Kiss Me by Moonlight
Hey there. It’s Lacey again. Falling in love and landing Dylan hasn’t been the panacea I thought it would be. For starters, he moved into my apartment without asking, and he continues to have no respect for my need to have things in sets of six. Pile that on top of my emotional upheaval after losing my stepfather, and you have a recipe for disaster no amount of German chocolate cake can cure.
Yes, Lacey Hallem’s life remains fraught with challenge, but you know she’s a fighter. Forming a talent management agency with her best friends has been the best career move she’s ever made—even if it’s the only thing currently working according to plan. Lacey’s OCD is getting the better of her, and this time her hands aren’t the only casualty. When her lies ruin her relationships with both Kiss Me Goodnight and Dylan, she’s forced to confront her demons in ways she’s never had to before. As she once again faces her past, can she learn once and for all to let love and friendship through the barriers she’s built?
Both harrowing and hilarious, this conclusion to the tale of Lacey and Dylan will leave you laughing, crying, and fanning yourself—sometimes all at once. Michele Zurlo triumphs again in this moving story about life’s quirks and what we all have to do to get by.
Praise for Kiss Me by Moonlight:
“The relationship between Lacey and Dylan was battered and bruised throughout the story but ultimately became stronger because of their issues and confrontations. Lacey’s journey was realistically and heartbreakingly portrayed… Dylan was sweet and sexy and every girl’s dream boyfriend. From start to finish this was an engaging story that kept me fully immersed in Lacey’s struggle and those looking for an intensely emotional read with a flawed yet genuine heroine will find this exactly what they’re looking for!” –Words of Wisdom from the Scarf Princess
Snaking one arm out, he caught me around the waist before I could escape down the hall. I thought my body language was quite clear about not wanting to take on that topic, but Dylan must have been firmly in man-look territory. Either that or his family counselor tendencies kicked in—he’d recently left his job as a therapist to pursue music full time—and he wasn’t going to let me engage in avoidance behavior.
“Lacey, look at me.”
“Dylan, we need to get ready to go, and you can’t find your shoes.” I arched a superior brow at him, challenging him to make us late.
He crowded me against the wall. Though he didn’t touch me, his magnetism held me in place. “You’re not even dressed.”
In point of fact, I wore only a towel, and it chose that moment to unravel and drop away. Dylan’s gaze followed the path of newly exposed flesh. When he lifted it back to look in my eyes, the teal shade had darkened, and I knew we were going to be late.
I pushed at his chest. “Dylan, we don’t have time. Let me find your shoes.”
“Fuck the shoes.” His lips closed over mine, a sudden and insistent attack that I’d never been able to resist. I was transported to that place where my thoughts drop away, and I could only feel. I liked that place quite a bit, and he knew exactly how his kisses put me in a tailspin.
His hands roamed my still-damp skin, brushing fires that shot straight to my core. When his mouth broke away, I gasped for air. He kissed a path down my neck, sucking so hard I knew I was going to have a love bruise. I didn’t care. I was too busy trying to keep my weakened knees from collapsing while the maelstrom of hormones he set loose inside my body ran riot.
Author Bio: I’m Michele Zurlo, author of the Doms of the FBI series and many other stories. I write contemporary and paranormal, BDSM and mainstream—whatever it takes to give my characters the happy endings they deserve.
I’m not half as interesting as my characters. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. I ended up teaching middle school, so that fulfilled part of my dream. Some words of wisdom from an inspiring lady had me tapping out stories on my first laptop, so in the evenings, romantic tales flow from my fingertips.
I’m pretty impulsive when it comes to big decisions, especially when it’s something I’ve never done before. Writing is just one in a long line of impulsive decisions that turned out to showcase my great instincts. Find out more at http://www.michelezurloauthor.com or @MZurloAuthor.