Synopsis:Just A Kiss
One Wine Country Villa
Six Santino Brothers
And lots of wine…
Reeling from the loss of her mother, Sarah Dupont catches her fiancé doing the nasty on top of her pastry table at their San Francisco Bakery.
Devastated, she calls her best friend, lifestyle reporter, Danica Vargas. Danica convinces Sarah to start fresh, and rent a room with her at an historic mansion in Sonoma Valley.
With two roommates who act like the sisters she never had and a feisty landlord to stand in as the grandmother she always wanted, Sarah’s opens a café on the Sonoma Plaza. Her life changes the moment the little bell on the door rings and the notoriously sexy actor Jamie Santino, swaggers in.
Jamie, one of the six Santino Brothers, of Napa Valley Winery fame, needs baking lessons for his new movie and Sarah is just the woman to teach him. Wine flows, their love affair heats up and a tempestuous femme fatale enters the scene.
How can Sarah trust that Jamie isn’t acting when everything he says seems too good to be true?
An Excerpt from Just A Kiss
She didn’t hear anything else. Not the song playing on the radio, not the hum of the overhead lights, or the purr of the walk-in, or the ovens. She watched the way he carried himself confidently across the room to examine the range and realized his swagger wasn’t a put-on. He just walked like sex on a stick naturally.
Jamie turned from the stove. “I’m ready to start again if you’ll have me.”
“I’m in the middle of lavender and thyme cookies,” she said on her way to the sink. “Do you want to help?”
“Then come over, and we’ll wash our hands.” She waited to turn on the faucet until Jamie scooted next to her.
The angle of his jawline and the profile of his lips fascinated her. His lips were only inches away, and she had an overwhelming urge to lock on to his mouth. Noticing a few strands had escaped from his beanie, she reached to touch them but stopped herself.
“We need to, um… ”
“What?” He glanced down at her.
“You need to tuck your hair into your beanie before we use the soap.” Sarah pointed to his hair.
“Oh right, health regulations.” Jamie slipped the rest of his hair under his hat in one quick sweep. “Better?”
“Yep.” She stole another look while turning on the faucet.
He held his hands palms up, and she squirted them with a little soap. She did the same for herself and tried desperately not to touch him while they scrubbed in silence under the warm water, but Jamie’s hip kept bumping against her.
Her body pinged excitedly every time he touched her. Using the deep breathing techniques she learned in yoga class, she inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with air. Then she let go of a long slow breath of air and made it last three seconds.
“Want me to help you soap up?” Jamie moved a slick hand over hers under the water.
She stole a look from the side and shook her hands in the sink. “I’m good.” Sarah grabbed a towel on the counter, dried her hands and tossed the cloth, making a basket in the hamper on her way to the pastry table.
“Come here,” Sarah said over her shoulder from the safe distance of the table. “I’ll show you how to roll out the dough.”
Finally away from his crazy sexy body, she prayed her hormones would settle down so she could focus. She leaned across and used her rolling pin to slowly press forward, putting her whole body into one long motion and back again, concentrating on smoothing the dough. Again, she bent over the table, straining a little, pushing the pin all the way over the dough as far as she could reach. When she rolled back, she bumped into a hard wall. Jamie stood behind her, trapping her against the table. Stunned and staring at the dough on the table, she sucked a breath of air when she felt his strong arms reach around her. She didn’t breathe the entire time it took Jamie to stroke her arms all the way down before covering her hands with his on each side of the rolling pin. Turning slightly into his shoulder, feeling the softness of his T-shirt, she snuck a whiff of heaven.