by Natasha Boyd
Published June 4th 2013
An orphaned, small-town, southern girl, held hostage by responsibility and self-doubt.
A Hollywood A-list mega-star, on the run from his latest scandal and with everything to lose.
A chance encounter that leads to an unlikely arrangement and epic love affair that will change them both forever.
When his co-star and real-life girlfriend is caught cheating on him with her married and much older director, A-list hottie, Jack Eversea, finds himself in sleepy Butler Cove, South Carolina. Jack hopes the sultry southern heat in this tiny coastal Lowcountry town will hide him not only from the tabloids and his cheating girlfriend, but his increasingly vapid life and the people who run it. He doesn’t count on meeting Keri Ann Butler.
Keri Ann has relied on herself so long, dealing with her family’s death and the responsibilities of keeping up her family's historic mansion, that boys and certainly the meager offering of eligible boys in Butler Cove, have never figured into her equation. But fate has other plans. Suddenly face to face with the man who played the movie role of her favorite fictional character, Jack has Keri Ann yearning for everything she has previously avoided ... and Jack must decide whether this funny, sassy girl is worth changing his life for, before his mistakes catch up to him.
TEASER (18+):
Jack’s lips were warm and soft next to the
rough skin of his chin, and I drew closer to him like a magnet, needing to
press my body, my skin, against his. But there were two layers of fabric
between us, and I became aware of the cool press of his wet t-shirt.
“You need to take this off,” I managed. My
voice sounded raspy to my own ears as I made to lift the fabric.
He let go of me and reached behind his
neck. Gathering a handful of shirt, he peeled it forward over his head.
My breath left me as I came face to chest
with his perfectly sculpted body. The firelight played across his skin and his
flexed abdominal muscles as he leaned back on his haunches slightly to lay the
shirt out by the fire.
Without thinking, I brought the flat of my
hand up to the center of his chest below his collarbone. His skin was cool to
the touch and smooth.
He stilled where he was, leaning slightly
away from me on his knees and brought his eyes to mine.
I very slowly ran my palm down over the
ridges and planes of his chest, pausing for a moment when I noticed the hard
beat of his heart. His eyes got darker and broodier as my hand continued it’s
slow journey downward. His breathing changed, as did my own in response. My
eyes dropped to follow my hand as it reached the belt buckle of his black
jeans.
“You should take these off, too.” My words
came out as a whisper.
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