Yay!! It's finally here - HOT SUMMER SANDS IS AVAILABLE FOR DOWNLOAD TODAY!!
I feel as though it has been forever since my last release so today is going to be a good day. This is my longest story so far so I've got everything crossed that readers and reviewers enjoy this story as much as my others.
Here's the blurb and a sneaky excerpt:
Chef Michelle Hutton flees her controlling mother in the UK for
the sun and freedom of Greece, longing for a new beginning and maybe just a bit
of Zante’s local heat. Sexy, pro-bono lawyer Sam Clarke might just be the one
to teach her to let go. He's sexy, capable, and totally in control. And too
damn hard to resist.
Sam Clarke and his best friend had once been the baddest boys to
hit the local party scene— sex, booze, and more sex—until his friend is killed.
Sam turned his back on the blatant sexuality of the island years ago, but can’t
resist Michelle’s desire to bask in the sun and explore the need that grows
between them.
Swallowing hard, she hesitated for an
imperceptible moment at the periphery of the bar entrance before stepping from
the tiled corridor to the bar’s wooden flooring. Without making eye contact
with a single patron, whose gazes she felt boring into her temple, breasts and
denim-clad ass, she headed straight to the bar.
With the bravado of a woman used to
frequenting such places alone, a welcome and heated cloak of sexy confidence
settled like a new friend around her shoulders. She slid onto one of the stools
and leaned back…then realized there was no back.
“Oh, God.” She tilted backward and
reached out toward the bar. Too late. She was going to land right on her ass.
A clammy hand caught her elbow before she
could fall. “Hey, pretty lady, don’t worry I’ve got you.”
Michelle gripped the bicep of the
tattooed arm that grabbed her. She
inhaled the guy’s scotch and cigar tainted breath as it blasted her face,
making her want to gag. Her stomach dropped to her shoes as she looked up into
his bloodshot, leering eyes.
She forced a smile. “Thanks.”
“Hey, thanks buddy. But I got this.”
Michelle’s heart stopped as a very
different hand slapped onto the bar, the arm tanned and strong and very male.
His other hand brushed and stilled against her butt as he steadied the stool that
wobbled precariously beneath her.
“Are you okay, sweetheart? I turn my back
for a second and you get yourself in a load of unwanted trouble.” His voice was
deep, husky, and dark. “You trying to dance with that stool?”
Michelle’s cheeks burst into flame even
as icy-cold perspiration broke out on her upper lip. She felt like a side of
beef at a meat market. Could she have looked any more stupid? Squeezing her
eyes shut, she tried to ignore the image of her mother’s disproving face that
filled her mind.
She should be grateful. There was
absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. She opened her eyes and faced the second
man.
Her stomach tightened. Could anyone
possibly look that good?
Michelle stared as words lodged painfully
in her throat and her heart picked up speed. He winked, his dark, midnight blue
eyes flashing a silent “trust me.” He turned to Scotch Breath. “Thanks for
saving my wife from landing on the floor, buddy. You want a drink?”
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Love,
Rachel x
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