RELEASE BLITZ WITH EXCERPT: Heart of Gold by Amie Knight
HEART OF GOLD, a friends-to-lovers college romance from Amie Knight, is available now!
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How do you tell your best friend in the world that you’re in love with them?
I was eight the first time I saw her.
Ramsay Katherine Walker.
She was the prettiest girl I’d ever seen.
But eight-year-old Ramsay had nothing on grown-up Ramsay.
And now that we were in college, I was finding it harder and harder to hide my feelings.
But how do you tell your best friend in the world that you’re in love with them?
If you’re me, you don’t.
But with college guys pawing at my girl, I know I can’t wait any longer.
I can only hope she feels the same way.
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EXCERPT:
“I can’t believe that half-dead vampire-werewolf woman gave you her necklace.” I laughed, pulling on the skull around her neck. We’d just gotten in the car after our jaunt through hell itself. Most of the cars had cleared out already since Ramsay had taken her time getting to know every person that scared the shit out of me.
She giggled sweetly. “I can’t believe how you screamed like a little girl the whole time we were in there. It was embarrassing as hell.”
I rolled my eyes. “Sure you can. You’re not surprised in the least. Besides, what happened to you protecting me?”
She laughed loudly this time. “You’re right. I knew you were going to practically piss your pants as soon as I saw the place. You didn’t let me down. It was even better than I expected.”
“Brat.” I booped her on the nose, noticing a little caramel stuck to the corner of her mouth from the candy apples we’d had after the haunted house.
And then I couldn’t notice anything else.
I zeroed in on it, my thumb moving to the sticky sweetness right there, my eyes following my thumb.
I always wiped it with my finger. “You have a little something,” I started, leaning closer.
I wanted to taste it.
I wanted to taste her.
In fact, there wasn’t a time that I couldn’t remember when I didn’t.
I could hear the whoosh of my own breath in my ears, the pounding of my heart in my chest. It was time. It was past fucking time.
The smile fell from her face slowly. She stared at me, wide-eyed, her breath coming fast, her lips slightly parted and I knew I had to take my shot. It was now or never.
Still, I leaned in slow. More than anything I didn’t want to scare her. I prayed she wanted this like I did, and God, I wanted it more than anything.
I inched forward until my forehead rested against hers, the tips of our noses brushing. My eyes squeezed closed, her sweet apple breath mingling with mine.
I didn’t know if this was heaven or hell. I’d never wanted anything as much as this. Just being this close to her felt so good it was almost painful.
I tipped my chin forward until my lips rested right at the side of her mouth.
She sucked in a sharp breath that made me pause. “Is this okay?” I whispered, my lips practically to hers, my head feeling like it was somewhere in the stars.
She barely had time to give me a small “Uh uh,” before my lips were right there, pressing at the corner of her mouth.
I stayed like that. My lips right at the seam of hers and sucked in a long breath, smelling all that was her, somehow trying to engrain this moment into my memory.
I wanted to remember this night tomorrow, and the next day and two years from now and then eventually when I was ninety-five years old. I didn’t want to forget a moment. Not the smell of freshly laundered sheets that was Ramsay.
Not the way her eyes were closed tightly or how she kept her hands pinned in her lap like she was afraid to use them.
I wanted to remember the first touch of my lips to hers for always. I wanted to go slow.
Unfortunately, my dick had other plans. It wanted more than a close-mouthed kiss in an old rinky-dink car in a field in the country.
And because I couldn’t help it and my dick demanded, I pulled back a little but only enough to open my mouth a little and suck. I gave a slow lick and caramel, sweet and salty, hit my tongue, but I hardly cared for the taste. It was her I craved.
One small kiss and I was already addicted. I moved my lips over hers, trying to take it slow. For fuck’s sake, I knew it was her first time.
So I coaxed her. I nibbled, I rubbed. I pressed tiny pecks across her cupid’s bow and right in the center of her plump bottom lip.
And just when I thought I should pull back and call it a night, she let out a tiny moan and those small hands that were in her lap were in my hair.
About Amie Knight:
Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma’s books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn’t reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to ’90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can’t imagine living anywhere other than the South.
