Synopsis
Charlotte Lane was the tomboy who lived next door.
Eyes the color of the summer sky.
Mounds of curly blond hair.
A little bit of sassy and a whole lot of sweet.
She was my best friend. My confidant. My salvation.
But when circumstances tore us apart, it put more than just
miles between us. I hated her. Blamed her for my worst nightmare. And I never
wanted to see her again.
Then one wrong turn brought her back into my life and now
she’s under my skin. In the midst of all the chaos surrounding us, she’s what’s
changing me. Practically bringing me to my knees. Driving me to want to be a
better man.
But nothing is ever easy.
And as our worlds begin to crumble…so do we.
Our bond withstood the test of time, but when the future
brings the unexpected, it will either draw us closer or tear us apart.
Can we weather the storm?
Sometimes there’s only one way to do it!
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Excerpt
Jasper Storm
What kind of person willingly drives a thirty-six-foot
racing machine at breakneck speed through ten-foot waves?
The kind that isn’t put off by the possibility of smashing
his nose against the steering wheel if he has to come to an abrupt stop when
racing around the track—that’s who.
Today though, Lake St. Clair tops out with uninhibiting
two-foot waves at the most, and my speed is tempered by the amount of
passengers on board.
Classic Beatles is playing from the speakers on deck. Drew
is leaning back in the cushions of the wraparound benches behind me with a beer
in his hand. Jake and Shannon are sitting up in the sun loungers on the bow,
both also with brews in hand.
Sitting at the helm, Charlotte is standing next to me in a
simple black bikini that shows so much skin it is driving me crazy, her mounds
of blond curls blowing in the wind making my fingers itch to run through them,
and her sunglasses preventing me from seeing her blue eyes. I wrap my arm
around her and guide her to stand in front of me. “You take the wheel.”
“I haven’t driven a boat in years.”
Standing, I pull her even closer. My board shorts feeling
tighter by the second. “It’s like riding a bike.”
Looking over her shoulder at me, she gives me a quick kiss
on the cheek. “I’ll give it a try,” she says.
Just that slight touch of her lips ignites a fire that
starts to flame through my veins. When she takes the wheel, my body is ablaze.
Unable to keep my hands off her, I compromise my need to touch her by covering
my hands over hers. The cast prohibiting me from making the full connection I’m
craving. I hate that she still bears the mark of her attack. I shove that
thought away.
It’s a beautiful day, sunny as fuck and not a cloud in
sight. The wind has picked up a little the further out we go, and when the
softness of her hair brushes against my neck, it sends a shiver racing down my
spine.
Taking a seat in the captain’s chair, I pull her onto my
lap. The slight curves of her body fit me perfectly. Unable to compromise any
longer, discreetly, my hands roam her body. Sliding down her thighs, up her
arms, tucking under the small fabric at her hips. I can’t help myself.
Ten minutes or so goes by as we pass over the water like
it’s a sheet of glass. I kiss her—her neck, her throat, her jaw. Take a little
nip at her shoulder and then soothe it with my tongue.
Concentrating on driving, I’m surprised when she
unexpectedly tips her head back so we can kiss.
The instant douse of arousal I feel is unlike that from the
small flirtatious moves I’ve been making. This is full-out sexuality. Our lips
meet, softly, gingerly. She’s sitting on my thigh, and her ass is against my
cock. She shifts a little and I groan softly against the wet slide of her
tongue, and all the muscles in my body knot in sweet tension. The fire in my
veins bursts into flames from the slight friction, and all I want is more. The
pull and push of the connection we share seems to be growing stronger every
time we’re together.
Unlatching her lips from mine, she turns back and focuses on
the open water.
She feels it too.
The tightening in my cock, the rapid beat of my pulse, and
the taste of her left on my tongue puts me into a state of overdrive. I hold
onto her fingers, squeeze them, press my naked chest to her bare back, and try
to temper my need for her.
Taking what I can, I then inhale a deep breath. Unable to
calm the storm raging inside me, I know I have to take action. This isn’t a
storm of conflict, this is one of pure male need. “You have to stand up,” I
murmur into her ear.
Again, she tips her head back. “Why?”
“You know why.”
The little vixen shifts a little more and grinds a little
harder against my cock.
“Behave,” I growl and quickly stand up, bringing her with
me, and then I ease up on the throttle and put the cabin cruiser in neutral.
“What’s going on? Jake asks.
I switch the engine off. “Taking a quick dip,” I tell him as
I narrow my eyes at Charlotte.
She shrugs all innocent like.
“Remind me to spank you later,” I whisper in her ear.
Surprisingly, I see a thrill in her eyes.
Waggling my brows at her, my little problem is only growing,
so I quickly hop up to the side of the boat and dive into the lake. The water
is fucking freezing out this far and just what I need. For now anyway.
Splash. Splash.
Turn it Up is Book Two
in The Detroit Duet
Set the Pace
(Book One)
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About the Author
I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always
had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I
wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive
an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I
currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my
biggest passions—writing.
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