Synopsis
Erin Evans is the kind of girl no guy
wants to be in a relationship with. She’s controlling and never backs down when
she thinks she’s right.
Knowing this, and rightfully fearing her
last few years in her twenties will be like the last five, she looks for some
adventure.
That’s when her best friend convinces
her to go on vacation with her to the Bahamas.
On the land of white sand, coconut rum,
and a cloudless sky, what she never expects is to meet Tyler Weston, a local
bar tender with a sweet tongue for the pretty girls. He’s tattooed,
entertaining, and living the dream in paradise as he sets her drinks and world
on fire.
As the moon lights the city, Erin
unexpectedly becomes infatuated with Tyler and his bartending skills when he
offers her a challenge to try his Black Magic drink.
With a mission to now try every drink on
the menu, one night she can barely remember turns into two weeks of exciting
possibilities she never saw coming.
Can Erin put aside her cynical side and
let the dirty mouthed bartender show her what island life is really like?
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Excerpt
“Sounds like you have it all figured out, don’t you?”
A satisfied smile crossed his face. “Uh-huh.”
“I bet you have a dirty mouth, too?”
By the look on his face, it was fairly obvious he was about to say
something dirty. “Sweetheart, you’d be surprised what that mouth can get me and
what it can do for you.”
“Wow.” I threw my head back. “You’re so fucking arrogant.”
“Arrogance is a blessing.”
“How so?”
“No matter what you say” — he winked — “you want a man with confidence.”
He had me there.
A raucous burst of laughter brought me out of my island boy
trance.
I brought the glass to my lips, finishing my drink, and watched a group
of intoxicated girls grind on each other. Next to them, there was a group of
men watching, drooling, and then taking them home.
“A girl really did a shot off a guy’s dick?”
Tyler grinned and held up the bottle of tequila in one hand, the other
one undoing his belt buckle. “Wanna try?”
“Oh, uh.” I swallowed, and I thought he sensed maybe I wasn’t drunk
enough for that, but it did sound appealing to me. I wouldn’t mind putting my
mouth on him for sure, the thought tempting, even if I just envisioned it in my
mind.
Before I had a lot of time to think about it, Tyler looked around the
bar. It was empty for the most part, so he patted the bar. “Hop up here, city
girl.”
“On the bar?”
He raised an eyebrow, setting the bottle of tequila on the bar and then
placing two limes and salt beside it. “Yeah, what the fuck does ‘hop up here’
mean in city terms?”
“All right, let’s do it.” I gave a nod, as if to prepare myself.
“Off my dick?” You couldn’t miss the eagerness in his voice.
“Uh, no. Something else.”
I jumped slightly when his hands touched
my exposed knees, pulling them apart. He then grabbed the salt shaker and made me get on the bar. He moved between
my legs, putting his hands on my thighs again. With a firm grip he slid me
forward and stood so his chest was in line with mine, so close I could finally
smell him. He smelled like summer, warm sand, rum and cologne, fresh and clean.
He let go of me and then drew back far enough that he could raise his
hands to pull his T-shirt over his shoulders. Goddamn, was he muscular and tanned.
Dark markings scattered his chest and arms with what appeared to be about
twenty or thirty different tattoos. I didn’t have a single tattoo, and the
thought of getting even one terrified me. But part of me was really excited
right then because now I knew he didn’t have a cat’s ass on his stomach. I
could work with this.
I snuck a peek at his body again, just one more and proudly noticed him
doing the same thing.
Oh yeah, I could definitely work with this.
We stared at each other for a moment, Zac Brown Band bellowing through
the bar.
I was fairly modest in my attempt at a body shot and did one off his
neck. Licking his soft but rough skin, I took my shot and then sucked on the
lime in my hand. He said nothing, showed no real reaction other than his arms
tensing when I licked his neck.
We sat there, staring at each other.
It was his turn.
Slowly he bent down to my neck, his lips on my collar bone, but he didn’t
stay there. He surprised me when he moved lower, and lower. When he reached my
thighs, he slowly spread them apart, his thumbs on my inner thighs, just inches
above my knees.
I moaned, tossing my head back. “Of course you’d do that.”
He looked up at me, his head between my legs. “Nice panties.”
“Stop looking.”
I went to close my legs, but he caught them in his firm grip, prying
them apart. “I don’t think so. You owe me.”
His mouth moved in, closer, and
then closer. The heat from his breath and the humidity had me sweating like
crazy. No way did I want his mouth down there. I tried to pull him up by his
shoulders, but he knocked my hands away and shook his head.
With his mouth on my left thigh,
he slowly licked a trail upward until his nose hit the bottom of my dress.
Drawing back just slightly, he reached beside him for the salt, sprinkling it
over the path his tongue had just made. Reaching up he placed the lime in my
mouth.
Is
he serious?
Yep. Looks like it.
I took the lime, willingly. He
grabbed the shot and lowered himself once more between my legs. Wanting to
tease him, and maybe torture myself, I spread my legs a little farther apart.
He smiled, his eyes a little
darker as his hair fell in his face. Nothing was being said, but this was by
far the sexiest shot I’d ever experienced.
With absolutely no hesitation,
he licked the path he made with the salt, his tongue flat and wet against my
overly heated skin. The sensation shot through my body, causing me to jump on
contact. He noticed and gripped my thighs a little tighter, holding me still.
Pulling away, he threw his head
back and took the shot, and then brought himself to my mouth. At some point I
had bitten down on the lime; the juice squeezed down my chin and neck. Licking
my neck, then chin, capturing the juices, he then took the lime, smiling the
entire time.
Our lips never touched, and I was
sadly disappointed. I wanted to kiss him.
He
leaned toward me and brought his lips to my ear. “Now imagine that…higher….” His
left hand, which was on my thigh, still moved higher until the pad of his thumb
was between my legs. He stroked his thumb over my clit, separated from his skin
by the thin wetness of my panties, with just enough pressure that I wanted to
scream and then shove his entire hand up there. To say my body was now officially more
liquefied than the drinks that this delicious looking bartender served to his
customers would be the biggest understatement of the night. I needed him as
much as I needed my next breath. Praying that this night ended the way I’d
envisioned because this ache wasn’t going to go away on its own.
My Review: 4 1/2
What a great story and beginning to the series by Chelsea. I loved that Erin let go of her preconceived notions of how she should be. She just went with whatever her heart told her to. Then she met Tyler, and he just took everything to an entire new level. Erin, had gone on vacation with her girlfriend Natalie and her new fiance, Gunner. Erin knew she was a third wheel, so went on to have her own adventure. Little did she know that adventure would end up changing everything about her life as she knew it. Not to mention the changes that would occur for Natalie. Yeah, things change for everyone while on that vacation. Some for the better, some not. I'm not going to go into details, but this is a really good book. I absolutely loved the changes that Erin made in her life for the better. I also loved the ending of the book, perfection. Erin and Tyler really were made for each other. I laughed out loud when they were both thinking of the same thing. But I do have to give Tyler credit for making the first move. I can't wait for the next one to come out so I can find out more about Erin and Tyler, but Natalie and Nathan as well.
Other novels by Chelsea Landon
Something Worth Saving
It was one night, one fate and something
tragic destroying something beautiful.
Heavy sheets of smoke curling and
rolling together constricting my visions of this life I had.
You see that there?
That wrenching pain in your gut knowing
not everything as it seems?
Look closer. That nervous energy you now
have, stumbling over words you can’t say, a voice muffled under a mask, a
moaning plea to be saved, slurred words on the tip of your tongue, there’s the
something tragic.
When I have nothing left to give,
nothing left to say, it’s him that brings me back to the moment, in the arms of
my firefighter, the warmth of his heart and body, struggling to save his
family.
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Just Enough
Coming Summer 2014
I want out of this town.
I want to leave and never look back.
He doesn’t knock when he comes in, he
never needs to. He knows, as well as I do, my door is always open, waiting.
I crave him. I do. He knows this, I
think, I know, and I believe he craves me too. Why else would he come back?
It’s his determination and his will that
gets me. That determination keeps me waiting for him in a dreary bay. I’ve
always heard my friends say they wanted the rich guy to take them out of this
small town that seems to hold us all captive.
Lincoln wasn’t that guy. At first look,
he’s a fisherman, married to the sea and weighted by her waves.
Who is he to me?
He’s someone who gives just enough.
He shows me a different way of thinking.
A way to give more than just enough.
Author Info
A stay-at-home mom, Chelsea spends her
days drinking entirely too much caffeine, baking sugar-sweet treats she never
eats, playing on Pinterest, and jotting down notes for her novels. A dreamer at
heart, she’s been creating happily-ever-afters. She’s a lover, a writer, a
dreamer, would rather type than speak, wants to remember everything, loves lots
of ice in her drinks, and is slightly introverted.
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