We all know first kiss scenes are so difficult to write but so delicious to read. Well, we can safely say that the scene down below made the Faerie Queen squirm – in a good way! Take a peek, then get your hands on Not Her Gargoyle by Annie Nicholas!

About the book
Not Her Gargoyle

Series: Not This #4
Publisher: Green Mountain Publishing LLC
Pages: 229
Add to TBR: Goodreads
Purchase: Amazon UK | Amazon US
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Ruby is done with jerks, dead-end jobs, and eviction notices. Everyone else she knows is finding ways out of this crappy neighborhood, so why can’t she? Since opportunities refuse to fall from the sky, Ruby makes her own. To hell with the little voice in her heart whispering about love. She never met a man she wanted to keep…then she met a gargoyle. Men were boring after all.
Nick was a con, a thief, and a rogue. He couldn’t keep a dime in his pocket even if it was glued. Then he met a ruby. Not one from the earth but one of flesh and blood. And ass. Let’s not forget the ass. Stealing her heart was now all he wanted.
He has a plan that could make both their dreams come true. It only involves an itsy-bitsy risk. All they must do is rob a witch.
Oh, and avoid the dragons.


Excerpt
His mouth tipped up at one corner into a sultry smile. The kind that made women drop their panties. The kind that turned Ruby’s knees into jelly. “Really?” he asked as he strode forward. He looked like an animal, sleek and sensuous. Shoulders rolling as he moved.
She might have ovulated. Her back hit the wall and only then did she realize her retreat. When had she backed down to a man? Sexual control was her super power. The only one she’d owned. Nick changed everything.
He didn’t stop his advance until they were almost touching, and then he braced a hand against the wall by her head. She wouldn’t have minded if he blocked her in. His shorts would drop to the floor again, but hey, sacrifices could be made.
“I want to taste you.” His voice caused a rush of heat over her skin. He waited for her to make the first move.
Her every breath jagged, her heart out of sync, she rested her hands on his shoulders. Strong and muscled and dangerous. The hunger in her veins no longer an empty desperation for human contact, but a hotter, deeper ache. Her lips parted under the hard demand of his mouth.
Even in his human form, Nick loomed over her. There was no doubting his power, but he didn’t trigger any fear. Not like some of her former partners. Until Nick, she hadn’t understood how a woman would want to possess a man. Now the rage of it was an inferno in her blood.

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