The First Time We Met by Pippa Croft
I'm delighted today to be part of the promo blitz for Pippa Croft's book The First Time We Met.
The book sounds amazing and is right at the top of my pile to be read!
The book sounds amazing and is right at the top of my pile to be read!
Here's a video that the Gosling Girls Book Tours ladies have created to celebrate the launch of Pippa's book. It's all about people celebrating their first times.
I'd like to share my most important first time! It was when I met the love of my life - my son Oliver. I had a C-section and it was only when I heard him cry and the doctor held him up to us that I breathed a sigh of relief that he was here, he was safe and I was now a mom! From that day on, he has been and is my life! Being his mom is the best job in the world!
Here's a few other firsts for you to learn about.
I'd like to share my most important first time! It was when I met the love of my life - my son Oliver. I had a C-section and it was only when I heard him cry and the doctor held him up to us that I breathed a sigh of relief that he was here, he was safe and I was now a mom! From that day on, he has been and is my life! Being his mom is the best job in the world!
Here's a few other firsts for you to learn about.
Blurb:
When US Senator's daughter, Lauren Cusack, arrives at the enchanting
Wyckham College of Oxford University she hopes to mend her broken heart by
throwing herself into her studies.
But then English aristocrat Alexander Hunt walks into her life and everything changes. Handsome, brooding, and with his own dark past to escape, Alexander is exactly what Lauren doesn't need - but she finds herself helplessly drawn towards him.
But then English aristocrat Alexander Hunt walks into her life and everything changes. Handsome, brooding, and with his own dark past to escape, Alexander is exactly what Lauren doesn't need - but she finds herself helplessly drawn towards him.
Both Alexander and Lauren know that they should stay away from each other... but sometimes desire is so powerful that it conquers all else.
The First Time We Met is the first novel in Pippa Croft's Oxford Blue Series. Fans of Sylvia Day, E L James and Beth Kery will love this compelling romance series.
About Pippa: Pippa
Croft is the pen name of an award-winning romantic novelist. After studying
English at Oxford, she worked as a copywriter and journalist before writing her
debut novel, which won the RNA's New Writers' award and was later made into a
TV movie. She lives in a village in the heart of England with her husband and
daughter.
Extract:
Lauren Cusack is an American student, newly
arrived to start her master’s in Art History at Wyckham College, Oxford. As she
unloaded her luggage, she glimpsed a strikingly handsome guy, and has wondered
ever since who he is...
In spite of my
words, my pulse rate spikes as I take in the dark brown hair and those
quarterback shoulders. I know him.
He’s the guy from the Range Rover.
He can’t be
that much older than me, but there’s something behind those eyes that makes me
think he’s lived much longer and seen so much more than I ever have or will. He
glares down at me as if I’ve committed a crime.
‘You’ve been
crying,’ he says.
‘No, I have
not.’ But damn, my hand brushes over my cheek as I deny the obvious.
‘Yes, you
have. Your eyes look red and your face is wet.’
‘So my
contacts are irritating. Is there a law against it?’
His nostrils
flare slightly. ‘Of course not. Wait.’ He pulls a clean white square from the
pocket of his suit and his voice softens. ‘May I? There’s a lash in the corner
of your eye. I don’t want to smudge your mascara any more than it already is.
Tilt your head up, please.’
It may be a request but the way he says it,
there’s no room for negotiation. I tilt
and my heart thumps like a road drill. Reaching out, he dabs at the tear tracks
on my cheek with his handkerchief. I know I ought to feel patronised but it’s
such an unexpectedly tender gesture from this granite-hewn guy that I don’t
want to stop him. As his fingers brush across my damp skin, there’s a
tightening low in my belly that I can’t mistake for anger or nerves. As he
touches me, my skin prickles all over and not in a bad way.
‘Just relax,’
he orders and I’m in no position to disobey with my gaze turned skyward. I feel
the cool of metal softly graze my cheek and realise he has a ring on his little
finger. This close, he smells of freshly laundered linen. No cologne, no booze,
just cool and clean and composed.
‘That’s it.’
There’s a
moment where I don’t think I will ever be able to move again, then I glance
down and the eyelash is the tiniest thing on the tip of his little finger. And
there’s the ring. A gold signet ring like my grandfather used to wear.
‘Thank you.’
‘A pleasure.’ His expression doesn’t match his
words but he adds, ‘That didn’t hurt a bit, did it?’
If he says it
doesn’t hurt, I guess it doesn’t. The wind is blowing through the cloisters and
has pasted my damp dress to my body like shrink wrap. I feel naked before him
and throw my arms around my chest, not that it’s any kind of protection from a
gaze that seems to penetrate my flesh and bones.
A smile
flickers over his face and for that brief second, his austerely handsome
profile is transfused with warmth. My God, he is beautiful. Scary but divine. What is he doing here at Wyckham?
‘Don’t look so
scared. I don’t bite.’
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