When she accidentally runs into the back of a gorgeous stranger’s truck at a stoplight, the last thing on Kassie’s mind is indulging in her deepest, hottest fantasies with him. Until he shows up on her doorstep as the contractor she’d hoped to hire to remodel her home and things get interesting…fast.
With a sexy drawl, skilled hands and a body that makes her panties all but melt, Jax is exactly the kind of man she shouldn’t get involved with after breaking off her engagement and starting over in another state. But she’s helpless to resist the powerful desire he makes her feel, and before long she’s letting him have his wicked way with her all over town.
Jax knows falling for a woman like Kassie’s a bad idea. He’s experienced enough heartbreak to see the signs. He can tell she’s ready to run, but when she’s in his arms, he’ll do everything he can to make her stay.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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A dark beach, a blanket and Jax? That combination sounded far too good to be true. She really should tell him no, tell him that she couldn’t be out late with so much work waiting for her in the morning. The chance of her being on the beach with him under a sky full of stars and not having sex with him was very slim. Especially after how good it had been between them. He’d woken up a part of her that she hadn’t even known was sleeping. Tell him no, said her conscience.
“Sure,” she found herself saying.
“Another good answer.” He winked. “Let’s head out.”
The drive to the beach was only about ten minutes, but by the time they wound their way along a thin macadam road to an over-sand vehicle area and Jax aired down the tires, the sun had totally set. She’d never driven on a beach before, and she didn’t know what to expect.
“It’s going to be bumpy,” Jax warned. “Hold on to your seat belt.”
The paved road ended and they headed out onto the beach. As the Jeep settled into the ruts in the sand, she knew he hadn’t been joking about the bumpy part. But she had to admit that she kind of liked it. The salt air was cool, the ocean was roaring, and the night was alive.
Four-wheel drive vehicles dotted the beach here and there, along with campfires and the glowing tips of fishing rods. Jax drove for a few minutes before settling on a spot that was a good distance from any other vehicles. As he killed the ignition, he looked back to her.
“You might want to take off those shoes,” he suggested.
He’d noticed her heels. Okay, so maybe they hadn’t been the most practical, but she was a shoe girl. It was all about the look, and to hell with the rest. “I can manage that,” she said wryly, wondering if he was taking a dig. “I’m not as helpless as you seem to think I am. I may have lived in New York for ten years, but I grew up in the suburbs.”
Jax slid down from the driver’s side. “I never said you were helpless, darlin’.”
Darlin’. The way the endearment rolled off his tongue made her shiver.
About the Author: Award-winning author Scarlett Scott writes contemporary and historical romance with heat, heart and happily ever afters. After growing up on romance novels, she now crafts love stories of her own with a good dose of sizzle and an equal amount of humor. She lives in the Pennsylvania countryside with her Canadian husband and is a proud mom to their adorable but occasionally evil dog with a penchant for eating everything he shouldn't.
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