What's
wrong with a little white lie?
There are a lot of things Ali Marshal doesn't do: pink anything, a day without chocolate, and Hawk, her sister's ex-husband. Sure, he's a sexy former NHL star who can make her pulse pound with just a wink. But he belonged to Bridget first. And no matter how long she's had a crush on him, how great he's always been to her dad, or that her sister is engaged to someone else now and Ali needs a date to their engagement party, she can't give in to temptation. Can she?
It's been years since his disastrous marriage crashed and burned, and Bradley Hawk has finally moved on. So when Bridget blows back into town with her new fiancé, throwing the engagement party of the year, he could care less . . . until Ali tells one little lie that lands him smack dab in a fake relationship. After one promise to be Ali's date and two of the hottest kisses he's ever had, Hawk can't deny how much he wants her. But what happens when this fauxmance starts to feel very, very real?
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THE DESTINY BAY SERIES
LAST KISS OF SUMMER, #1
FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME, #2
Excerpt
Ali nodded
because she needed him more than she needed her next breath.
The intensity of her feelings terrified
her. They always had. Even at seventeen she knew what she felt went beyond the
run-of-the-mill teenage crush. She’d been in love. Sure, it was a young, simple
love, but it was love all the same.
Only he’d loved
someone else.
So when he
married her sister, she did her best to let him go. But no matter how painful
it had been for her, and at times the ache was so acute it had been paralyzing,
she was never able to set him completely free. Choosing the pain over the loss.
Now he was
back, looking at her how she always looked at him, as if he’d never let go, and
Ali gave in to the fantasy. Played out the what-ifs she carried with her for
over a decade. He’d been hers for so long, she let herself believe that she was
his, too.
He was asking
for right here, right now—this she knew. Tomorrow, reality would creep in, and
everything would go back to the way it was. But tonight, sitting on this beach,
overlooking a world bigger than the two of them, Ali wanted to feel what it was
like to be loved by the man who owned her heart.
“I want,” she
said.
“What do you
want, Aliana?” he whispered, the sound of her name on his lips doing crazy
things to her. Crazy girly things that made her feel delicate and desirable.
“I want you.”
She trailed her hands down his pecs to that flat stomach and lower, loving how
his muscles rippled and curled under her touch. “I want you to pamper me so
hard I won’t remember how to walk come morning.”
Hawk’s eyes
darkened, and his mouth was on hers. Hard and demanding, and just how she’d
imagined. There was no warm-up, no testing the waters. He was kissing her as if
he knew what he wanted.
And he wanted
Aliana.
Their mouths
were fused together, her hands gripping his shoulders for purchase, but his
fingers were gentle, languidly exploring her face, her neck, the curve of her shoulder,
slowly moving down her arm and bringing the wide neckline of her shirt with
him.
He never
stopped kissing her, but she felt his lashes flutter open, realized that she’d
never closed her own. Then his deep brown eyes locked on hers, watching her as
they kissed, and it was erotic and unexpected. As she watched him back, she
felt his lips curl into a smile. Could feel the dimples on both cheeks come
alive under her touch.
“You like to
watch,” Hawk growled, and she felt her cheeks flush.
Ali never
considered herself a watcher. But Hawk was such a beautiful and commanding man,
she’d never been able to look away. Not even now, when her body was begging for
release. He was that good—a simple kiss and she was so turned on, she could
feel her body shaking.
That smile
turned cocky.
“It’s not like
I stand there peering through your bedroom window at night,” she said, leaving
out that night he was at the bar. His bedroom window during the morning, when
he was walking around after a shower. She was more than guilty.
“I’ve peered
through yours.”
And to prove he
wasn’t the least bit ashamed, he lowered his head and placed an openmouthed
kiss on her shoulder, those eyes of his never leaving hers. Not even when he
moved lower toward her collarbone, his mouth working her with a softness that
took her by surprise and a reverence that made her feel as if she was precious.
Ali wasn’t sure
what to do. Hard, challenging, complicated—that was what she was used to. But
this was light, simple—too easy to be real. It confused her as much as it
terrified her.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marina Adair is a #1 National bestselling author of romance novels and holds a Master of Fine arts in creative writing. Along with the Destiny Bay series, she is also the author of the Sugar, Georgia series, the St. Helena Vineyard series, and her new Heroes of St. Helena series. She currently lives with her husband, daughter, and two neurotic cats in Northern California.
As a writer, Marina is devoted to giving her readers contemporary romance where the towns are small, the personalities large, and the romance explosive.
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