The day is finally here, my 10th book is available for purchase.
So… do you want to know more about Ty Butler?
Catching the one that got away could be the ultimate ride
Wild Crush, Book 1
Champion surfer Ty Butler is living the dream—a great career, a globe-trotting lifestyle, and his pick of women. Then a visit to his hometown forces him to face Summer Campbell.
A decade on, she still gives him an adrenaline rush to beat the biggest waves. She’s also as unavailable as ever, or so he thinks. When the truth comes out, Ty decides it’s time to lay old ghosts to rest—and lay Summer flat out in bed.
Ten years ago Summer committed the ultimate sin by falling for her sister’s boyfriend. She rejected Ty’s love out of duty, even marrying another man in an attempt to move on. An attempt that failed. She never forgot Ty—or the havoc loving him wreaked in her life.
Her body wants to finish what they started long ago. Her head tells her she can indulge in a wicked affair with no regrets. But when the pro-surfing tour inevitably calls him away, her heart could crumble like a sandcastle beneath his feet.
Warning: Book contains hot sex with a hot surfer. Might warm your heart and heat up a few other parts, as well. Might even inspire you to chuck it all in and chase the endless summer.
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His voice was so close to her ear it was all Summer could do to stifle a yelp. She hadn’t thought about how cramped the two of them would be in the tiny kitchenette that was barely large enough for her and Penny to inhabit at one time. She tried not to look at him as she handed him the green box, even though she could feel his attention fixed on the side of her face.
Don’t be ridiculous, Summer. She had to look at him or risk giving the impression she was afraid to do it. She turned her eyes upward until they met his. Ignoring the little kick her heart gave, she cleared her throat. “You drink peppermint tea?”
His lips twitched and his hazel eyes sparkled. “It’s for my mum.”
“Oh.” There was something inherently sweet about Ty—world-champion surfer, man’s man, ladies’ man, and all-round risk-taking rogue—running errands for his mother. Summer’s insides melted a little.
Okay, a lot.
“And for the record, I think you’re pretty damn conspicuous,” Ty said. “People notice you, Sum. I notice you. I always have.”
Summer’s head spun, both in reaction to his softly rasped words and his nearness. Belatedly she realized she was still clutching the box of tea which Ty held in his upturned hand. The smell of peppermint wafted between them, adding piquancy to the familiar earthy scent of Ty. The air seemed to crackle with electricity. Summer couldn’t tear her gaze from his.
Ty’s whiskey-warm eyes continued to hold hers as he took the tea from her grip and tossed it onto the table. He lifted a hand and touched two fingertips to her cheek, stroking along her cheekbone, lightly, as though reacquainting himself with the softness of her skin.
Then he turned her so they aligned breast to chest. Summer dared not breathe, lest her hardening nipples scrape his pecs and give her away.
“I’m going to kiss you, Sum,” he announced matter-of-factly, causing hot swirls of anticipation to churn in her belly. “Not because I’m proving some point, but because I want to. And because you want me to.”
Given the warning, nobody could describe this kiss as a surprise. But the touch of his lips on hers was a jolt to Summer’s system all the same. Ty brushed his mouth over hers, teasing her lips apart before slowly wetting them with the tip of his tongue. Summer moaned, the sound strangled. Ty responded by dipping his tongue into her mouth, too briefly, before drawing back and nibbling on her lower lip.
Summer’s hands went to his shoulders, and the corded strength beneath her fingers made her tremble in an innately feminine way. He was strong, so much stronger than he used to be. And he kissed even better than she remembered. There was no escaping his grasp, had she possessed the fortitude to try. So Summer allowed herself a moment of surrender. She tilted her head back and let her lips fall apart, an invitation no man could miss.