Hot in the Hamptons released earlier this week and I was able to get a sneak peak! Keep reading for an exclusive excerpt from book 3 Summer Sins.
I have one goal this summer. Hang with my besties for some much needed sun, sand, and relaxation while I put the final touches on my idyllic wedding. I didn’t count on meeting a smart-mouthed, bad boy biker whose gaze burns hotter than a beach bonfire. I never planned to lose myself, body and soul, and question my entire future. Now, I have to make a choice that’s tearing me apart, and could shatter the lives of the two men I love…
Turns into summer sins….
I have one goal this summer. CHILL. Do nothing. Nada. I need simple before I have to head into Manhattan to take on a high powered position on Wall Street. I didn’t count on a dark haired, inky- eyed spitfire who’d spin my world upside down, or make me burn for things I never thought I wanted. I vowed to make her my summer fling, but had no idea she was claimed by another. And now that she possessed not only my body but my soul, the stakes are too high for me to lose her…
Love burns hotter in the Hamptons. Come play.
He was gorgeous. I mean, let’s be honest, I’d seen attractive guys before. With his golden blond hair and light eyes, Phillip looked a bit like Prince Charming himself, and always turned girls’ heads. But this guy in his badass glory put everyone else to shame.
Thick, black waves of hair fell haphazardly over his forehead and covered his ears. His face was a bunch of strong lines and rugged curves, with a dominating nose, high cheekbones, and slanted, black brows. Eyes as misty green as I imagined Ireland to be gleamed with a twist of light gold. But it was more than just his good looks. This man owned an air of demand that singed everyone in his circle. From the sheer intensity of his gaze and his aura of impatience, he was obviously used to calling the shots or walking away if he didn’t get what he wanted. This man was the ultimate bad boy mothers warned their daughters about and girls dropped their panties for.
I think I hated him more on sight. Because right now, my panties were damn wet.
“Did you hear me?” I demanded again. I shifted my feet under his scrutiny, that hot gaze raking my figure from head to toe, lingering on everything in between a bit too long. A strange breathlessness caught my chest, and my tummy clenched into a silken knot.
His voice was so dark and husky he reminded me of Christian Bale’s sexy Batman. “Oh, I heard you, all right. The whole parking lot heard you. Didn’t anyone tell you owning a cool convertible doesn’t mean you know how to drive one? You cut me off, sugar.”
My mouth dropped open. “Did you just call me sugar?” I asked.
He shrugged, already bored with me, and concentrated on hooking his helmet to the strap on the bars. “I call all women sugar. Don’t take it as a compliment.” He swiveled on his heel and walked away without a backward glance.
Yeah…this one promises to be hot so check it out
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