirt since she’d arrived in London. She always wore jeans for him.
He shifted again on the seat and decided he needed to get his mind off the skirt. One more thing to add to his list of things he shouldn’t think about. “So how was your friend?”
“Amy? She’s good.”
They lapsed into silence again.
“It’s warm, isn’t it?” she said.
Was it? Hot, more like it.
She let out an exaggerated sigh and started to unwind the black shawl.
Fuck.
At least he hadn’t said the word out loud. She was wearing a dress. Almost wearing a dress. It covered just about nothing. She inched a little closer to him and he fought the urge to back away. There was nowhere to go.
“Actually,” she murmured, “I thought while we were together like this, we could discuss this artificial insemination idea of yours.”
Not likely. Thinking of insemination at this point, artificial or otherwise, was not a good move.
The dress was low cut, and her breasts were pushed up and out from the top in a way that was almost indecent. How come she dressed like that to visit a girlfriend? She’d never dressed like that for him. But then why should she? He was the man who’d suggested they never ever have sex.
Had she said something else? “Sorry?”
“Artificial insemination. You remember?”
“What about it?”
“Well, obviously there are some advantages, but—”
“But?” He realized he was talking to her cleavage and dragged his eyes up to her face.
“The thing is, I'm an old-fashioned girl. And I wanted this to be a fair exchange. You said you wanted me and…” She twisted further in her seat and leaned toward him, raised her hand, and rested it on his chest beneath his jacket. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin cotton of his shirt.
“I totally get it if you’ve changed your mind and don’t want me like that. I’m not gorgeous and sophisticated like your normal women.”
What the hell was she talking about?
“Rafe, couldn’t you just…” She gave a helpless look. “Close your eyes and pretend I’m beautiful?”
He didn't know what to say. So he kept quiet.
“Am I really so repugnant?” She blinked. Were her eyes glistening? Had he done this to her? Made her cry?
“That’s not why…I thought you wouldn’t want…Shit, Bella.”
He dragged her into his arms and onto his lap. He meant only to comfort her. But the feel of her, the sweet scent of warm woman so close, was too much. His hands slid beneath her hair, and his mouth slanted over hers.

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