“We got so busy living life that we forgot to live our dreams.”
Danni Lewis has been playing it safe for twenty-six years, but her sheltered existence is making her feel old ahead of time. When a sudden death plunges her into a spiral of grief, she throws caution to the wind and runs away to France in search of a new beginning.
The moment ski instructor Olivier du Pape enters her shattered world she falls hard, in more ways than one.
Their mutual desire is as powerful and seductive as the mountains around them. His dark gypsy looks and piercing blue eyes are irresistible.
Only she must resist, because he has a wife – and she’d made a pact to never get involved with a married man.
But how do you choose between keeping your word and being true to your soul?
Weak at the Knees is Jo’s debut novel in the new adult, contemporary romance genre – a story about love, loss and relationships, set between London and the heart of the French Alps.
I leaned over, intending to air brush his cheeks with
mine, but it didn’t quite happen that way. A stronger, more
powerful force than my conscience, a force more powerful than
morality, changed my path of navigation at the last second,
making my lips meet his, melt deliciously into his, over and
over and over again, sending shivers of pleasure through every
limb in my body. My skin tingled, my head spun, I felt light-
headed even though I was sitting down.
That’s all we did for over an hour. Kiss and kiss and kiss,
tasting each other, pressing our bodies close and steaming up
the car. I didn’t want it to ever stop. I never realized that
kissing could be so sensual and powerful and overwhelming. If
Olivier and I were to never progress beyond kissing, then it
would be enough, as long as I could keep on doing it forever.
Finally, when he had to go, he hugged me tight and told me
he’d wanted to kiss me since the first time we met, when I lay
crashed in a snowy heap at his feet.
P.S Jo’s pretty certain one of her daughters has inherited this gene.