Special Guest: Lea Bronsen

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I got the idea for this story after watching a video of French “globe cooker” Fred Chesneau visiting nomads in the Moroccan desert. They generously shared their food, home, and wisdom with a stranger, and I thought it would be cool to write about a female rally driver having the same experience.

 

A Thorned Rose in the Sand is set in the beautiful, quiet dunes of western Sahara where the sun is so hot you can’t walk barefooted and you could go miles and miles without seeing a single soul. In this story, you’ll meet a badass 450cc rally motorcycle, an opiniated but gentle dromedary, and two highly strong-willed young persons from opposite sides of the planet who get off to a bad start then can’t keep their hands off each other 😊

 

BLURB: 

 

When life in a big U.S. city becomes too much, Stevie Jones decides to live her wildest dream – compete against the tough guys in a motorcycle rally across Morocco. But the real excitement is found away from the race track, in the shifting sands of the desert.

 

After his studies in London, Ragab has returned to the nomadic lifestyle of his Bedouin family and the majestic silence of the Sahara. He dreams of the perfect wife, until a beautiful but feisty biker stuck in a sand dune turns his quiet world upside down.

 

 

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Excerpt

 

The girl screamed behind him. “Eeeeee!”

Too hard to resist. Until now, Ragab had had a difficult time respecting her privacy, but surely, a scream called for attention. What kind of a gentleman would he be if he didn’t check on a woman in distress?

He spun and found her kneeling on her jacket, nude and wet, arms outstretched in shock. He bit down a laugh. Yes, the deep well water was cold, but one got used to it, and in the extreme heat of the desert, it was a blessing.

She turned, caught him staring, and even though he couldn’t see anything inappropriate, she hurried to cover her breasts and pubic area. “Look away!” she shouted, voice panicky.

The laugh bubbled inside him, but he obediently turned back to the motorcycle—then stood in such a way he could see her reflection in one of the side mirrors.

Oh, it was like watching a porn scene. Her long, red curls hung wild over her back and round, white butt cheeks. Every time she moved, a portion of her breasts appeared in the space between her ribs and arms. Such perfect feminine curves, all over. Imagine if he saw the front…

Blood rushed to his groin. Stiffening, bothered, he tore from the sight, walked over to the well, and leaned against its waist-high wall, hoping the hardness of the bricks and coolness from the water below would temper his arousal before it became a full-blown erection.

So silent…

He strained to hear.

Splashes. Muffled squeals. More splashes.

He turned slowly and stole a glance from the corner of his eye.

She washed her panties and black top in the bucket and leaned forward to spread them in the sun. Her position exposed the dark pink lips of her sex, from the tiny hole in her butt to the end of her slit, where her clitoris hid.

Ooh!

Shocked to his core, he turned back and groaned low, his cock hardening again.

He closed his eyes, drew long, slow breaths to calm the painful throbbing and counted minutes, trying to think of something else.

His dromedary, for example. It would be cool to show her how to ride it. What if he rode another one, and they both galloped on the dunes together, she laughing, ecstatic…

Then they’d roll in the sand, and he would tease her thighs apart and slide his hungry hardness into her dark pink lips, to the wet bottom of her. Oh, yes.

She called, “Ready?”

He risked a glance in her direction.

Wearing one of his sisters’ dresses and looking divine with her red curls floating behind her—and her face white and clean—she strolled to the motorcycle, carrying a bag and her clothes. She stuffed everything on top of the fuel tanks, got up, lifted the dress to her knees, and started the motor.

Not once looking at him.

 

 

About the Author

 Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and dark erotic romance.

 

 

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Special Guest: Lynn Burke

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Fallen Gliders #1
by Lynn Burke
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Art Work: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Keywords: MC, Erotic, Contemporary, May/December

*Be warned: Spanking, anal sex

 

 

BLURB:

Dominic “Nicky” Landon has been a Sargent at Arms for the Fallen Gliders for thirty years. When he finds out his only sister overdoses on drugs dealt by his brothers, he hands in his colors and severs ties to the club and vicious lifestyle forever.

Mel Hughson owns the only bar in hicksville, no-mans-land, New Hampshire. She’s content with her single life, but the cold, spring night Nicky Landon’s Harley rolls into town ignites her desire. The fact he’s got at least twenty years on her doesn’t mean jack to Mel. He’s hot, he’s dangerous, and whether he knows it or not, he belongs to her.

Can Mel tempt Nicky to ignore their age gap and surrender to her, or will the secrets from his perilous past rise up to destroy everything?

 

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EXCERPT

We knocked the liquor back, and our gazes met as we set the glasses on the bar.

“How old are you?” Nicky asked, his attention snagging on my lips.

“Twenty-eight.”

He scrubbed a hand over the beard lining his jaw while looking away. “So damn young.”

“Not too young.” Gauntlet thrown, I waited for his attention to return to my face. Eyes full of lust, a leashed animal that ought to scare the shit out of me but didn’t.

“I’m no good.”

I cocked my head and slid my gaze down over him, not missing the hard length straining against his leathers. “Look pretty damn good to me.”

His low groan rushed need through me again, and I knew I’d leave a wet spot on the stool once I got up. “You’re messing with fire, little girl.”

Heat flushed through me. “I enjoy flames now and then.” My breath caught at the hunger on his face, parting my lips.

“Fuck it.” He grasped my chin in his warm palm. “I’ll give you what you want, little girl, but don’t go crying to your mommy in the morning because a big bad wolf left his mark on you.”

Oh, God. I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together. Older men were so the shit.

He captured my lips, but without the brute force I’d expected. Hunger, yes, but the full softness of his lips pressed against mine, taking and tasting, his tongue probing, whiskers brushing my skin. I parted my lips and moaned as he sank his tongue into my mouth, fucking every hidden corner, filling me with the taste of whiskey and pure male. My skin pebbled, pulse thrummed.

“Goddamn.” Nicky stood and yanked me off the stool. Virile, pure hardness and muscle beneath the leather hiding his skin from my grasping hands. His fingers fisted in my long hair, tangling and yanking my head to the side, the other grabbing my ass and hauling me against his huge cock.

He crouched down slightly and pulled me up. My legs wrapped around him as though having a mind of their own—even though I had been thinking about getting him between my legs all night long.

His beard brushed along my neck as he breathed me in and licked from my collarbone to my ear. “You smell like a fucking spring day. Innocent.”

“I’m h-hardly an innocent,” I gasped as he bit my earlobe and ground his cock against my sopping jeans.

“Thank God, because I want to be balls deep inside of you. Now.”

He thrust, and I moaned, my fingers grasping at his t-shirt. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered harshly in my ear.

“No way in hell.”

With a growl, he squeezed my ass to the point of pain. “I haven’t wanted a woman like this in a long fucking time.”

“So take what you want.”

“Goddamn.” He rested his forehead on mine. “Right here?”

I slithered a hand between us to grasp the hardness inside his leathers. “Right now.”

“Fuck.” Like my five-foot-six frame and thirty extra pounds meant nothing, he spun me around. “Hands on the bar.”

I did as told, bending at the waist and putting my ass on display with a little wiggle.

“Don’t move,” he said while peeling off his leather jacket.

My legs trembled, and I turned my head to watch as he moved to the front door and flicked off the lights. The streetlight half a block away barely cut through the storm, but the flash of lightning lit Nicky up as he stalked back toward me, shedding his t-shirt.

Broad shoulders … another flash filled my eyes with tanned skin stretched tight over massive pecs and abs a twenty-year-old guy would kill for.

I licked my lips, hoping for another flash of light, but Nicky palmed my waist and leaned over my back, his cock pressed against my ass, the heat of his skin searing me through my shirt.

My eyelids fluttered shut as he wrapped his fingers around my hair again and tilted my head back. “Last chance, Mel.” His rumbling voice and hot breath against my ear brought a moan past my lips.

“Take me,” I managed to whisper and licked my dry lips. “Please.”

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Special Guest: LM Spangler

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BLURB:

She’s smoking hot … and his ex-partner’s ex-wife.

Ridley Asher found herself unemployed. Jack Sterling needed an administrative assistant. No brainer, right?

Ridley became Sterling Motor’s administrative assistant—and the object of Jack’s desire. He had no idea the attraction was mutual. After an indecent involving her ex-husband, they grow closer, both mentally and physically.

Little do they know, her ex has no intentions of letting her go. Can they explore a life together even though she once belonged to someone else?

 

EXCERPT:

“Thanks, Jack. I know this might be awkward for you,” Ridley Asher said. “You never hung around us much.”

 

She had no idea. Jack’s libido went into overdrive every time he’d see her. Even in the presence of Dean Asher. Ridley was temptation with a capital T. Curvaceous, stunning, exotic. A man’s fantasy.

 

And his ex-partner’s ex-wife.

 

“It’s no big deal, Ridley. You need a job and Sterling Motors needs an administrative assistant. You win, and I definitely win. I’m organized when it comes to restoring cars, but I can’t organize this business to save my life.” He’d just walk around the shop with a raging woody for eight or so hours a day.

 

“Umm. Wha-what about Dean?” Her ocean-blue eyes searched Jack’s. A frown turned her full lips downward.

 

Her response bothered him. Ridley deserved to smile. “Dean doesn’t play into this. This is purely a business decision. You have the skill set I need and you understand the restoration process. You literally know the nuts and bolts of a job.” He leaned back in his beat-up leather desk chair, elbows on the arms, and steepled his fingers. “I will let Dean know I hired you. Just to avoid any surprises.”

 

She nodded. “Fair enough,” she admitted, wringing her fingers. “I hope I don’t put you in a bad situation, but I appreciate you hiring me. I can’t believe the firm closed down. We were in the green every quarter I worked there.”

 

“I’m not sure, but their loss is my gain.” He rose from his chair, reaching his full height of six-feet-two. He leaned his head from side to side, cracking the vertebrae in his neck. “I know this is spur of the moment, but can you start today? You’re already here.”

 

“I could, but I have Dozer with me.”

 

A brow rose. “Dozer?” A large piece of construction equipment popped into his mind.

 

A soft smile graced her face, adding alluring beauty to an already exquisite face. “My very large yellow Labrador retriever.”

 

He gave a mental eye roll. Dean had mentioned that she couldn’t find a man so she’d gotten a dog instead. Jack seriously doubted she had trouble finding men. His mechanics and metal workers stopped whatever they were doing and watched her walk to Jack’s office. A magnet had nothing on her.

 

“He’s welcome here. Three of my men bring their dogs with them. My only rule is they have to wear a fire retardant vest when they are around sparks or blow torches.”

 

“Again, fair enough.” She rose from the chair opposite Jack’s desk and maneuvered around the beat-up metal piece of furniture. She laid her hand on his arm and stood on her tiptoes. “Thank you, Jack. I’m glad Denny gave me the heads up on the job.” Her lips brushed his ever so softly, probably not to entice, but to show her gratitude.

 

Every nerve ending in Jack Sterling’s body roared to life. She returned to her chair and leaned over to pick up her purse. Her jeans hugged her heart-shaped bottom to perfection. Erotic pictures filled his mind. The most prevalent being him burying himself deep inside her. Again and again and again.

 

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Special Guest: Lynn Burke

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First Time
Elite Escorts #3
Cover by: Jay Aheer
 Keywords: Erotic, Romance, Contemporary, BDSM, Suspense

*Warning: physical and verbal abuse triggers, bondage
Daniel Cooney loves to tie women up and is nicely compensated for his services as an Elite escort. He’s no sadist, however, but a gentle dominant who longs for a woman of his own, one who won’t be intimidated by his size and ropes.Becky Eaton bends over backwards to help her boyfriend work through his mental problems, but her submissive nature enables his sick desires to turn vicious. His plans to exploit her for his pleasure backfires … Becky experiences desire—and a climax—for the first time beneath another man’s command. Master Cooney’s tender touch awakens her in ways she never expected.


Beaten and broken, Becky
s tattered heart yearns for what could be, and while Daniel’s strength proves a pillar of support, she must find the courage within to escape a murderous monster—before it’s too late.

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EXCERPT:
*Warning: Verbal and emotional abuse triggers

I entered the lounge to find the dimmed area already packed. Every stool at the bar along the right was taken, and the groupings of chairs and couches scattered around the room held parties in full-on fun mode.

Naked flesh. Blowjobs. The sounds of asses being tanned—and fucked—filtered through the soft music drifting down from overhead. 

One new couple caught my attention. Arrogance oozed from the wiry Dom as he stared at a woman getting her ass handed to her. His unimpressive hard-on ridged the front of his leather pants. A single rose tattoo inked his arm. 

The voluptuous, dark-haired woman on the leash behind him … wide hips, thick thighs that would be gorgeous wrapped in rope, huge bare breasts with large, soft nipples. 

Not an exhibitionist or voyeur…  

She didn’t follow her Sir meekly as he walked around. She cowered behind him. 

An insecure and co-dependent, with a Dom who took advantage of her quiet nature, my gut told me, sending a tingle of anger down my spine. I stepped off to the side and watched as he led her around the room. They drew near, and I forced myself to keep my gaze on her rather than the prick leading her around like a dog.

“How about this?” the wiry man chuckled, drawing her forward to the ménage scene on the couch to my left. “Double penetration. Two cocks shoved so far up your dry cunt you can’t remember your name?” He laughed again, and the woman trembled, her hands sneaking down to cover the thatch of black hair hiding her pussy.

My fist itched to break Wiry’s nose, the first hint of violence I’d felt in years.

“Well?” Wiry asked, yanking on her lead rope when she didn’t answer. “Does this turn that frigid, fat body of yours on?”

“N-no, Sir.”

“Goddamnit, Becky.” Wiry strode off, pulling her behind him. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
Tearing my gaze off her swaying, lush ass, I swore. Striding across the lounge didn’t lessen my anger, and I continued on with my cussing through the guarded door leading to the private rooms and down the carpeted hall. I wasn’t prone to violence, but if those two were taking the bondage class, I was in deep shit.

“Not my monkey, not my circus,” I muttered while pushing open the door to the private room Chantelle had set up for classes. “Don’t get involved.”

Adrenaline laced my bloodstream, but my hands held steady while rifling through the supplies of silk and hemp rope that had been laid out. A few basic knots, I thought, trying to focus on the task ahead of me. I pulled a chair onto the stage, positioning it on a side angle from where my small audience would sit. 

Ask for a volunteer, Chantelle had said. I snorted. I highly doubted I’d get away without having to talk someone into sitting on the chair while their spouse or partner watched. 

“Hopefully, one of the new Doms won’t mind sharing for an hour,” I muttered to myself.
Or, my conscious whispered, maybe Wiry and Becky will be in the class, and you can ask her to join you on stage. Show her what a real Dom is like.

I shook my head. 

Not. Getting. Involved.


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About Lynn Burke

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Special Guest: Lynn Burke

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Second Go-Round

Elite Escorts #2

Contemporary Erotic Romance, Suspense

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Art: Jay Aheer/Simply Defined Art

 

Blurb:

Christine Gemberling doesn’t enjoy breaking hearts, but she has yet to find a man who knows how to handle the package between his legs well enough to satisfy her needs. No man has held her interest beyond a second date—much less her love. Until one sultry night with an Elite Escort rocks her world like never before.

Professional escort Jarod Zimmerman has a strict code when working with clients—no emotional attachments. But the beer-drinking, football loving Christine and her curves push beyond his control, until the guarded playboy finds himself craving another go-round with the only woman intriguing enough to make him break his own code.

With her defenses stronger than his favorite football team, it will take more than Jarod’s talents in bed to change her stance on relationships. He’ll have to sacrifice his heart when the unexpected circumstance thrown their way threatens to rip them apart forever.

 

*Warning: Exhibition, spanking, anal sex, sex toys

 

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Excerpt:

Jarod lowered onto the limo seat beside me and pressed close, his large hand grasping the top of my thigh.

“Where to?” Ricky asked as he settled behind the wheel a moment later.

I spouted off my address quite a ways up Route 1, and with a nod, he shut the window between us, encasing Jarod and I in complete privacy. Soft music came to life, and seconds later, the limo pulled out into Boston’s nighttime traffic.

“For the first go-round, I’m going to fuck you against the front door of your house, but right now,” Jarod said, lowering to his knees in front of me, “I’m going to bury my nose between these thighs and lick your cunt until you squirm.”

“I like the way you think,” I said, my voice breathless, betraying my body’s need.

His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt into a bunch. I wiggled, assisting in his plan, and he yanked me to the seat’s edge.

“Comfy?” he asked, trailing a fingertip against the soaked silk covering me.

“Comfy enough.”

Jarod hooked his fingers under the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs, releasing my heeled feet one at a time. He tossed the panties aside, and grasping my knees, spread me wide.

“Bare.” He stared at the smooth skin between my thighs as he moved close. “I like that.” Palming my ass, he lifted me and buried his face in my pussy as promised, my moan and his groan colliding in the air between us.

My eyelids fluttered shut and head tipped back as he ate me out like a starving man. Tongue, nose, and teeth, he didn’t pussyfoot around, but tortured me with his need to taste every inch, fuck me deep with his long tongue, nibble my swollen lips … flick and suck my throbbing clit.

My fingers found purchase in his hair, and I ground myself against his face, chasing my orgasm. Bastard let off and dipped low to lick my ass and tongue me every time I neared the crest. I tried to force his head back up to my clit, but he held steady, denying me what I wanted.

“Goddamn it, Jarod!” I yanked on his hair as my clit popped from his mouth’s suction again and he roamed southward to my ass.

He snickered and caught my gaze as his tongue rimmed my puckered hole.

My hold tightened on his hair, my heart thundered in my chest. “Please. I need to come.”

Finally—finally—he pressed two fingers deep into my sopping wet core. “Is this what you need, Christine? My fingers fucking your cunt and my mouth on your clit?”

“Oh, fuck.” My head tipped back again as he latched onto my clit. “Don’t stop. Please … Christ, don’t stop!” You’d think I hadn’t climaxed in months the way my orgasm ripped through me.

Jarod’s fingers and tongue drew out every clench of my pussy, every shudder rippling down through me as I gasped for breath. He lapped up every trace of my cum and sucked his fingers clean, the noises in his throat barely reaching through the ringing in my ears.

I sagged into the leather seat, sucking wind. “Holy shit. It’s no wonder you get paid to please a woman.”

 

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Saturday Backlist Spotlight: An Island Christmas

Happy Saturday! In the spotlight this week is An Island Christmas 🙂

Story Tidbit: this is the first and, to date, only non-paranormal story I’ve written. It’s also one of my favorites  ❤

AMAZON ~ BARNES AND NOBLE ~ KOBO

 

BLURB:

After Blue Malone and her best friend are forced to cancel their Christmas vacation plans, their boss offers them the keys to his private island home in the Caribbean. The island home is gorgeous, and Blue can’t wait to relax and explore the lush surroundings.

Though, they are not alone on the island. Constant Abbett, the son of her boss, is a part-time resident of the island and is currently there on break from work. Blue has been attracted to him for years, since they met seven years ago, but she’s never voiced that attraction, for fear of him not wanting her back. She doesn’t want to ruin a great friendship. But with him so close, and the attraction to him growing by the minute as they spend time together, Blue knows she can’t hold her feelings back. She can only hope he feels the same way.

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EXCERPT:

She was covered in water and mud. Any bare skin was barely visible beneath it, even her face had muddy streaks from when they rode across the beach at the other end of the island. And Blue couldn’t have been happier about it.

The island was roughly two miles long. They rode around twice, stopping in a few spots to enjoy the view or swim, before returning to the house.

“I’m headed to the shower!” Sherilyn announced as she practically bounced off the four wheeler. It was now parked in the wooden shed, the front of which was open and facing the ocean. She looked to Constant. “Thanks, by the way. That was wicked fun.”

“You’re welcome.” Constant laughed.

With Sherilyn jogging back to the house, Blue got off her four wheeler and smiled at Constant. “It really was fun, Con. Great way to start the day.”

He walked to stand beside her. “Glad you had a good time.”

Taking his shirt off, he turned it inside out and gently wiped the side of her face, next to her left eye, where she could not only feel the mud streak but the slight blur it created when her eyes moved to the left.

“Thanks,” she said, almost shyly.

He stepped closer, so their bodies were lightly touching. The need to press closer was too much to deny. She leaned into him, inhaling his scent— a mix of salt and something she couldn’t quite pin down. It was so intoxicating her body began to hum with desire.

A little voice in her head told her she should back away from him, from the heat swiftly building, but that was going to be near impossible with him so close.

Constant’s hands slid over her hair, which was in a loose bun, gently moving her head so she was looking up at him. “Even covered in mud you’re sexy as hell,” he said, voice husky, lips a breath away from hers.

Anticipation rushed through her, holding her on a cliff, and she really didn’t want to be on that cliff a moment longer. “I need you need you to kiss me.”

 

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Flashback Friday: An Island Christmas

Ah. The first, and only, non-paranormal romance I’ve written to date 🙂 One of my favorite stories, and the first I published with Evernight.

AMAZON ~ BARNES AND NOBLE ~ KOBO 

 

BLURB:

After Blue Malone and her best friend are forced to cancel their Christmas vacation plans, their boss offers them the keys to his private island home in the Caribbean. The island home is gorgeous, and Blue can’t wait to relax and explore the lush surroundings.

Though, they are not alone on the island. Constant Abbett, the son of her boss, is a part-time resident of the island and is currently there on break from work. Blue has been attracted to him for years, since they met seven years ago, but she’s never voiced that attraction, for fear of him not wanting her back. She doesn’t want to ruin a great friendship. But with him so close, and the attraction to him growing by the minute as they spend time together, Blue knows she can’t hold her feelings back. She can only hope he feels the same way.

 

EXCERPT:

Blue woke early the next morning, wanting to watch the sunrise, as Kristopher and his family talked often about the beauty of it. After making herself some coffee, she walked out to the boat dock, standing at the end. One boat was docked to the right of her—a nice one but not screaming ‘I’m rich!’. Blue, and Sherilyn, loved the water and loved to fish, so she could greatly appreciate the boat.

She had a fleeting thought of taking it out for a spin to go fishing, but she hadn’t asked permission for that, so the thought really was fleeting.

The sky was just hinting with color, and a warm breeze caressed her skin, as she was wearing her pajama shorts and tank top.

“Good morning.”

Blue jumped a little, almost spilling some of her coffee at the male voice. Turning, she saw Constant walking toward her. “Constant Abbett,” she chided, “you startled me.”

“My apologies.” He smiled—blessed with the cutest, sexiest dimples she’d ever seen—and gave her a hug when he reached her.

“Welcome to the island.”

She returned his smile. “Thanks, and good morning to you.”

“You seemed in the moment, taking in the ocean, so I announced myself halfway to you so I wouldn’t startle you.” He
clucked. “Guess that didn’t work.”

“Nope.” She took a sip of coffee. “But I appreciate the effort.”

“Thought you would.” He winked.

Blue tried her damnedest to not look at his bare torso and arms. He was lean and strong, which she knew was due to his job. Constant built extreme treehouses all around the world, and his body certainly agreed with his occupation. She wouldn’t deny she’d been attracted to him since the day they met, but hadn’t voiced or acted upon it because she wasn’t certain he felt the same way.

She was no prude, but she really cared for Constant and didn’t want to ruin the friendship they had. When his blue-green eyes turned to the ocean shortly after his wink, she remembered the reason she was on the dock in the first
place. She turned forward again, not wanting to miss the sunrise. Her body had wanted to stay in bed, as Sherilyn had, but she wanted to experience the sunrise more so…

“I love watching the sun come up here,” he said, only a few inches away. “It never gets old. Always beautiful, mesmerizing.”

She smiled, gaze on the amazing colors awakening in front of her. “You sound like your father.”

He chuckled. “We’re a lot alike in some ways.”

The rising sun mesmerized her as it spread across the ocean and came onto the island, so breathtaking and beautiful—she couldn’t look away.

“Wish I brought my camera,” she whispered.

“You’ll have six more chances while you’re here,” he replied in a hushed tone. “I take it you found everything in the kitchen okay?”

She cleared her throat, turning to face him, tearing away from the tropical sea and sun. “Yes. It’s an amazing house, and the pictures I’ve seen don’t do it justice. Your mom did a fantastic job creating the perfect relaxing getaway.”

Pride lit in his eyes. “That she did.”

“Your treehouse looks amazing, too, by the way. I barely noticed it was there.”

“As you know, it took two years to finish because of my other jobs, but it was worth it. I’d be happy to show you and Sheri.”

“I’d like that. I know Sheri will as well.”

He ran a hand through his short, sandy blond hair. The light scruff he sported was a little darker. It hid part of the scar running along the right side of his face, from a fall from his bike when he was ten years old.

Damn, the man was sexy!

“Out of all the treehouses I’ve built, it’s one of my favorites.”

She took a sip of coffee. “Your work is pretty amazing. You saying that makes me want to see it more.”

“It won’t disappoint.” He winked again, and her body warmed. “Just so you’re aware, Kade will be joining us soon. We have some business off the island so he’ll be staying here after that.”

Kade was his best friend and she didn’t mind him joining them one bit. “That’s fine,” she replied as they started to walk back to the house. “We like Kade.”

He laughed lightly. “I’ll be kicking back in my house for the day, so feel free to come by when you’ve dressed and eaten.”

She blushed lightly. Oh God, she wasn’t even wearing a bra! “Count on having company.”

“Good. And now, I shall bid you adieu.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it. “Enjoy your day, Ms. Malone.”

“Why thank you, Mr. Abbett.”

 

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