Riding The Waves
RIDING THE WAVES
Available September 2010
What happens in Mexico…doesn’t always stay there!
All uptight workaholic Drucilla Robichoux wants is to experience incredible sex, at least once in her life. So she heads off to Mexico for some sun, sand and sin. And she finds the perfect playmate in sexy surf instructor Alex. Her temporary boy toy teaches Dru to ride the waves, all right…right into the most intense climaxes she’s ever had!
But all vacation flings must end. When Dru heads home, she buttons up tight again. Might as well keep this delicious fantasy right where it belongs…in her naughty memories.
So it sure is a shock when she walks into work Monday morning and find her secret fling is her new boss! And he definitely still interested in catching the big one with Dru.
ISBN-10: 0373795688 ♦ ISBN-13: 9780373795680
Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Books-A-Million | eHarlequin | Audible
Excerpt
Had he ever been so intensely, instantly attracted to a woman? Alex couldn’t recall, and didn’t care. After all, all that mattered was this moment and this woman.
Until the moment was over.
“Gorgeous,” he commented when he was a couple feet away from her. Her features didn’t add up to pretty individually, but put together, they were stunning. His fingers ached to trace the line of her throat down to the gentle swell of flesh pressing against the vivid floral cotton of her dress.
“The surf?” she asked after a brief hesitation. Even her voice was sexy. Low and husky, at odds with her ethereal appearance.
“The view,” he clarified, instantly sensing that she wouldn’t appreciate surfeit flirtation. A man who prided himself in his intuition as much as his brains, he reigned in his instinct to hit hard and intense.
She obviously wasn’t fooled, though. She arched one brow, then glanced over his shoulder. He followed her gaze, taking in the bleeding watercolor beauty of the sunset. As always, the sight centered him. The unchanging transformations of the sea never failed to fill his soul with peace.
She got that, he realized as his gaze traced the lines of her face. She didn’t look like a woman used to peace, but one who did appreciate it when it was there in front of her.
“It must feel amazing to be a part of that,” she said with a nod of her chin toward the pounding ocean. She acted like she wasn’t aware of his attraction, but the stiffness of her shoulders and slight step she took backward told him otherwise.
But she didn’t leave. Which said it all, in his mind.
“Do you surf?” he asked, already knowing the answer. She had that romantic, wouldn’t-it-be-an-adventure look in her indigo eyes. Not that surfing wasn’t both romantic and adventurous. But when a surfer looked at the ocean, there was always an overlying layer of respect in their gaze.
“I never have surfed before, no,” she said, her gaze meeting his again. There was a summing up, a calculation in her deep blue eyes. He recognized the look. Felt the sexual pull of it tugging at him. It was the kind of expression that said she wondered how he’d look without his swim trunks and could he keep it up long enough make her scream with pleasure.
Riding the Waves Fun
iTunes playlist, shoes, recipe
