Guest: Louisa Edwards!

You guys! (I realize I’m almost always excited about this but… it’s exciting shit, okay?!) Today we have the darling Louisa Edwards guesting with us! Totally random because she’s so awesome. She’s even traveling, but has worked us in. And she’s hosting a giveaway. So, even if you have no idea who she is, I think you’re getting a clue of the yay, right?!

Quick intro – Louisa Edwards writes hot contemporary romances, with a culinary element. Her current book is part of the Rising Star Chef series, and it just came out this past Tuesday! Ms. Louisa is also the sweetest thing – so show her some love!

I’m writing this post from a hotel room in San Francisco, looking out a rain-spattered window toward the choppy, gray waters of the bay. For someone who lives in Austin, the damp chill of the fog outside makes me want to curl up under a blanket with a mug of hot chocolate and a steamy read!

In case spring hasn’t exactly sprung where you are, either, I’m going to share an exclusive (and very warming!) snippet from my newest release, Hot Under Pressure. This hot moment takes place right in the waters of San Francisco bay, on a clear, moonlit night when our hero returns to the sheltered cove where he first met the heroine more than a decade ago, and finds her swimming in her underwear. Naturally, he goes in after her. And then he…well. See for yourself!


Skye stood there, trembling in the moonlight, the milky paleness of her naked curves glowing like a beacon against the darkness. The sodden scraps of her underwear concealed nothing, clinging to her lovingly. And her expression…

She was broken wide open, like an egg dropped on the floor.

Ferocious need swept through him—the need to touch her, to erase the memories from her eyes, the sadness from her trembling mouth, to take her, to re-stake his claim on her.

Even if it was for the last time.

Beck didn’t want to think about that. He didn’t want to think about anything.

Framing Skye’s soft cheeks between his palms, Beck brought his mouth down to hers.

It was like taking a deep breath of cool air after hours of working in the galley kitchen of a submarine, with no ventilation and no windows and no way out.

He just inhaled her, taking the freshness and sweetness of her into himself and savoring the sugar-lemon taste of her mouth. Skye opened for him on a gasp, her small hands coming up hesitantly to clutch at his waist, and Beck immediately seized the tactical advantage by thrusting his tongue between her pink lips.

She molded her body to his, the soft ripeness of her flesh a perfect contrast to his hard, tensed muscles. Beck swept his hands down the sides of her neck and over her shoulders, curling around to her back to press her even closer.

The chill of her skin was replaced by a warm flush. He thought he could actually feel the hot blood pumping through her veins, pushed through her by the rapid beating of her heart.

He ate at her mouth hungrily, and she met his attack with a ferocious need of her own. Her hands, no longer hesitant, gripped and pressed firmly. She seemed to be trying to touch as much of him as possible without breaking the kiss. Beck approved, and twisted his torso like a cat, trying to give her more skin to play with.

He needed to get closer to her.

They were still standing in knee-deep water, their feet sucked into the marshy Bay floor, making it difficult to maneuver.

Not that Beck was about to let that stop him.

Bending down, he got one arm behind Skye’s knees and plucked her out of the muck. Primal satisfaction filled him as he pulled her in against his chest.

At some point in the last ten years, though, Skye had forgotten everything he’d taught her about being swept off her feet. She gave a little yelp as the world tilted around her, and flailed hard enough that he almost dropped her before getting a firmer grip on her wet limbs.

“Put me down! You’ll throw your back out, Henry, I’m too heavy for this.”

“Chill,” he told her. “The issue is that you’re all slippery at the moment. Other than that?”
He hitched her up easily, until her mouth was in kissing distance again.
Stealing a quick one off her parted lips, he grinned down at her. “Other than that, you’re perfect.”

She melted faster than butter in a hot sauté pan. He could feel the exact moment when she forgot to be afraid of being dropped or worried about her weight as all the tension left her body.

He’d never understood what she was so worried about, anyway. No woman had ever felt better in his arms.

If that little taste of two hot chefs steaming up San Francisco Bay wasn’t enough for you, there’s a longer excerpt from the beginning of the book on my website here.

Or you can just go ahead and read the whole thing, which includes plenty of chef-on-chef action, an interracial bromance, mouthwatering recipes, a romantic subplot between a young rock star and an older French woman, and the most intensely emotional love story I’ve ever written.

Don’t believe me? Answer this question in the comments below for a chance to win a free signed copy of Hot Under Pressure:

What’s the most unusual place you’ve ever kissed someone? (And I’m not talking about the elbow, here. Give me a sexy/funny/exciting setting!)

0 thoughts on “Guest: Louisa Edwards!

  1. caitymack

    At the top of the Empire State Building. It was like one of those dream kisses from the movies, lol.

    That excerpt was just luscious, Louisa, and I can’t wait to read more about these two.

    caity_mack at yahoo dot com

  2. Diane Sallans

    Certainly no place as good as that romantic cove at San Francisco Bay, but as long as it’s with the right person anyplace is special for a kiss – even while doing the dishes!
    sallans d at yahoo dot com

  3. jovialvampyre

    It would have to be at the snow line of Mt. Hood. Hubs and two of our boys climbed up there and I gave hubs a big kiss when he finally caught up to us :).


  4. Mary Kirkland (@scarymary66)

    I kissed hubby on a dare before we started dating. we were playing card games and the 4 of us playing decided to spice things up. So we said who ever wins the game gets to dare someone to do something and if they don’t do it they had to take a shot of whiskey…*I don’t know why I agreed to this since I don’t drink!* lol

    So my best friend knew I liked him and she dared me to kiss him when she won the second hand. I was like, it cool..I slid up to him and he smiled like I wasn’t going to do it…I sat in his lap, worked my fingers through his hair and held his head as I went in for the kiss….and just when he thought I was going to give it to him, I smiled and kiss him on the forehead…LOL And said dare me again later.

    which he did…

  5. Liz

    The most unusual place was when my hubby and I were first dating and he took me to his hometown in NJ and we went to the shore. It was a 50 degree Memorial Day but I insisted on going into the water because I’d never seen the ocean up close. So there, knee deep in ice cold water (no joke) with nary a soul on the beach and frigid salty wind blowing in our faces, he kissed me and it was the best kiss. It was the kiss that told me that he would do anything for me, no matter how ridiculous.

    Louisa, I really liked the excerpt and I enjoy the cooking themed books, I’ve read several but not yours, which sounds great. I’ve been in SF when it was dreary, but it’s still such a spectacular place.

  6. Mary Preston

    On a city bus, with every disapproving Granny looking on. Not unusual, but such a buzz. Such a kiss.

    A fabulous excerpt thank you.

  7. booksaver

    Probably up on the roof with my ex watching the fireworks display on the 4th of July.

    seriousreader at live dot com

  8. louisaedwards

    These stories are giving me ideas for kissing scenes!! So many amazing kisses out there. Thanks, everyone, for the comments! I’m about to get on a plane, but keep them coming. I’m loving them!

  9. iasmindecordoba

    I was in the middle of cooking breakfast. Omelet fixings on the stovetop, vegetables being chopped on the counter, knife in hand, hot pan readied….We didn’t hear the smoke detector going off for longer than I care to admit. Smoke only, for those who’ll worry. No fire.

  10. flchen1

    Hmm… I’m not sure I’ve done any exciting kissing in unusual settings! This seems to me to be something I’d better fix… Naturally having kids makes this a little trickier, since when they’re around, any kisses are met with a chorus of, “Eww! Mommy and Daddy are kissing!” “They’re supposed to do that, dummy!” ;p

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