It is my pleasure to welcome USA Today bestselling author Mira Lyn Kelly to The Sassy Bookster as she talks a bit about Ava and Sam and shares one of her favorite scenes from her new book, TOUCH & GO, which was released on February 17th, 2015. Welcome, Ms. Kelly!
Hey Sassy Bookster, thanks so much for having me over and participating in my blog tour for TOUCH & GO (Dare to Love #2) which just released February 17th—Yay!! Okay, so TOUCH AND GO is a Friends-to-Lovers story about Ava Meyers and Sam Farrow who have basically been BFFs since they were seven and eight years old. Sam thinks their relationship is just about perfect and wouldn’t change a thing. Ava’s the only woman in his life—make that the only person—he trusts completely. She’s the constant he can’t imagine living without. And she’s one of the very few available women in Chicago he absolutely knows better than to put a move on.
Well, Ava’s been in love with Sam since the very first day she met him—not that she’d ever risk what they have by letting on. At least not until the night Sam steps in to help her shake some unwanted attention and ends up laying a kiss on her that leaves them both wondering if things can ever be the same…
Ava was giving it her college best, really she was, but there was no stopping the freak-out in progress.
Sam was kissing her.
His lips were on hers in a soft press that, based on its closed-mouth properties alone, should have been benign. But this was Sam. And he was in strict violation of a no-fly zone their friendship never breached. Sure, she and Sam were touchy-feely friends of the highest order. He always had an arm around her. Her legs draped over his. Something. She was a cuddler, so contact in and of itself was no big thing. But there were lines friends didn’t cross. Lines that started above the knee and ended bellow the belly button. Panty lines. Bust lines. And most importantly, lip lines. Which meant the intimacy of that taboo contact, even as chaste as it was—well, it was crossing wires Ava had spent twenty years trying to keep straight.
So the freak-out?
Yeah, it was on.
Because now how was she supposed to look at Sam’s hands without thinking of them warm at the sides of her face as he lowered his mouth to hers? How was she going to look into his eyes without seeing that last instant when they dropped to her lips? And how the heck was she supposed to look at that gorgeous, easy smile of his and hide the fact that after twenty years of wondering what his kiss would taste like, she wished the only one they were likely to share through the course of their entire lives had lasted just a little longer, gone a bit deeper, been a smidge more real?
Seriously, I loved writing Sam & Ava’s story, and hope you’ll give these two a read 🙂
“Jesus Ava, that blush is going to be the end of me. I shouldn’t be able to make you do it. I shouldn’t know I can.” ~Sam (TOUCH & GO)
Thanks for sharing with us. Readers, I am also sharing an exclusive excerpt from TOUCH & GO and a giveaway hosted by Loveswept for a $25 eGift Card of Winner’s Choice Bookseller and Loveswept Mug, so enjoy the excerpt and make sure you enter for a chance to win! You can also read more excerpts and reviews by following the tour (click on banner for offical tour page) and don’t forget to pick up a copy of TOUCH & GO from your favorite retailer!
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Turning back to Steven, she sighed in that dreamy way girls had that always seemed to get a guy thinking about the bedroom. And sham or not, it was weird having Ava make that kind of noise over him. Or even the pretend him who was doing all sorts of things the real him wouldn’t ever do.
Wouldn’t want to do.
Not with Ava, who this ass was watching like he wasn’t sure he believed what they were saying.
“Wow, a month already?” Steven commented, adjusting his shirtsleeves. “Ava, I’m surprised you didn’t tell me.”
What surprised Sam was this guy thinking she would.
Within the circle of his arms, Ava’s narrow shoulders shrugged. “It was new and I was nervous. But now . . .” she said, following with another one of those breathy sighs that was causing a strange reaction deep in Sam’s gut, something that might have made him uncomfortable except this was Ava, and with her he had nothing to worry about. “It’s been amazing. Better than. Isn’t that right, Nibblet?”
Sam nodded his agreement, putting his all into this love-struck farce.
When this was over, Ava was going to owe him so big.
When this was over, Sam was a dead man.
Okay, when the mixer was over and Ava had recovered from the hangover she was sure to have thanks to her current frequent flier status at the south bar, where Micky made a wicked good vodka tonic—her acknowledged crutch for muscling through the night.
“Sam, so help me, if you don’t stop, you’re going to be sorry.”
“Sorry how, Buttercup?” he asked, voice low, that knowing grin firm on his face as he slid his thick fingers in and out between her own. And as if the genuine physical response rearing its ugly head wasn’t the dead last thing she needed while she was faking a love affair with her lifelong best friend. But the way he was weaving their hands together one way, then slowly, faux-unconsciously weaving them back another . . . The subtle friction against skin that rarely got any was sending signals to all the wrong places.
Something Sam seemed to have figured out at the first betraying gasp she’d tried to mask with a cough—because he hadn’t let up since.
“Sorry, like turnabout is fair play, Jelly Bean,” she replied with a coy turn of her head, double-checking that no one was headed over to the otherwise empty table they were occupying. Probably better to skip the witnesses when Sam started backpedaling as fast as he could. Which Ava expected to happen anytime now.
Sam’s grin looked a little stiff there for a second, but then it stretched to lethal proportions, reminding Ava why this particular game might not be the smartest one to play. Despite their years of friendship, she wasn’t exactly immune to the guy’s charms.