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by: Tamara Mataya
Publication: Swoon Romance (Dec. 2, 2014)
ASIN: B00P6ZAL4O
Length: 156 pages
Genres: Erotica, Romance
Blurb:
Leilani's plan was simple: Return for her father's wedding, housesit for the happy couple while they went on their honeymoon, then get the hell outta dodge. She'd thought the worst thing would be returning to the town she grew up in (and despised). She was wrong.
A flashflood hits the small town, stranding Fighterfighter, Ryan, and a few strangers at the local bar. Worst of all, Leilani, his old high school rival -- and last night's scorching one-night-stand -- is one of the people stuck in the bar. With waters rising, they need to stick together and wait for rescue.
The power grid's knocked out, and cell phones aren't working. When the others panic and leave, Leilani and Ryan are left alone in the dark. Fortunately, words aren't necessary to keep the former rivals warm. But when they're forced to leave their refuge, they must cooperate to navigate the flood ravaged town and reach safety.
Rising waters bring them closer together. Rising tempers might tear them apart.
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A “heavenly flower” watched him from across
the room. Ryan felt the weight of her gaze on him before checking her out more
subtly in the mirror behind the small hotel bar. Was it really Leilani, though?
By the time he turned to check for sure, she was gone. He shook his head and
took another sip of his beer. He tugged at his collar and sent a little hatred
at weddings in general. This one wasn’t terrible, less showy than most, though
he still had to wear stiff, formal clothes.
Not that his turnouts were comfortable, but
at least there was a point to his work gear; it protected him from fires.
Nothing protected him from the small talk of the people around him. Yes, it was
a nice wedding. Yes, it was amazing how they’d managed to make the room “their
own” with only some crepe paper and balloons. No, he wasn’t seeing anyone. Yes,
the cucumber sandwiches were delicious. Yes, Mildred’s hat was lovely. No, he
wasn’t in a firefighter’s calendar. Yeah, he got the joke about his “pole.” Yes,
he was single. No, he wasn’t interested in being set up on a blind date.
He didn’t begrudge good people good things,
but it was like life was rubbing his face in the fact he hadn’t found anyone
since Melanie had left him just over a year ago. He’d found a lot of someone’s since her, but a relationship
wasn’t something for him. Hell, even Melanie had gotten married.
To the bastard she cheated on him with.
He took another swig of beer, wishing he
was somewhere quieter.
He’d met Kyle “Spence” Spencer, four years
ago at the twelve-week training program to be a firefighter, and they’d been
buddies ever since. They’d saved each other’s lives a couple times, and he was
the reason Ryan was sitting in dress pants, dress shirt, and a tie that felt
like it was choking him. Ironically, Spence had left his dad’s wedding early to
go back to the station, refusing Ryan’s offer to go for him, knowing Ryan had
just come off working two twenty-four hour shifts with only ten hours in
between. The flu going around was kicking their station in the teeth, and they
couldn’t wait until they were only working fifty-six hours a week again.
So here he was at the Spencer wedding.
And—duh—that “flower” he’d thought he’d seen. Yeah, it had to be Leilani.
Spence’s little sister wouldn’t have missed her father’s nuptials. They just
looked so different.
Kyle’s sister. His buddy Kyle’s little
sister. His co-worker and buddy Kyle’s off-limits little sister. He hadn’t seen
her since he graduated high school—two classes ahead of her—but oh, how she’d
grown up.
Still, Spence’s sister was off-limits, even
though he’d known her since she was a varsity cheerleader, and he’d been the
star quarterback, adored by everyone. He’d played football because he was good
at it and it was an easy ride—not because he really loved the game. He’d gotten
a full scholarship to college, but had no interest in going pro. He’d wanted to
do something with his life. Not like it had done him any good in the present.
He was still going home to an empty house—
unless he took someone warm and wild home
with him. If Leilani wasn’t his best friend’s sister, they’d be in his truck
now.
Instead, he sat watching happy couples do
the chicken dance. It was definitely time to go. He hadn’t expected to have a
family at this point, but he’d thought at twenty-six he’d have found the woman
he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It certainly hadn’t been Melanie,
no matter how badly he’d wanted it to be.
He slid from his stool. Hard work and hot
sex were all he wanted. Screw marriage and commitment. They just complicated
things. He was good at no strings. He was good at setting a woman’s senses on
fire with pleasure and fine with the one-and-done kind of mindless sex.
And maybe that was all he was good for.
Tamara Mataya is currently a librarian; she lurked there for so long recommending books to patrons and shushing people, that she suspects they only hired her so it would be less creepy. Now she's armed with a name tag, and a thin veneer of credibility. She's also a musician with synaesthesia - which isn't an issue until someone plays a wrong note, which makes her want to squirm inside out. It makes for a good live show.Follow her:
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