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Title: The Taste of Her Words
Author: Candace Knoebel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About The Taste of Her Words:
Andrea was my first taste of love. She was there throughout my childhood and into adulthood. Her words were a secret I wasn’t supposed to know. Truths and pain bled onto papers that shredded my innocence and carved a hole in my heart only she could fill. Her words were my first kiss. They were the uneven breaths I took when I saw her, and my hands between her thighs inside the dreams she haunted. She was my best friend’s older sister and, even though she didn’t know it yet, she was the pen that would ink our destiny into the stars. Dean tempted me to cross a line I never thought I would. It had been so long since someone looked at me the way he did. Five years since his starry gaze caressed my words and I ran from a kiss I couldn’t shake. He was everything I should stay away from, but how could I resist the beautifully broken man whose touch stoked a fire within my soul? Dean was the missing words to my fairy tale. The parchment I could safely put my most intimate thoughts to. But when secrets from the past catch up with us, how could our perfectly plotted ending survive?
About Candace Knoebel:
Candace Knoebel is a hopeless romantic with an affinity for whiskey and good music. Her love of words began when she met the boy who lived in the cupboard under the stairs, and has found an outlet in over twelve novels. With two completed series, her work ranges from paranormal to contemporary, all centered heavily around romance. Currently she lives in Florida with her husband and two children, and has just completed her thirteenth novel, The Taste of Her Words.
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I pointed to her notebook, trying not to show how easily she unhinged me. “What’s that?”
She looked down to it. Picked at the corner. “One of my millions of notebooks I write in. I uh… I was working on something that came to me. A poem that sort of sparked this idea for that poetry book I was telling you I wanted to write.”
“Read it to me,” I said, moving my hands up her thighs, tracing her wide hips.
Her cheeks flushed a little and her lips quivered. “It’s sort of silly, to be honest.” I loved watching her react to my touch. All those years I’d waited to see that look on her face.
“I know I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again… Nothing you could say or do would ever be silly, Andy.”
Her eyes brightened, making my chest feel light and airy.
She pulled the book from under her arm and clutched it tight against her chest, as if the words might jump out before she gave permission. “It’s a poem. Nothing serious. Just a scribbling of a thought I had after…” She paused, her blush deepening. “Well, after yesterday afternoon.”
Her rosy skin made my nerves light up. “Read,” I commanded in a low, guttural tone. Desperate to hear what I inspired.
She flipped to a page and swallowed. Sucked in air as if she was sipping on courage, and then read her words out loud as she grazed a fingertip along her collarbone in a charming, erotic way.