Spotlight & Giveaway: One Night…With her Boss by Annie O’Neil

Posted January 17th, 2016 by in Blog, Spotlight / 38 comments

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Annie O’Neil to HJ!

Hi Annie and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, One Night…With her Boss!

Thank you so much. So happy to be back in the HJ fold!

Tell us about the book with this fun little challenge using the title of the book:

Oh, blimey. This is a really long title – so in lieu of keeping you here forever – I’ll do an acronym: ONWHB – how’s that?

One-Night...With-Her-BossO is for One Night Only….or so Ali Lockhart thinks! But The Suit is too hot to resist.

N is for Naughty is Nice…nothing too wild – but Aidan Tate lights up Ali’s fire more than anyone she’s ever met so…she’s up North….why Not?

W is for Wickedly Wonderful (Hmmmm – there’s a bit of a theme going on here.) I haven’t gone all 50 Shades on anyone, but the romance Ali and Aidan share reminded me of what happens when you let down your guard and just go for it.

H is for Hot, Hot, Hot bods – everywhere! Ali’s new job is working for a rugby team and these chaps, despite the cauliflower ears are a good looking bunch. But Ali only has eyes for one guy….too bad neither of them are looking for a relationship

B is for Bootycall…you heard me right…they have to maintain a professional relationship during the day – but once that office doors clicks shut? Let’s just say no one is getting through a box set in a hurry in this book.B is also for ballerina…that had been Ali’s first calling in life. And now….wait and see?


What’s your favorite line(s) from the book?:

It wasn’t how he normally operated—had ever operated—but by the time they had been finished she had been worth every single nail-scratch on his back.


Please tell us a little about the characters in your book. What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?

I liked both of these characters because they each pour themselves one hundred percent into their jobs. It is their life. The downside to that – of course – is it doesn’t leave much wiggle room for anything – or anyone – in it.

The conceit of their attraction was always a lust at first sight. My editor was actually the one who asked the thrilling question…what if, instead of them meeting on their first day of work…they’ve actually met before? For just one night.


When you sat down to start this book, what was the biggest challenge you faced? What were you most excited about?

Well….confession time. I don’t have a medical background and I really like getting things right (I used to be a journalist – so making up the medical sections when the readers are no slouches is vital to me!) Ali was switching from dance medicine to sports medicine – Rugy, to be more specific. Researching the rugby injuries was bizarrely great fun. There was a world tournament on at the time and my husband was shocked to find me joining him on the sofa to watch…and take notes!


What, in your mind, makes this book stand out?

I really enjoy how these characters – all of them – get through life with a healthy dose of humour. I always find life toughest when I’ve lost my sense of humour and I wanted to lift these guys out of their dark spots with some good old-fashioned ribbing. Finger’s crossed, it worked. Also – if you’ve read any of my other books, usually there’s some pretty heated kissing and then – voila! – it’s morning….this time – things get slightly more explicit (you can thank my editor again for that). I’m not sure how well I did…I’d love to hear from you and see what you think…


The First Kiss…

This might be a bit more than you bargained for, but….

It had been raw animal attraction. They hadn’t needed to discuss it. They’d just known. No names. No deep and meaningful forays into the other’s psyche. Just unreserved, unadulterated, lust. She’d never felt anything consume her so completely before.
The doors of the elevator had barely shut before his hands had begun exploring her, heated kisses had drawn them closer together. She’d felt reckless, wanton, and exactly where she should have been. She’d been completely under his spell, and this total stranger had made himself at home with the dips and curves of her body. Fingers had slipped along waistlines, hands had been drawn possessively along hips, lips had tasted and teased and all she’d been able to do was respond.
She didn’t even remember how they’d got to her room. But Ali could distinctly recall the moment her dress had slipped to the floor, her skin shuddering with desire as she’d pressed against him, still wearing every bit of that three-piece suit. She should have felt vulnerable, exposed. But she hadn’t. Far from it. She’d felt feminine, sexy, and for the very first time she’d understood the power of desire.


If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would you use for the audition of the main characters and why?

Ooooo – this is a dinner scene where Ali and Aidan have reached in impasse. They are not working well together because…ermmmm…..the thought of their tryst keeps getting in the way. I think this would be a good way to show each of the character’s professional sides battling with the personal and primal sides of their characters:

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Ali’s expression was genuinely concerned now, nothing remaining of her goofy grin.
“You want it straight up or watered down?”
A small crease formed between her eyes. He didn’t blame her. He was being elusive, and the only person his behavior was protecting was himself.
Nipping this thing with Ali in the bud was the kindest way to go. She might as well go forward with her eyes wide open.
“It’s nothing, really…” He dove in, avoiding eye contact by rearranging his ravioli into a poor recreation of a St. George’s Cross. “The guys were just giving me some guff after our ‘cross-training’ and they seem to think we’re a couple. I just don’t want them to get the wrong idea—you know…with the final coming up and all. Focus. They need to focus. I need to focus—make sure they don’t get injured—and you need—”
Quit talking.
She put her fork down quietly. “I see.”
“None of this hanging out together has been romantic, right?” He raised his eyes hopefully.
“Of course not!” She huffed away the very idea. “What on earth would make them think I fancy you?”
Ali regretted the words the moment they were out of her mouth. There were about five gabillion things that would make the team, let alone Aidan, think she fancied him—but she really didn’t need to put them in outline form for him to analyze.
“That came out wrong.”
“You think?” Aidan’s voice was dryer than the Sauvignon Blanc he’d just taken a sip of.
“Soooo….” She folded her serviette and laid it on the table. Her appetite had been properly stemmed. No wine, and now no pudding. “What exactly do you propose we do to set them right?”
She glared at Aidan. This was completely his fault. If he hadn’t sent her that Cosmopolitan all those weeks ago none of this would be happening. Right?
It most likely wouldn’t have mattered where she’d met Aidan Tate. He knocked her for six on or off the field. They had chemistry, and trying to ignore it was going to be a Herculean task.
“Well, we can’t exactly stop working together—Coach is insisting you stay.” Aidan frowned.
“Wow. Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Ali snapped back.
Unexpectedly, Aidan laughed. “I suppose this sort of thing isn’t really a problem at your clinic, with all those girlies floating about in their tutus.”
“Nothing at my clinic is like being here,” Ali grumbled.
“Hey.” Aidan reached across and gave her hand a squeeze. “It’s not all bad up here, is it?”
“Better watch it. What if someone from the team sees you?”
Ali pulled her hand back, knowing she was milliseconds away from weaving her fingers through his, finding comfort in the warmth of his hand. But comfort was the last thing she could expect from Aidan. He was making sure she knew that—loud and clear.
“C’mon, Ali. Don’t be like that.”
“Like what? There’s obviously nothing going on between us—so we’re good.” She gave him a cheery smile. “I’ll get the bill. Or do you want to go Dutch so no one gets the wrong idea?”
“Now you’re just being childish.”
“Childish? Really? I’m trying to play this game by your ever-changing rulebook, Aidan. Apologies if I’m not managing to keep up.”
“I’m just trying to make this easy.”
Aidan gave her a pointed look with those dark brown eyes of his. Eyes that were just far too close to those deliciously strong cheekbones, so prominent you could trace them oh-so-easily straight down to his mouth. She felt her focus narrowing. He really had a lovely mouth…
An unwelcome warmth started to make itself known between her legs. She shifted in her seat. And all of a sudden it came to her—clear as day. She had the perfect solution. “I’ve got it.”
“How we fix this ‘thing.’” Her fingers hung in the air in quotes as her heart began to race with excitement. This could really work! She looked him square in the eye. “The easiest thing to do would be to start having sex again, so we can quit pretending being pals is what we both want. I like working with you—but this whole buddy thing is a farce. We should be…I don’t know…. bootie call buddies instead.”


If your hero had a sexy-times play list, what song(s) would have to be on it?

Oooo – slow and sensual is what I am thinking….You Can Leave Your Hat On by Joe Cocker. Definitely and maybe also Phil Collins In the Air Tonight.


What do you want people to take away from reading this book?

Mostly just to have a good time. This book is more fun than deep and heavy…What I took away from writing it and going on the journey with the hero and heroine was, hauling your personal baggage around with you isn’t the best of ideas. It weighs you down and closes you off to options that might be right in front of your face….so keep an open mind! The future is generally never what you expect it to be.


What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned for 2016?

Right now I am working on a really interesting book – working title Love on the Rocks (you can expect the editors at Mills & Boon to change that one!)….The hero, Brodie McClellan, has just returned to his home island of Dunregan up in the North of Scotland – a few months after his father has died and following his own three month stint working with Ebola patients in Africa. When he gets home? Most of his patients are too frightened to see him. Cue: Our heroine! Kali O’Shea…she’s got quite a back story but I don’t want to give too much away.

As for future releases – this year is a cracker for me! March sees London’s Most Eligible Doctor and June will have one I adore – One Night, Twin Consequences – it is one of two books in the Monticello Baby Miracles. The other book is by my pal Susanne Hampton. Then there’s a Christmas book – The Nightshift Before Christmas (that’s what I’ve called it – not sure if that’s going to be the final title) and – I had a first with this one – I kept bursting into tears when I was writing it because I felt so strongly for what the hero and heroine were going through. I hope you enjoy!

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Excerpt from One Night…With her Boss:

Thank you so much for having me! Here’s part of the opening…I hope you enjoy it:

ALI SCRUNCHED HER eyes as tightly as she could manage, then popped them open. Nope. No good. Even the snow-capped stadium filled to the brim with cheering rugby fans couldn’t help her push That Night back to the inaccessible recesses of her memory. Who would’ve thought a liaison two weeks ago at an airport hotel would still be sending heated shivers of response careering round her body?
Fourteen days on and the sensations were just as potent. She’d wanted change—and now she was virtually swimming in it. Ali rubbed at her arms as if that would help scrub the heated thoughts away. Pah!
“Doc!” One of the players started doing star jumps on the sidelines. “You cold? Just do some of these—they’ll warm you up sharpish.”
Ali tossed a smile at the player and made a little jog-in-place movement to show willing. She was “only” a locum up here, but the lads had already made her feel a welcome part of the beast that was the North Stars rugby team. She wondered what it would be like when the Chief Medical Officer got back from his holiday. She was used to running her own clinic, so being someone’s subordinate would take a bit of a mental shift. But learning from a master of sports medicine? That would be worth it. Definitely.
After that…who knew what lay ahead? Going back to En Pointe Physio didn’t appeal. She wasn’t sure if it ever would. The day she’d walked into her favorite coffee shop back in London and hadn’t even needed to open her mouth to order her specialty mocha was the day she’d started hunting for a locum position. She didn’t do predictable. She didn’t do steady. The longer you stuck around somewhere, the more likely you were to get hurt. When you tried new things—like an unexpected one-night stand on the eve of your new job—suffice it to say, it shook things up a bit.
A shiver rippled up her spine, and even though it was pretty obvious the snowy weather had sent the chill she couldn’t resist closing her eyes again. Letting go of that night was near impossible. Especially when her body was still responding to the memory of his caresses, smoothing and shifting along her bare skin. His name…? A mystery—and it would stay that way.
Whatever had possessed them to head up to her hotel room that night—both of them with their flights grounded for a measly three inches of snow—had been well worth it. Who was she kidding? She knew exactly what had possessed them. Pure as the driven snow, hot as molten lava: desire. Her first ever one-night stand and it had been about as smokin’ hot as they got.
The roars and songs of the crowd blurred into white noise as she dipped and dived into the ten hours and forty-seven minutes they had spent together. And on Valentine’s Day, to boot! She was normally a cynic when it came to twittering birds and love hearts. Life had shown her there was no such thing as “The One.” Even so, the universe must’ve had other ideas—at least for that one night.
“Cupid shot your plane down?” He had placed his drink on the bar next to her empty glass. Cheesy line—but from the quirk in his lips he’d known it.
Her attraction to him had been immediate.
“That obvious?” she’d shot back with a laugh and a smile.
The bartender had placed a fresh cocktail in front of her. One she hadn’t ordered. A Cosmopolitan, complete with a twist of orange peel. Her favorite.
She wasn’t normally a sucker for a well-dressed man—but this one…? No matter what had been about to play out there, she’d already known she would remember him as “The Suit.”
He’d worn his as if he had been sewn into it. And she hadn’t doubted for a second how delicious he would look out of it.
“Been here long?”
She’d felt him make the visual journey up from her biker style boots, crossed at the ankle, to the bit of leg on show below the swing of fabric that had made up her wraparound dress.
“Long enough.”
Already, she’d only had eyes for him, and the buzz of magnetic energy had tugged them into a cocoon of “Me and You.” Another sip of Cosmo, remarkably little chit-chat, a slight lift of his eyebrow—shall we?—and they had headed off to the elevators.
It had been raw animal attraction. They hadn’t needed to discuss it. They’d just known. No names. No deep and meaningful forays into the other’s psyche. Just unreserved, unadulterated, lust. She’d never felt anything consume her so completely before.
The doors of the elevator had barely shut before his hands had begun exploring her, heated kisses had drawn them closer together. She’d felt reckless, wanton, and exactly where she should have been. She’d been completely under his spell, and this total stranger had made himself at home with the dips and curves of her body. Fingers had slipped along waistlines, hands had been drawn possessively along hips, lips had tasted and teased and all she’d been able to do was respond.
She didn’t even remember how they’d got to her room. But Ali could distinctly recall the moment her dress had slipped to the floor, her skin shuddering with desire as she’d pressed against him, still wearing every bit of that three-piece suit. She should have felt vulnerable, exposed. But she hadn’t. Far from it. She’d felt feminine, sexy, and for the very first time she’d understood the power of desire.
The need to feel him inside her had grown as his hands had begun to explore her more intimately. Her breasts, then her nipples had grown taut as she’d pressed against the wool of his suit jacket. He’d slid a hand between her legs, his fingers slipping slowly back and forth, back and forth. Her breath had caught in her throat and he’d tipped his head down to lazily tease his tongue round first one nipple, then the other.
She’d rolled her feet up onto tiptoe. Fluidly, as if she were still dancing and the accident had never happened, she’d tucked first one leg and then, with a small hop, the other around his hips. He had easily carried her across the room to the high bed. As he’d begun to lower her swiftly, almost brusquely, he had turned her around, his hands moving along the sides of her breasts. Then one hand had traced along her front and the other down her back, until he’d cupped her between her legs. Her skin had felt as though it were on fire. She had never wanted anyone more than she’d wanted The Suit.
She’d felt his thick five o’clock shadow along her cheek and, as if he reading her mind, he’d whispered into her ear, “I only have two—so you’re going to have to be patient.”
Two condoms. One night with a man she’d never see again.
These walls better have soundproofing, she remembered thinking. She’d met her match, and from the way his hands had taken such pleasure in exploring her body he’d felt it, too…
“Woooo-hoooo! Did you see that, Doc?”
Ali snapped out of her sexy dreamscape, eyes scanning the field to quickly connect the dots. Must pay more attention!
The clutch of assistant coaches she’d stationed herself next to were whooping it up as the scoreboard flickered to life with a new set of numbers. The North Stars were surging ahead of their opponents.
She grinned and pulled her knitted team skullcap down over her ears. Man, it was cold out here! A far cry from her swish and well-heated therapy center in the heart of London.
The thought pleased and stung at the same time.
The Chief Medical Officer was due back sometime today—possibly even mid-match—and it would hardly do for her to be caught daydreaming. Especially dreams of the super-naughty kind.
She forced herself to be alert to the players on the pitch. They were, after all, her responsibility.
As play recommenced, then abruptly stopped, Ali’s senses sharpened. The crunch of shoulder on shoulder, skull on skull was never a nice sound, but these rugby boys didn’t do things by halves.
The howls of pain coming from the field set her into motion. Drama queens, maybe—but these men were not babies. A player was hurting.
Oblivious to the roar of the thousands of fans watching the heated North versus South trial match, Ali picked up her pace as the stretcher-bearers joined her on the snow-spackled field. A scrum combined with a slippery playing surface could easily lead to a spinal injury. She hoped for the player’s sake it wasn’t the case.
The huddle of sweaty, mud-covered men split open as she arrived.
“Hope you’ve got a strong stomach, Harty,” One of the players mumbled as she made it to the center of the group.
There, lying on the ground, staring straight ahead as he fought to control his breathing, was Chris Trace—the team’s hooker. To say he was a sight to behold was putting it mildly. She almost had to laugh. She’d wanted a change and this was most definitely not the sort of injury you saw in the Royal Ballet.
Their player had taken the full brunt of a Southern Cross player’s might. Blood was pouring from a gash in his forehead, and as he swept a hand across his face to clear it from his eyes it looked as though he was going to have one heck of a shiner by the end of play.
The stadium fell into a hush as both teams stood at attention—waiting for the verdict.
“All right, Chris.” Ali grabbed her run bag and pulled out some wipes. “Let’s see what price you’ve paid for victory.”
Spitting out his mouth guard, the athlete tried to grin up at her. A good sign.
“I’ll be back on the field in no time, Doc. Just put a plaster or something on me and I’ll be good to go.” Chris couldn’t stop the flinch crossing his broad face as he tried to lift his head.
“No, you don’t!” Ali pressed him back down to the ground. “You’re not going anywhere until I check you out. What happened to your goggles?”
She smiled down at him, admiring his determination to finish the game. The North Stars were grittily committed to being at the fore of the infamous North against South showdown in just over three months’ time. The last day of her contract. Losing a player to an injury was the last thing they needed.
She began sponging the blood off his forehead to see how big a gash they were dealing with. Head injuries were big bleeders, and with all the sprawling around in the muck these guys did infection was easy to come by.
“Goggles popped off when I landed on my face—or someone’s foot knocked them. Can’t remember.”
“Can’t remember or can’t think straight?” a male voice asked from behind her.
Ali froze. She knew that voice. It had whispered deliciously naughty intentions into her ear not so very long ago.
Her eyes moved along the ground from where she knelt with Chris, her breath caught tight in her chest. Blood began to thunder between her ears as a pair of leather shoes came into view and walked to the opposite side of Chris. It was all she could do not to cry out as the owner of the shoes came into view as he kneeled across from her. Oh, she knew him, all right. She knew him intimately. And she didn’t know him at all.
As their eyes met Ali physically felt the breath being sucked out of her body.
The Suit.
Images flickered past her mind’s eye, of their bodies tangled together in a series of sexual acrobatics she’d never believed possible. A wash of pleasure rippled through her and it was all she could do to keep her jaw clamped firmly shut.
She’d never asked him his real name. Nor had he of her. That had been their deal. One night only.
Someone needed to pinch her. And fast.
“Take me through it.”
He was speaking to her, but looking at Chris. What was he doing here?
“I want to find my goggles.” Chris tried to push up from the ground again.
“No, you don’t!”
“No, you don’t!”
Ali could barely suppress a surprised smile as she and The Suit each pressed on a shoulder, keeping Chris on the ground.
“Not until we know what else you’ve done to yourself. How does the socket around your eye feel?” Ali pressed him down again, this time with her hands covered in purple nitrile gloves, before she gently palpated the area.
“Fine—it’s just the cut, Doc. Honestly. Dr. Tate—tell her.”
For a second time Ali felt her chest constrict.
“You’re Aidan Tate?”
Dr. Aidan Tate? The award-winning sports medicine expert whose articles on non-surgical sports injuries she’d devoured like chocolate? The North Stars’s Chief Medical Officer? And…wait for it…her new boss?
Well. This was a bit of a pickle.
The biggest freaking pickle in the whole entire universe!
Her tummy pirouetted and heated as she stared at him—only just managing to suppress a smile. A short, sharp shake shifted the X-rated images from her mind and she rapidly went back to swabbing away the blood from Chris’s forehead.
“Earth to Lockhart! Harty? What gives? Am I getting back into play or what? Where are my goggles?” he shouted to the other players, who leapt into action.
Ali looked up and caught the eyes of her new boss. His face was unreadable. Hmm… This was nothing short of awkward.
“Got ’em!” One of the Southern Cross players jogged over and handed the protective eyewear to Chris, complete with blood and a tuft of muddy grass. He plopped them on the front of his blood-smeared face and gave Ali a See? I’m Fine grin.
“Nice look, Chris.” Ali guffawed at the gruesomely comic sight, then looked across at Aidan Tate with a mortified expression. He was her new boss. Never mind that she’d seen him naked. He’d hired her to be a doctor, not to snicker at the players’ made-for-Halloween gruesome faces.
Way to make an impression, Lockhart.
She was surprised to see Aidan smirk his approval at her reaction to Chris. She guessed he wanted to make sure the new girly doc could play gross with the rest of the boys.
She glanced at Aidan again, and he nodded for her to proceed. She couldn’t help but feel whatever she said was going to be under microscopic examination. Which was fair enough. If she’d found out the man she’d had a sizzling one-night stand with was her shiny new employee she would probably have held him to a higher standard.
“The cut doesn’t look too deep. Let’s do the spine and concussion drills and then get you to the sidelines for a couple of stitches.” Then for good measure she added, “And maybe give your specs a bit of a bath.”
Ali trained her eyes on Chris and deftly carried out a thorough inspection of his neck and upper spine to make sure it was safe to move him.
“Any tingling sensations in your arms? Burning? Stinging?” She rattled through the checklist, all too aware of Aidan’s eyes on her.
“Nah,” Chris answered.
“Shortness of breath?” She tapped along his lungs. A pneumothorax would be an unwelcome complication.
Chris heaved in a deep breath of air and exhaled with a lion noise. His lungs were fine. “Nope.”
“Guess you’ve kept everything intact except your brainbox—lucky boy. Wiggle your toes.”
“I’m fine, Harty! We’re a breed apart from all your fluffy ballerinas. Made of tougher stuff, we are.”
“Oh, really? And here was me thinking you were only human.” She signaled to the stretcher lads. He was safe to move off the field for a more thorough consultation.
“No way!” Chris pushed himself up. “I’m walking off on my own two feet, thank you very much.”
He stood up between them—weaving ever so slightly—then raised his arms in a victory move and swaggered off the field to the roar of the crowd.
Which left her face to face with Dr. Aidan Tate.
Her stomach gave a life-affirming heave and she almost lost her balance which—considering she was still kneeling—was quite a feat. The man took her breath away. There was no getting away from that. Salt and pepper hair she’d run her fingers through on their way to naughtier climes, coffee-black eyes, and a perfect set of cheekbones. Oh—and had she mentioned his lips? They were very, very nice lips.

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Her Valentine’s fling!

Usually cautious Dr. Ali Lockhart is starting afresh and leaving the ghosts of her life-changing accident behind. A Valentine’s fling is just what she needs before starting her new career as a sports physician…but then her handsome stranger turns out to be her new boss!

Dr. Aidan Tate’s steely exterior hides a devastating heartbreak, but keeping things strictly professional with the tantalizing Ali is increasingly difficult. Especially as after that steamy night, what is forbidden promises to taste all the sweeter
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Meet the Author:

Annie O'NeilAnnie spent most of her childhood with a leg draped over the family rocking chair and a book in her hand. Novels, baking, movies and writing too much teenage angst poetry ate up most of her youth. Now, quite a few years on from those fevered daydreams of being a poet, Annie splits her time between corralling her husband (and real life Scottish hero) into helping her with their cows or scratching the backs of their rare breed pigs and spending some very happy hours at her computer writing.
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38 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: One Night…With her Boss by Annie O’Neil”

  1. Kara

    I like all kinds really, sometimes I like when they barely mention it and leave a lot to imagination or take things slow, then sometimes I really like passionate moments!

  2. moosehog83

    Depends on my mood and the author ! I like everything from a chaste kiss to an erotic romance . Medical a to Cowboys to historical and everything in between

  3. Meredith Miller

    I like steamy, but I don’t mind no-so-steamy either. I don’t like outright pornographic though.

  4. laurieg72

    I enjoyed your excerpt. I like the instant attraction and chemistry that steals away your inhibitions. Desires, Presents and the Blaze lines are some of my favorite categories!

    As for what I like, it depends on the story some just scream sex scenes, while others require more tame, sensitive encounters. I don’t need all the details but I like feeling the intensity of the encounter.

  5. Kate Sparks

    I’m all in for anything that moves the story. Awesome prize with the 2 for 1 with Kate Hardy!!!! Thanks!!

  6. Amy Rickman

    For me it’s all about the story I swing from closed door (Amy Harmon and Kristen Higgins) to open door (Kit Rocha & Tessa Bailey). It all comes down to wanting a good book and being able to connect with the characters.

  7. Lynn Brooks

    I love it all! I can very easily sit and read a book where they barely even get around to kissing for the first time before the end of the book rolls around as long as it’s written well and I have fallen for the characters. But I also love one where they’re getting down and dirty in great detail from the first scene. It depends on what I’m in the mood for that day, and on average, I probably read more of the smack dab in the middle range, but I honestly love them all. 🙂

  8. kermitsgirl

    I like to read all types. Sometimes I really love it to be detailed – other times just the merest suggestion is enough. My preference often coincides with the rest of the story. I don’t like very detailed petting that ends in a brief mention of the act – and I don’t like heavily detailed love making that doesn’t fit in with the rest of the story.

  9. Amanda Thompson

    Depends on the type of book it is though I don’t like to much steamy that it takes away from the love story.

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