The strawberry: "Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did." - Dr William Butler, 17th century English writer

It's on her lips.
Emiline’s full rose petal lips were slightly ajar. Goodness, he still remembered what it was like to kiss them, how gentle they were, supple, trembling under his shortly before she’d melt in his arms and arch her body into his. And they tasted like sweet strawberries, seductive, yet innocent.
And in her hair.
Whatever she wore, she looked like an angel, especially now that she had her hair down, her still wet, wild curls that fell down her back. He knew they smelt like strawberries. Small wood strawberries, like the ones he gathered when he was a boy back home.
And it can be your scent too when you submit a picture of the Hot Cover Guy to the Facebook Fan Page.
What about you? What's you favorite Scent? Do you like when scents are mentioned in a romance?
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