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It’s the must have component of every romance novel, the chemistry that makes what’s happening between the hero and heroine special, unique to their HEA. It’s the thing we can’t explain, the reason why your heart flutters when one man walks into a room but not another, the reason why you want that man right now over anyone else. It’s intangible, related to pheromones and hormones and something we can’t define. It never lasts and always lasts, and if you can act on it, it will change your life.
Thea Moretti, the heroine in my current release BREATH ON EMBERS, has some wicked good chemistry with the hero, firefighter Ronan O’Rourke. But Thea’s a widow, and dark, cold grief has stolen her memories of what good chemistry means, or how it feels. In this scene a morsel of Christmas shortbread, fed to her by the firefighter who’s not going to let her go, brings back those memories.
He sipped the coffee, then eyed the picked-over desserts. “What did you make?”
Thea pointed to the shortbread. Someone with an eye for arranging desserts moved her big cookie from the back corner to the front of the table. Only the center holly and ivy remained. Ronan cracked off a generous section and bit into it.
“Wow,” he said through his mouthful.
“I know,” she said. I remember. I remember what it’s like to love this season, the way it looks and sounds and tastes.
“Did you have any?”
“No,” she explained. “I didn’t have any cookie cutters so I just made one big cookie. I couldn’t exactly nibble off the edges.”
Nancy overheard her, and pulled out her iPhone. “I took a picture,” she said as she tapped and scrolled, then held it up to show Ronan. “This is so going in the January newsletter.”
He glanced between the picture and Thea’s face. “Amazing,” he said softly. “Try some now.”
She hesitated, torn between the really tempting sight of Ronan offering to feed her shortbread from his hand and the meltdown at the simple smell of the cookie. He slid his fingers into hers and drew her through the double doors, into the dim hallway leading to the church’s meeting rooms, and stopped on the other side of a coat rack filled with volunteers’ coats, scarves and boots.
“I’m right here,” he said quietly. “Give it a try.”
He knew. Not that by this late date in the month it wasn’t glaringly obvious. Phrases like I think we should end this and It’s really for the best if we stop seeing each other trembled on the tip of her tongue. But as she inhaled to speak, the scent of the shortbread and Ronan’s warm skin drifted into her nostrils. Instead, she opened her mouth and let him place a section of holly leaf on the tip of her tongue.
It was the first shortbread she’d eaten in almost three years, and as the moist, flaky cookie melted in her mouth, she knew when it became sweet. The heat from the oven triggered a chemical reaction between butter, flour and sugar. Heat and time worked on dormant ingredients to make something new. Different. Delicious.
Christmas is the perfect time for Firefighter Ronan O’Rourke to take things to the next level with his sexually adventurous girlfriend. He knows she has feelings for him—and he’s sure of his feelings for her—but when Thea refuses his invitation to sample Christmas in New York City because what they share is nothing more than sheet-burning sex, Ronan sets out to change her mind.
Deep down Thea Moretti knows she cares for Ronan, but she can’t move past her grief over her late husband. Loud music and sex with Ronan are the only things she’s got that her feel alive, so she takes as much of both as she can get. She knows Ronan wants more, but during the darkest time of the year finding her way won’t be easy.
Ronan gambles everything and challenges Thea: one night of passion with him and another man. Can he prove to her that what they share isn’t just great sex but an emotional connection strong enough to last forever?
Do you remember any specific instances of chemistry? Did the relationship become a keeper, or was it a purely physical reaction? 🙂 One commentor will win a copy of BREATH ON EMBERS!