Sam’s escape to Promise Lake is to grieve and regroup before taking on her partnership at Atlanta’s top staffing firm. Instead, she finds herself fighting consciousness in her sinking car when the bridge gave way. Waking up to Jake, her firm’s newly signed client, and her ex’s best friend, gives the word “regroup” a whole new meaning.
Jake, on break after his third Major League season, needs to set the record straight with Sam. The stripped-down version he pulls from a terrifying crash is even sexier than the shark in stilettos he knows her as. A cramped cabin, deserted lake and undeniable attraction unleashes their darkest, carnal desires. Falling deeper than he knew he could, he needs to tell her the truth her ex never did.
Targeted Age Group:: 18+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
This book is about how life's significant events take you out of your normal. You hope and wait to go back to the life you miss. Along the way, you find normal isn't good enough. You're capable of so much more.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Sam is a layered character built from traumatic childhood, a deep understanding of trust and privacy, and a strong drive to not repeat the cycle of her mother and grandmother. Jake's experience in failures seen as opportunities propelled him to the top of his game. His fame gives him credibility in teaching Sam not to take herself so seriously.
Sam cursed her empty stomach, not wanting to escape the heaven she’d awakened to. Jake snored softly behind her. His huge body fit snugly against hers, warming her better than an electric blanket. His hand splayed across her stomach, tucked under the shirt she’d never return. His thumb made a lazy pattern on her bare skin, breaths tickling the crook of her neck. Her lids created slits, gaging the brightness in the small cabin. Light peaked around the curtains, suggesting she’d slept all night.
Her head thumped when she attempted to lift the too-heavy appendage from the pillow. She fought a wave of nausea as a cold shiver worked through her. The crunch of the car echoed in her head. Adrenaline rushed her veins, a tremble settling in remembering being trapped.
“You’re okay,” Jake whispered at her nape, his hand pulling her closer. “Shh,” he soothed, gently rolling her to her back. His face loomed over hers, his hand gripping her hip. “You’re okay.” Sincere blue eyes pleaded with hers to relax. He’d held her as she trembled, assuring her she was okay until she drifted into sleep. Nodding, she willed her pulse to slow and took a deep breath. His eyes pinned to where her head throbbed. She lifted her hand for inspection. “Don’t touch it.” Jake captured her hand in his.
She laid beneath his large body, breath catching at the sight of him. His blonde hair was messy from sleep and his shoulders bulged under miles of tan skin. The smooth skin went forever, stretching over his massive chest and disappearing under the sheets draped over his lean hips. The undignified growl erupting from her stomach brought a smirk to his full lips framed by his beard.
“You like eggs?” he asked, nibbling her fingertips before releasing her hand.
Letting her fingers brush over the coarse blonde hairs framing his mouth, she placed her breakfast order. “Coffee.” Jake’s deep chuckle rumbled through her as he scrubbed a hand over his cheek.
“It’s a superstition thing,” he explained his beard. “I grow it out during the season.” Pulling her hand back, she realized she’d been petting the man. Her cheeks threatened to heat, and she looked at anything but him. Her body sang under his, pure chemistry simmering at a low boil in the beaker…just add heat. Physiology chimed in, her stomach protesting the denial of food. Another chuckle from Jake almost made her boil over. “I don’t think coffee’s gonna satisfy that beast.”
Scurrying from the sheets, Sam’s thoughts were dark and dirty. What the hell was wrong with her? Then again, what woman wouldn’t be affected by Jake half-naked and practically in the thrusting position on top of her?
“Cuddle time over?” He sounded sincerely disappointed. His thick lips were in a pout as he stretched out on his back with hands tucked behind his head. He was impossibly handsome, features dashed with humor as he took advantage of having the whole bed to himself. “You’re a good cuddler.” He winked, the gesture playful and carnal.
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