Rebecca Michaels has finally grown tired of her monotonous life and is ready to make a drastic change. Now that her daughter, Charlie, is away at college, there has never been a more perfect time to make it happen.
Packing up and leaving behind all she's ever known, she eagerly ventures out in search of what the world, outside of this dull town, has in store for her.
When she first encounters Andrew Chambers, a mysteriously sexy and seemingly wealthy stranger, she doesn't think she will ever stand a chance with someone like him. Little does she know just how wrong she is or how fierce an attraction the two of them would immediately share. Although, lavish attention and on-demand orgasms are not something she's going to complain about, the speed and intensity with which Andrew pursues her is almost more than she can handle.
Rebecca Michaels wanted an adventure, but the one that awaits her isn't necessarily what she had in mind.
Drew drives us up the
coast. The views are astonishing. I thought he wouldn't be taking us far, but
it seems I was wrong. About an hour goes by and he finally pulls off of the
road. It doesn't look like much to me. “What are we doing?” I ask.
“We are going to go to
a scenic spot, as I said. But it's a little further up the hill. We will have
to walk from here. You might want to put your other shoes back on.” I frown. I
don't want to put those things back on. My feet are happy being out of shoes. I
take a deep breath and let out a sigh.
Reaching into the back
seat, I find my shoes and socks. They are still sweaty. Note to self…bring extra socks next time. “Ugh. This is gross.” He
laughs a little. Scrunching up my face in disgust, I pull on my sweaty socks
and I just want to gag. It feels so nasty. I get my shoes on and look at him, all
gorgeous and perfect. It's not fair.
“Come. I'm excited for
you to see this.”
My brain lingers on
that first word for a moment. Get your
mind out of the gutter, Becca.
We head up the hill and
through the trees, hand-in-hand. It makes me smile. I follow his lead around
rocks and limbs. I can hear the ocean below. It sounds so serene and beautiful.
The sound seems to get closer as we continue on. About twenty minutes into our
little hike, the trees seem to part and there before me is the most magical
view. My breath hitches. “Oh my. This is absolutely breathtaking.”
Out of the corner of my
eye, I can see that he is looking at me and not the scene before us. I want to
look at him, but I can't take my eyes off of the view. “How did you ever find
this?” I vaguely hear him smile. At least, I think that's what it was.
“I came across it on
one of my hikes. I sometimes hike off the path and this is what I found. I come
here once in a while to relax or think. No one ever bothers me here.” I tear my
eyes away from the view to look for a spot to sit and maybe a tree to lean back
Drew sees what I'm
looking for so he ushers me over to a spot and we sit down together. It’s the perfect spot. He puts his arm around me
and pulls me in close. I fight the urge to rest my head on his chest because I
don't want to skew my view. Instead, I place my hand on his leg and just lean
in. “Thank you for bringing me here. It's perfect,” I whisper.
“The pleasure is all
After what seems like
hours, I think my butt has fallen asleep so I shift. Yep, it's numb and tingly.
Ouch. I grimace and lean over and rub
it. Drew looks down at me with a grin. “Problem?”
I look up at him with a
scrunched up nose. “Er. Yeah. My butt's asleep and it hurts.”
He chuckles. “Well, we
can't have that now, can we? Do you need help waking it up?” he says with a
wicked smirk. I roll my eyes at him, although the thought of him rubbing my
backside does sound appealing.
“Maybe not this time.
Walking back to the truck should help get some life back into it.” He stands
and offers his hand to help me up. I take it and he pulls me into his arms and
kisses me deeply. There's nothing like his touch to make me forget everything.
I snake my arms around his neck and pull him in tighter. Our lips part and our
tongues find each other once again. A little moan escapes me as our tongues
find a rhythm. It suddenly hits me that I do not want to have sex on a first
date...or maybe even on the second date. I have to stop this kiss or I will be
having sex here in the bushes, with a numb butt, in broad daylight.
I pull away, panting
and breathless, stepping back several feet. He is in the same state I'm in, but
he seems a little confused. “Sorry,” I say. “If we continue like that, I might
end up doing things I'm not quite ready to do. I just don't think sex on the
first date is my cup of tea.” He smiles and steps towards me like he wasn't
done. I hold out my arm to stop his approach. His smile gets wider. Oh my. He's
so fucking gorgeous.
“Did you hear what I
said?” I ask firmly. Drew continues to approach me. “I'm serious, Drew. Do I
need to go get my pepper spray?” I question, only half joking.
He stops, arms up as if
to surrender. “Okay. I'll stop…for now. But I can tell that you want more.”
I flush. “Maybe so, but
not tonight. Not on a first date. I'm not a tramp.”
“I wouldn't think any
less of you, but I can feel this pull between us. It's not a normal feeling
people have and you are an extraordinary woman. There is no way I could ever
think of you as a tramp.”
I smile shyly. “Thank
you, but I would still feel better if we waited, at least until tomorrow,” I
He raises his eyebrows,
and then twists his expression to a wicked one. My core twitches at the thought
of what he could do to me. I raise an eyebrow at him. We laugh and head back to
the Hummer, hand-in-hand. As has become customary, he opens the door for me and
I settle in. I watch his smooth movements as he walks around to his side. He
hops in and starts the truck, getting the air blowing. He looks over at me with
a look on his face. Frustration?
“Tomorrow, huh?” he
teases, and we chuckle again.
“Well, I can't give you
all the goods in one day, Mr. Chambers. I have to give you something to look
forward to. Thrill of the chase and all that.” He grins and leans over to kiss
me again, just a quick one this time.
“Oh, I think there is
plenty to look forward to, Ms. Michaels. Plenty.” With a childish grin on his
face, he puts his arm across the back of my seat and turns to look out the back
window to back out. He pulls out of the lot and we head back to the interstate.
Jenna Tyler was born and raised in South/Central Florida. Currently
residing in Texas, she loves spending time with her fur-baby, Roxy…and
sometimes her kids (when they behave). She enjoyed writing poems as a teenager, but
didn’t become an avid reader until…Twilight. She became obsessed and her
passion for reading led to stories and characters nagging at her. Then a friend
suggested she write it out and now is releasing her debut novel.