Now Is Our Time - new release

★★RELEASE DAY EVENT★★

Now is our Time by Jo Kessel

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date:  September 12, 2014

Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions (http://bookenthusiastpromotions.com) 

Buy Links:

Amazon US:  http://amzn.to/1pbEce3 

Amazon UK:  http://amzn.to/1tBVftp 

Giveaway:

Signed Paperback & ebooks

Enter here ➜ ➜  http://bit.ly/1t5QpEs 

Add the book to Goodreads ➜ http://bit.ly/1BeHBB4 

Synopsis:

A story of second chance love set between London and San Diego.

Thirteen years ago Jonah Kennedy was one of America’s top tennis players, whose six-foot-three bad-boy California looks won him hordes of female admirers.

Thirteen years ago Claire Jackson, a fiery, aspiring artist from London, was the woman who stole his heart.

But the two held a secret which tore them apart and sent Claire running back to England.

They tried to move on. Claire married, had a child and became a successful TV personality. Jonah married, had a child and settled for life on the road.

Thirteen years later and both divorced, their paths cross again. Their attraction is even deeper - they feel destined to be together. Claire’s jealous ex, however, has other plans.

Can Claire and Jonah hold on to their second chance at love or will their past secret haunt them for ever? After all, thirteen is only lucky for some....

Meet the Author:

Jo qualified as a lawyer before moving into journalism, working for the BBC and reporting and presenting for ITV on holiday, consumer and current affairs programs. She writes for several national UK newspapers including the Daily Mail, the Telegraph, the Guardian and the Express and was the anonymous author of the Independent's hit column: Diary of a Primary School Mum. Now is our Time is her third novel.

Social Links: 

http://www.jokessel.com/ 

https://www.facebook.com/kesseljo 

https://twitter.com/jo_kessel 

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7173167.Jo_Kessel 

Excerpt:

Jonah’s back was to her and she took the opportunity to observe him for a couple of minutes transfixed, watching his muscular arms at work, picking up the tongs and turning the chicken thighs and burgers over. She’d always loved every glorious inch of his body, warts, scars and all, but if she had to choose her favourite part, it would be his strong, sportsman’s arms. She could feel her breath quicken. She wanted to touch them. She needed to touch them. She tiptoed barefoot towards him and caught him unawares, pinning her stomach against his back as she ran her hands up and down his triceps. Half a minute later he spun round to face her and they stilled, their foreheads touching as the tips of their noses performed a languorous Eskimo kiss.

 

“Do you know what?” he said, his forehead still glued to hers. 

 

“What?”

 

“If it’s possible, I think you’re more beautiful now than you were when I last knew you.”

 

“Rubbish.”

 

“It’s not ‘rubbish’,” he mocked her accent, wearing a playful smirk on his face. “It’s the truth. I think thirty-seven must be the perfect age for a woman. You’re coming into your sexual and physical peak.”

 

He trailed his hands to the hem of her black vest t-shirt and wormed his way underneath, stroking her bare back before teasingly slipping his hands towards her front, tickling the sides of her waist as his fingers continued on a northbound trajectory, lightly grazing her breasts. Claire’s breath hitched.

 

“Do you have any idea what you do to me? What you’ve always done to me?” Jonah asked.

 

Claire shook her head, but really she did have a very good idea. And if she could have taken her mind off his travelling fingers she might have found the courage to admit that he made her feel as nobody else had done and how her body ached for him. She floated her hands from his biceps to the back of his neck and pulled his mouth urgently to hers, whimpering as he parted her lips with his tongue, her whole body tingling with desire.

 

“If we wait a bit longer,” Jonah whispered with their mouths still meshed, “it will be even more sensational.”

 

Claire was pretty sure he wasn’t talking about the chicken. She nodded in agreement, pulling away with a smile.

 

“I think we should eat then,” she suggested.