Laugh, cry and fall in love in the newest standalone within the
Mathews Family Series.
Meet Ryan and Carrie Ann in
A Taste of Summer.
#SummerNeverTastedGood
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Most people know
Hollywood heartthrob, Ryan Summer, as Ryan, no last name required. But once
upon a time, he was just Summer to Carrie Ann—before a decade of blockbuster
hits skyrocketed his success into superstardom.
Summer was smart,
gorgeous, and cocky as hell. Nothing was out of his reach. Not even Carrie Ann
Lowell. He was the love of her life—until he shattered her heart. Their breakup
left more than a profound rift in her soul. It crushed her.
When Carrie Ann’s college
flame forces his way back into her life, his dirty-talking, bold self-assurance
re-ignites a passion she thought had long since been extinguished. Carrie Ann didn’t believe in second chances.
Not even for him.
No matter how deliciously tempting.
With sparks flying and hidden truths
unraveling, will Carrie Anne be able to deny her desires to save herself from
another heart break?
“Summer, are
you awake?” Scoffing at her own ridiculous question, she eased a hip onto the
edge of his mattress so she could reach him.
He stirred
restlessly, rearranging the arm above his head.
Carrie Ann
extended an arm, the flat of her hand hovered above his chiseled physique,
deciding where to touch him. The outline of muscular thigh bent to the side
beneath the silky fabric. Temptation, powerful in its force, pulled at her hand
like a magnet.
A shiver ran
through her.
Warily, she
touched her icy fingers his warm shoulder. “Summer?”
His eyes
jarred wide with alarm. Summer lunged upright, swiftly grasping onto her upper
arm. “Carrie Ann?”
“Yeah, it’s
me,” she croaked. A fine layer of perspiration spread across her skin,
dampening the thin material of her cotton tank top.
Mere inches
separated their faces. He looked bewildered, blinking repeatedly to see if she
was real. His hands wandered to the underside of her jaw, cupping her face. The
confusion in his eyes replaced with lust. His fingers delved into her thick
mane, gently clasping the base of her skull. The pressure felt divinely good.
“You came to
me?” Hope clouded his whisper. His moist breath, rough and strained, drifting
across her cheek on a billowy cloud.
Unable to
make a coherent sentence, she sat silent, panting and quaking from head to toe.
Her hands came to his arms, securing to his wrists, uncertain if she wanted to
hold them there or pull them away. Aspen scampered from her lap taking
ownership of his pillow.
Thunder
roared through the black sky in a long drawn-out rumble, delivering a strike of
lightning beyond his window. Her clammy fingers tugged at the dusting of dark hair
covering his wrists as she squeezed, digging her nails into the flesh.
Summer
dropped his forehead against hers. All the air pushed from his lungs in a deep,
disillusioned sound of sympathy.
“Christ.
It’s the lightning?” He drew her into his chest, arms closed around her,
stroking her hair and back. “Come here, Red.”
She nodded
weakly and went limp against him. Gripped by fear, her arms quaked violently,
curling around his shoulders. Carrie Ann shimmied to get closer. Summer held
her safe and secure, offering constant reassurance. “It’s okay. I’m right here.
I got you, Red.”
Over the
years, she’d tried cognitive behavioral techniques to calm her fear: soothing
massages, visualization exercises, talking herself through the panic, but
nothing calmed her nerves like the feeling of Summer’s embrace.
Clutching
her shoulders, he coaxed her a few inches from his body. “You want to climb in
here with me?”
Glimpsing
downward at the sheet pooled around his very naked hips, she shook her head
hotly. Her breathing slowly began to regulate, anxiously waiting for the next
strike. She trembled from head to toe, peeling her nails from the muscles
flanking his spine. “W…will you come sit with me in the living room?”
“Sure.”
Fisting the
covers, he moved around her and stepped out of bed. Naked. Staring straight
ahead, her lips parted releasing a small gasp, completely mesmerized by the
sight of him, semi erect getting harder before her eyes. A shiver tingled up
her spine, feeling the ghost of his hand slipping firmly into the mass of hair
at her nape. She knew she should look away, but loneliness left her yearning
for comfort.
Taking
notice of her fascination, he paused. A quirk ticked the corner of his mouth.
Summer caressed the side of her face, pinching her chin between his finger and
thumb. Her mouth willingly opened a little wider.
“It’s not
like you haven’t seen it before,” Summer repeated her words.
His voice
slipped over her like the comfort of a favorite blanket, pulling a faint groan
from her throat. Begrudgingly, she flicked her eyes upward finding his, but
only for a moment. Her gaze dropped to the thick, jutting column protruding
from a perfectly trimmed nest of dark hair. Twinges of need stabbed at her
core, her chest needled with warning, and her mouth watered.
A flash of
lightning weaved across the sky, slamming to the ground. The thunder ricocheted
throughout her body. Summer pulled her to her feet and into his arms. The hot,
solid length of him, rested against her abdomen with only a thin barrier of
cotton between them.
“Your
choice, Red. Would you like me to get dressed? Or if you’d prefer I can undress
you. We can lay wherever you’d like. In front of the fire, my bed, your bed,
the couch, the kitchen table...Hmm? It’s your call.”
The double
question struck low in her abdomen, wickedly fingering a pleasure cord as if
plucking pizzicato on a cello. The internal vibration wracked her head and heart
in confusion. She’d built a barricade around her heart, safeguarding her raw
emotions. Being near him the last few days chipped away at the armor. She
didn’t know what she wanted. That’s a
lie, Carrie Ann Lowell. You know exactly where you want him. As she
instinctually licked her lips, she could feel the look of torment etching over
her face. Her heart felt as if it were sitting on the stump outside waiting to
be chopped in two, but her fucking vagina was ready to give the acceptance
speech of a lifetime. I’d like to accept
this penis…
He spoke
into the curve of her scalp. “Let me throw some pants on and we’ll go lay on
the couch. Okay?”
She nodded
hotly, staying right beside him as he stepped into his walk-in closet.
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About the Author:
#1 Bestselling Author, Beverly Preston has been a stay at
home mom for 21 years, although she prefers the title Domestic Engineer. Along
the way, Beverly worked side by side with her husband Don, the love of her
life, designing, building and selling custom homes. As her children begin to
venture out on their own, she’s left to shed a tear—for a minute—wonder what’s
next in life, and embrace the feeling of empowerment that surely must’ve been
wrapped in a present she received on her fortieth birthday.
If Beverly isn’t at home riding her spin bike, you’ll find
her spinning richly emotional and sinfully sexy romance stories.
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