A Kind of Romance… Teaser

Sometimes in life it’s a matter of “ask and you shall receive”. When fabulous reader Wendy kindly asked for a teensy glimpse at book 2 in the A Kind Of Stories series, I couldn’t refuse. I don’t have the exact release date for A Kind of Romance yet, but I’m pretty sure it will be available for preorder (and cover reveal!) in May and release in June.  Those who’ve kept up with my blog, FB or interviews may already know this is Benny’s story. Can you guess who the other MC is? 😉

Here it is… Enjoy!

“Look at us,” Benny singsonged. “We barely like each other, and we’re going on another date.”

I snorted derisively as I reached for my glass. “I like you just fine. But let’s be serious… this isn’t a real date.”

“What is this, then?” he asked with faux nonchalance.

“It’s a way to get my dad off both our backs. By the way, we better not tell him we’re going bowling too. He’ll start talking about grandkids. Keep it quiet.”

“I’m Italian. Quiet is hard for me, but I’ll do my best.”

“Please do.”

“I don’t lie well, either. It’s a personality flaw. I can tell white lies all day long, but—”

“Where are you going with this?”

“If we say it’s not a real date, I might slip.”

“Okay. It’s a real date.”

“It’s not a date unless we kiss. At the very least.” His eyes twinkled merrily.

I knew he was playing with me. He probably assumed I’d back away and reset expectations. We weren’t sitting at a chic SoHo bar on a Friday night because we were attracted to each other. At least that wasn’t how it started, but the truth was I liked Benny more than I thought I would. I liked his spunk and his snarky sense of humor. Maybe my two and a half martinis had something to do with it, but I actually didn’t mind his over-the-top hair color or his bright shirt so much anymore. He was a good-looking guy. Kissing him would be no hardship whatsoever.

I stared at his mouth for a moment before leaning in to brush my lips against his. The contact was brief, but fuck, I had a feeling I wouldn’t forget it anytime soon. I won’t claim I saw stars or anything corny, but I felt an undeniable pull. An unexpected connection. Like an amplified version of that zing I’d felt in the hospital. The urge to deepen the kiss and slide my tongue alongside his was strong. Strong enough to freak me out. What the fuck was I doing?

My eyes snapped open. I leaned back on my barstool and noted Benny staring at me intently. There was humor in his gaze as well as something akin to desire. He felt it too.

Sigh…Introductory short stories to follow next month! <3

Happy Reading, Lane xo