Sex on Summer Sabbatical
Who knew it would be so hard to get a twenty-something man to have sex?
Forced by her employer to take a three month sabbatical, workaholic Tori Warren makes a checklist of things to accomplish that will make the time off worthwhile.
Get into the best shape of her life. Have the most fun of her life. Oh, and have the best sex of her life with a no-strings holiday affair.
Sexy young Adam Cross comes into her life at just the right time. A physical trainer with a loving-life personality, he should work nicely in helping her meet all three goals. He'd be especially perfect for the best sex. Now if he would only just cooperate…
Adam learns of her calculating plans involving him soon after beginning to date Tori. But by then he's realised he wants much more than to be the means to an end for her. If he can only hold out until the end of the summer, maybe he'll have time to convince her that the best sex comes with strings…
Falling for the Other Brother
Erica had been planning to break it off with Trevor—he was really too young for her, after all. But it's hard to use that excuse when the man she's really interested in is Trevor's twin, Colin.
Her biological clock ticking, a chance conversation leads Erica to Trevor, a former sperm donor, who helps convince her to move ahead with her plans. But he adamantly refuses to be her donor, in fact he's pulled all his past donations, for a reason he won't discuss. Their subsequent relationship, while hot, just drives home the different goals the two have.
When Colin returns from overseas, his problem with intimacy still looming large, he never dreamt he would meet his ideal partner in Erica. Only two things stand in their way—her relationship with his brother, and the fact she wants children…the one thing he can no longer provide.
Sometimes in the depths of winter, warmth can force an unexpected bloom.
In shock after the death of her ex-husband, Maggie Winter gives in to her need for comfort with a near stranger, but immediately regrets her impulsive act. With her young daughter to raise alone, it’s time to start acting her age.
Something about Maggie puts all of Nick’s protective instincts on high alert, but that isn’t all he feels for her. So when she makes it clear she needs space, he isn’t put off by her cool act and has no problem biding his time.
However, when the slow simmer between them stretches on, it’s just a matter of time before one of them decides to turn up the heat.
With two diverging careers on the line, Teri and Aaron are torn between the right thing to do…and what feels so right to them.
With a son who’s played since he could walk, Teri lives, eats and breathes baseball. She was almost more excited than Emery when his invitation to a minor league team’s training camp came. But excited doesn’t begin to describe her reaction to Em’s new mentor, Aaron Reynolds. A spring fling? Just the ticket.
Fighting a chronic injury, Aaron is biding his time until he can return to the majors. Being assigned a mixed-up rookie to babysit is fine with him, especially one that comes with a sassy, sexy camp follower like Teri. But he soon finds he has his hands full…trying to keep Emery on the straight and narrow…and trying to keep his liaison with Teri strictly physical.
General Release Date: 3rd December 2019
Tori couldn’t stifle a moan as the almost-pain of exerting muscles that seldom got used kicked in. It’d been a long time. Too long.
Panting slightly, she enjoyed the stretch as perspiration beaded across her glowing skin. She strained towards the pleasure she felt hovering just beyond reach.
Almost there. Almost there…
Oh no. Side stitch.
And a cramp.
Tori limped to an abrupt halt, pressing her hands to the sharp ache in her lower abdomen while scoping out a relatively clean spot on the kerb to collapse on. Using one hand to frantically massage her spasming calf, Tori had to use some of her very limited breath to laugh out loud at her dilemma as the humour of the situation struck her. So much for a brilliant start on her goals.
"I was going to offer you some help, but it sounds like you’re doing okay now."
The deep voice must belong to the person wearing the running shoes in front of her, but for the life of her, Tori couldn’t look up just then, concentrating on her inexpert massage while trying to breathe through the pain in her side.
"Oh, no. Not okay. But I had a feeling this would happen. It was going too well, know what I mean? First time I’ve run in years."
A warm, sympathetic chuckle. "Well, you were looking good, right up until you seized up."
"I’ll bet that was pretty comical to watch. Ah, ah!" The cramp in her leg spiked painfully in spite of her efforts. Why the hell had she thought she could start exercising again? All at once she felt every year of her age. Oh to be a teen again, when she could run without any effort at all.
"Here, you have to flex it. No, don’t point!" Strong hands forced her foot back towards her body as her rescuer knelt before her like Cinderella’s prince. "Deep breaths, really deep. Fill your belly. That’ll help your stitch."
"How’d you know I had a stitch in my side?" Tori panted, curled up in as close to a ball as she could get with one leg stuck out in front of her.
"I could tell by the way you suddenly grabbed your stomach like you’d been shot. Now don’t pant, breathe deep." The steady voice was soothing, but demanded compliance.
Abandoning the short blows vaguely reminiscent of those she’d seen in movie birthing rooms, Tori obeyed, inhaling until she felt dizzy then letting the air whoosh out. Those hands had displaced hers on her calf, and she felt a moment of panic trying to remember whether she’d shaved her legs that morning. She winced at the thought of stubbly legs then realised that her side stitch was almost gone and the cramp was easing.
"Does that hurt?"
"No, feels good." A little too good. The man had great hands, and Tori was starting to get some ideas about other kind of exertion he could help her with.
Great hands and observant. Tori started to uncurl herself bit by bit, ready to coil back up at the first sign of pain.
"That’s it, hon. Here, stretch your other leg out for me." He slid his hand along the back of her uninjured leg, encouraging her to ease it out straight, making her think again about the shaving bit. Yes, she realised with relief—she must be freshly shaved, else she wouldn’t have worn shorts. She knew herself that well at least.
Once in a regular sitting position, she finally got a look at her Good Samaritan, and almost felt herself seize up again.
Tori was in the presence of perfection. It was as if all the women in the world had got together and held a summit to design the most gorgeous man possible, then gave him great hands and sent him out to rescue damsels in distress.
Warm hazel eyes set off by irritatingly long lashes smiled encouragingly at her, so close that every blink looked as if it was in slow motion. Ruggedly handsome features, smooth skin, luscious lips—and that was just his face. His short dark hair had a hint of wave to it, settling perfectly in place even while exercising.
He had to be a model. Or he should be. Him on anything would equal sales through the roof.
His muscular arms were revealed by a sleeveless grey T- shirt, which was rather restrained of him—most of the similarly buffed young guys who had passed her running today went shirtless altogether. It was loose enough that Tori couldn’t get an idea of his torso, but she just knew he’d be ripped. Wouldn’t match the rest of him otherwise, and that would be a shame. His running shorts were also on the conservative side compared to what she’d seen, but the legs kneeling between hers were…
Oh mercy. She had a man between her legs. Did that count?
Nope, gotta be full-on sex to cross it off the list.
Her gaze snapped back up to his, and his helpfully concerned expression hadn’t changed, precisely. But there was a hint of awareness there now that made Tori wish she was ten years younger. Or maybe fifteen.
Because if he was closer to thirty than twenty, she’d eat her running shoes.
He introduced himself, "I’m Adam."
I’m Eve, wanna bite my apple?
Word Count: 121,057
Book Length: SUPER PLUS NOVEL
Genres: CHICK LIT
OLDER WOMAN, YOUNGER MAN
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