When you can't trust yourself, how can you ask anyone else to?
It's been months since Aden
Colt left the Army, and still the memories haunt him. When he moved into a tiny
boat off the California coast, he thought he'd found the perfect place to
escape life. Then Sawyer shows up and turns his simple life upside down.
Beautiful and sophisticated, she seems out of place in this laid-back beach
town. Something is pushing her to experience everything she can—including Aden.
But as much as he wants her, starting a relationship with Sawyer puts them both
at risk. For Aden, the past doesn't stay there; it shows up unexpectedly,
uncontrollably, and doesn't care whose life it wrecks.
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Excerpt
Oh no, fuck no!
I thought he was kidding. I should’ve known
better. Aden’s intentions with me since I stupidly boarded this boat have been
my torment for his enjoyment. He loved watching me squirm over the bait tank
and when I proved I wouldn’t shy away from a challenge, he pulled out the big
guns. From his flirty smiles to his teasing touches, he’s discovered my
weaknesses and is exploiting them for his own entertainment.
Now this? Raw fish probably still warm from
fighting for its life.
And now I’m God knows how many feet above water
sitting on a two-seater bench held up by rusty ladders and staring down a piece
of glistening pink meat.
“You have to eat it, it’s a rite of passage.” He
offers the meat to my lips and I quickly turn my face away.
“I’m really not hungry.” As if the idea isn’t
enough to turn my stomach, watching him clean the fish before sectioning off
enough for lunch wasn’t much of an appetite builder.
“Of course you are.” He brings the piece to his
own mouth and takes a bite, closing his eyes with a moan as he chews.
I feel a rush of bile hit my throat, or maybe it’s
beer, either way it’s warm and it burns. “That’s disgusting.”
“You’re telling me you don’t like sushi?”
My eyes widen. Sawyer would say she’s never had
sushi. But Celia’s a different story. She ate a live cricket in the eighth
grade on a dare. She didn’t even flinch. “I like sushi, just not directly from
the…um…source.”
“Doesn’t get fresher than this.” He takes another
bite and I can’t deny that his response to eating it does give it some appeal.
“I think I need soy sauce or that green stuff.”
What’s it called?
“Just try it.”
“I really don’t want to.”
“Oh come on.” He smiles in that cute crooked way
that makes my heart dip and dive. “Live a little.”
I chew the inside of my mouth debating the
cost/benefit of taking a bite of this fresh-out-of-the-ocean fish. On one hand,
I’ll impress Aden. That in and of itself is worth the ick factor. But what if I
throw up all over his boat? Is the chance of impressing him worth totally
humiliating myself? I groan when I realize what I’m doing, exactly what I swore
I wouldn’t do. I’m making an internal pros and cons list. I close my eyes and
steel my resolve and my spine. Don’t think, just decide. I pop open my eyes
followed by my mouth.
“Yeah?” He stares at my parted lips.
I nod, hoping he’ll hurry before I change my mind.
Lifting the rose-colored flesh forward, he places
it between my teeth. It’s a small bite so I close my lips around his fingers
expecting him to pull away…but he doesn’t. For a moment I’m suspended in his
gaze, totally stuck while his hot fingers rest between my lips. This should be
grossing me out; after all, I watched him gut this fish with his bare hands and
to wash off all the blood he merely dipped them into the ocean. But all the
thoughts of raw fish and a stranger’s finger do nothing to stave off the warmth
blooming in my belly. My tongue pulls the meat deeper into my mouth, brushing
against the rough pad of his forefinger. He bites his lip but finally drops his
hand.
He watches intently while I chew and swallow.
“How was it?” His voice is low and gruff.
Lost in the heated moment, I barely tasted it.
“Good.”
His hand cups the back of my head and he pulls me
toward him, stopping just short of our lips touching. “I can’t fucking take
this anymore.” His breath is sawing in and out, bursting against my mouth with
impatience. “Let me.” It’s a demand, not a question.
A kiss. I don’t need to channel Celia or flip a
coin…I know what I want.
I lick my lips and close the slight distance between
us.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times bestselling author JB Salsbury spends her days
lost in a world of budding romance and impossible obstacles. Her love of good
storytelling led her to earn a degree in Media Communications. Since 2013 she
has published six bestselling novels in The Fighting Series and won a RONE
Award. JB Salsbury lives with her husband and two kids in Phoenix, Arizona
ABOUT THE BOOK
Title: WRECKED
Author: JB Salsbury
On Sale: July 18, 2017
Publisher: Forever
Trade Paperback: $13.99 USD
eBook: $3.99 USD
Audio: $24.98 USD
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