A new, sensual Adult Contemporary Romance from author of the Amazon bestselling PRESERVATION SERIES, THE REPLACEMENT, and LOVE AND RELATIVITY. Coming to e-readers everywhere May 26, 2014.
It’s not water that paralyzes Anya Banks—it’s the ocean. Tumultuous and powerful, sleek and unpredictable, it’s just like Tanner Christensen, owner of Trident Voyager, the cruise ship she’s been talked into boarding by her vivacious, foodie fanatic best friend and co-worker, Lana. Tanner exudes confidence, and his raw masculinity is hard to resist. But Anya came aboard to work, face her demons, and then get the hell back to dry land.
Until Tanner convinces her to take the plunge.
She quickly dives into a fun, carefree arrangement with him and embraces her goal to be brave, no matter how loudly her shaky knees tell her to abandon ship. For twelve days, Tanner’s all hers. For twelve days, she’s his goddess. Once the cruise is over and the ship docks, she won’t be the same. But being brave always costs something, and this time, it might cost her heart.
My hair blows wildly
as Tanner flies down the road, The Neighbourhood’s “Sweater Weather” blaring
loudly through the speakers. The road curves and we wind around, little
glimpses of the water flashing in between the thickets of palm trees that line
the shoulders. We cruise farther and farther from any signs of tourist activity,
leaving the cabanas and guest beach in the dust. A few minutes pass and we
speed around another corner, peeling onto a long, dirt driveway that leads deep
into the tropical brush.
A small turquoise
house comes into view, its shutters weathered, the paint peeled along the
slats.
“What are we doing
here?” I finally ask as Tanner brings the car to a stop.
He reaches over and
turns the radio off, then flicks the ignition. The windows are still open, and
the purr of the smooth machine we’re sitting in dies. “You’re here to learn
some more Tanner Christensen 101,” he says matter-of-factly, yanking me over
the console and onto his lap. A surprised yelp sends the wind rushing from my
lungs. When I collide with him, he finally tears his shades away and tosses them
on the passenger seat.
I grip his shoulders,
my eyes wide.
“Let me clarify
something for you, Miss Banks,” he demands, gathering my disheveled, windswept
hair in his hands and holding it at the nape of my neck. “I was under the
assumption that when we made our agreement, the exclusivity we discussed went
both ways.”
I blink. “Well, you
assumed right. I wasn’t doing anything with—”
“I don’t want to hear
his name,” he snaps, clutching the back of my head, “I don’t want to know
anything about him. I already got an eyeful of his hands on you, and it told me
everything I need to know. He’s a boy, not a man, and he won’t be able to take
care of you.” His mouth hits my throat, hot and wet. He murmurs against my
skin, voice raw and rough, an unhinged edge to his tone. “Right now, you’re
going to ride me hard. One, because it’s been a hell of a morning and I need
it, and two because you need it and you don’t know it yet.” His fingers make
quick work of my bikini top, ripping at the flimsy strings. He flings it aside
and then tears my bottoms off, swinging my legs around like a pro. He kisses
me, his mouth harsh, tongue demanding. I taste the sea salt from my skin on his
lips.
His hands are firm and
controlled, roaming everywhere. Sand grinds at my skin with each touch. He’s
sucking the breath from me and I’m so shocked, I can’t even process the
deprivation. I can only sink into him, quench his thirst and satisfy his
hunger. I push at his suit jacket, frantically peeling it down his shoulders.
He groans in approval and cups my breasts, squeezing and trailing his thumbs
along the undersides.
“Tanner,” I whimper,
“I love the way you touch me.”
“Bite,” he demands
huskily, placing the pad of his thumb on my bottom lip. I obey and press my
teeth down, moaning as he pushes his hips up to deliver the most delicious
pressure. His thumb leaves my mouth and trails across my jaw bone, landing just
below my ear. He rubs gently, the moist pad working delicate strokes into the
skin. “You like this spot, baby?”
I lean into his touch,
and my eyes drift shut in pure pleasure. “Yes.”
He keeps rubbing the
space just below my ear while he leans up to nip my lips, working me into a
blissful haze. The last few minutes are a blur. In a matter of seconds of being
on this man’s lap, I’ve almost forgotten my morning with Lana and Brie, and my
walk on the beach with Jonah. All my body registers is Tanner’s raging need and
my desire to give him what he’s desperate for.
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Rachael Wade is the Amazon bestselling author of The Preservation Series, The Resistance Trilogy, and the upcoming sci-fi series, The Keepers Trilogy. When she’s not writing, she’s busy learning French, watching too many movies, and learning how to protect animals and the environment. Visit her at www.RachaelWade.com and www
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