Love Unplugged is FREE today and tomorrow (May 17th & 18th!) Make this contemporary romance short story your weekend read. There’s secrets, a second chance, and a handsome hero!
Wannabe song writer Beretta Jones doesn’t have all the answers. Struggles are a part of her normal routine, regrets another. She let go of her dreams, and she loves a man out of reach. When the guy she craves asks for help, she should have said no. Her budding friendship tests all her boundaries, and her heart is danger of falling deeper in love with him.
Beretta is in hiding, keeping her biggest secret. This wasn’t how she envisioned her life, but she tries desperately to move forward. Yet life is tricky. Pieces of her heart won’t ever mend. As she settles into a normal routine, fate throws her another curve ball…and his name is Rhys Lennox. Will he prove that he loves her deeper than a love song?
Author Note: This is a short read, intended for a lazy afternoon with the beverage of your choice. Readers of my novella, Second Chances, may enjoy the past and present style. Happy reading…
“Rhys? Dinner is ready.”
Frowning, I headed out of the kitchen. I smacked into something warm and solid.
Instant tingles networked my skin. My lungs worked harder to push the air in and out, nearly incapacitating me. My palms sweated buckets; my upper lip beaded with perspiration. Before my brain registered shock, my hands were sliding over wet, freshly showered skin, pulling him closer.
God, he smelled so good. I think my tongue slipped out my lips and I tasted him.
Shit, shit, shit! I just licked him. I swear I couldn’t help myself. Wasn’t this the natural response for most women who ended up in the arms of their deepest man-crush? I mentally shrugged. I didn’t think so either.
I am crazy.
I did what any woman would do—I pushed out of his arms. “Jesus H. Christ, Rhys! What the heck, dude?” Maybe insulting him and the Man upstairs would reset my boundaries.
He had the audacity to grin. “Did you just lick me?”
I raised my chin, glaring. “In your dreams, buddy.”
Still grinning, he said, “I have awesome dreams.”
Rhys leaned against the wall, looking all fresh and firm. His skin glistened with beads of water, and his washboard stomach was sculpted ridges of beauty.
I would not look down. I would not look down.
I looked down. A towel was firmly tucked around his lean hips. If I tugged it loose, I’m sure I’d receive an early Christmas present. I wasn’t into porn, but I wanted to climb the pony and scream like a three-dollar hooker.
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