Release date: 21 April 2014
Bruce Coldwell, world-class pro bass fisherman, walks into his friend Crista Johnson’s apartment and instantly falls in lust with Crista’s supermodel neighbor. The two weeks of vacation with his best friend will give him the perfect opportunity to dally with the bombshell. Now all he has to do is convince Crista to hook them up.
Excited to have her friend Bruce stay with her, Crista Johnson plans out their whole staycation. But, when he asks her to set him up with a woman she’s trying to un-friend from her life, Crista knows he’s asking the impossible. Janelle is a piranha and only sleeps with other woman’s husbands, and boyfriends, and lives to one up other women.
When Bruce suggests Crista poses as his lover to create the perfect bait, Bruce finds out he might’ve reeled in the wrong fish … um, woman. Hook, line, and sinker!
by Debra Kayn
Sensuality Level: Sensual
Top selling romance author Debra Kayn lives with her family at the foot of the Bitterroot Mountains in beautiful Idaho. She enjoys riding motorcycles, playing tennis, fishing, and creating chaos for the men in the garage.
Her love of family ties and laughter makes her a natural to write heartwarming contemporary stories to the delight of her readers. Oh, let’s cut to the chase. She loves to write about real men and the women who love them.
When Debra was nineteen years old, a man kissed her without introducing himself. When they finally came up for air, the first words out of his mouth were”Will you have my babies?” Considering Debra’s weakness for a sexy, badass man who is strong enough to survive her attitude, she said yes. A quick wedding at the House of Amour and four babies later, she’s living her own unbelievable romance book.
An excerpt from Surprisingly:
The spare bedroom door opened. Crista dropped the towel in surprise and stared at Bruce. He was supposed to be with Janelle.
Bruce’s gaze dropped to her bare breasts. Heat rose to the surface of her skin. She stood naked in front of him with nothing in her hands to hide behind. As quickly as that thought passed through her head, she also came to the conclusion that he wasn’t with Janelle, and she’d be damned if she was going to cower in embarrassment because she was more mature, more confident, and more secure than her next door neighbor.
Bare chested and wearing only a pair of jeans, Bruce continued to soak in every little detail of her body. His gaze went from her breasts to her legs and back again. His mouth softened and he leaned against the doorframe as if he had all the time in the world to look at his best friend. Her pulse raced. Unable to stop her reaction from his intense inspection, her nipples peaked and warmth spread throughout her body, congregating between her legs.
The feelings were so alien to her, she grew lightheaded. She shouldn’t feel … what? She swallowed hard. Turned on? Pleased? Powerful? Sexy?
She moved forward to slip into her room to escape the uncomfortable situation, and Bruce stepped into her path. Standing inches away from him, she smelled the soap from his shower. She quivered because it was the most intoxicating scent she’d encountered coming off his warm body.
“I—I thought you were—”
He hooked her neck, dragging her forward, and kissed her hard. Shocked and unprepared, she could only let him. The taste of him penetrated her numbed thoughts, and she opened her mouth. Bruce took that as an invitation. She moaned at the swipe of his tongue across hers. The warmth, the heady taste of toothpaste and heat, and the urgency coming from him had her kissing him back.
Held captive by this touch, she placed her hands on his sides. The hardness radiating off his body broke through all her inhibitions. She explored his ribs, his sides, his hips, marveling at the tone, the heat, the sculpted body. Somewhere deep inside of her pulsed, and she closed her eyes, willing the feelings to stay. She forgot whom she was kissing and what he was doing to her.
All she wanted was more.
And she wanted that something now.