Sinfully Summer
By: Aimee Duffy
Blurb
SUN, SEA
AND SCANDAL
Notorious
heiress Alexa Green has certainly been enjoying her most recent girls-holiday
in Marbella. Just as we thought, she’s been knocking back the cocktails and
showing off her fabulous bikini body on the beach… but rumour has it she’s also
been spotted sneaking out of Enrique Castillo’s penthouse in the early hours of
this morning – in nothing but her underwear! Our question is, doesn’t this
fiercely private billionaire know what he’s letting himself in for?
He’s got
the millions… and she knows how to spend them! So lie back on your sun lounger
and get comfortable, because this summer fling is going to be a sizzler!
Excerpt
Adrenaline
roared through her veins. This was her only chance. Pushing away from the wall,
she rounded the lift, desperately seeking an escape. She barely noticed the
plush furnishings, soft-looking leather sofas and floor to ceiling window which
showcased the most spectacular view she’d ever seen. Instead she focused on the
walls surrounding the elevator.
‘Are you
lost?’
The heavily
accented voice froze her to the spot. She darted a glance toward the sound.
Dark brows furrowed over the richest coloured eyes she’d seen. His gaze swept
over the length of her body, then up, lingering on her rear for a beat too
long. Her skin tingled under his scrutiny.
Turning her
whole body to face him, she slapped a hand on her hip. ‘Had a good enough
look?’
His lips
quirked in a sexy, lopsided grin. The jitters were back and Alexa swore the
temperature in the room shot up ten degrees. Her gaze dropped to his broad
shoulders, covered in a thin white t-shirt, then down to a well filled chest.
She could see a dark pattern beneath the t-shirt. She longed to find out what
kind of tattoo he had. Usually, tats didn’t do it for her. But on that body…
‘I could
ask you the same thing.’
She snapped
her attention back to his face. He stepped toward her, his jaw set, his eyes
dancing with humour and something darker…something that made her blood heat and
her mouth water.
Alexa
raised her arm, palm out. ‘Hold it there, Mr. Any closer and I’ll scream.’
He paused
by the sofa. Propping his hip against the cream leather, he folded his arms
across his chest, causing the muscles to bulge. The moisture drained from her
mouth and flooded in her belly.
‘No one’s
here to hear you.’ He cocked a brow. ‘You seem to be forgetting where you are
and,’ his gaze dipped down to her breasts causing the nipples to peak against
the lacy fabric ‘how underdressed.’
Alexa
thought this moment would have topped the blush scale. She planted her other
hand on her hip and glared at him, unwilling to show any weakness. ‘I’m just
leaving.’
She turned
and strode back to the lift, keeping her back straight and trying not to wiggle
her hips too much. The predatory sheen in his eyes made her body more jittery
than the idea of sprinting around the lower floor in her underwear. She reached
out to hit the button, but a large hand circled her wrist before she made it.
Alexa
squeaked and darted back a step. He was so close, and his chest was right in
her face. She could see the dark outline of the tattoo beneath the thin cotton.
The outline of a burning sun, she thought, or something that looked like a sun.
Her hands itched to lift the material and see for herself.
‘I’m up
here.’
She snapped her gaze back
up to his smirking face and took another step back. His lips kicked up at the
corners and his eyes darkened. She swallowed against the urge to step closer,
to feel his hard
body pressed against hers. But she realised she was in little more than her bra
and knickers in a stranger’s home. Unease skittered down her spine.
Alexa
squared her shoulders, trying to quash the fear turning her heated blood into
cold sludge. ‘I’m leaving now.’
‘After you
explain what you’re doing in my home in your undergarments.’
‘Undergarments?’ Alexa pressed her lips
together to keep a giggle at bay. ‘Seriously?’
Author Info
About me (snooze—can you tell I hate
the me stuff? Lol)
For as long as I can remember, I've
had a good book in my hands. In primary school I loved Roald Dahl. In high
school my English teacher introduced me to Charles Dickens, Stephen King, Jane
Austin, Emily Bronte, and Shakespeare. It was then that I discovered my love
for romance and I've wanted to pen my own imaginary heroes and heroines for
others to enjoy ever since. Only in the last few years was I lucky enough to
meet some fabulous and encouraging people to help me gain the skills to make
that dream possible.
I live in sunny Scotland in a small
town near the Ochils and work nine to five in a solicitors office. In my free
time, you'll find me on Facebook, stalking *cough* following friends on
Twitter, and may even catch me shoe shopping.
Feel free to follow me on:
I've had many a crazy summer!
ReplyDeleteI'd love to learn more about Aimee Duffy, since we share the same first name! :)
Thanks for posting!
ReplyDeleteHi Aimee, what a cool name huh? :) I'm never off Twitter, pop over and say hello.
Of course!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for hosting today!
ReplyDeleteNot sure if it counts, but kissing your fav rockstar (on your birthday in September) might just qualify as a sinful summer Although I did ask his permission first lol.
ReplyDeleteSounds fun I look forward to reading it
ReplyDeleteNot enough!
ReplyDeleteHmm yes I would have to say when I was younger I may have had one of those summers lol
ReplyDeleteSummer hasn't really started for us here yet...but hopefully I will do! =)
ReplyDeleteNo , I haven't' had a sinful summer.
ReplyDeleteI always try to put a little SIN in my summer!
ReplyDeleteNo , I haven't' had a sinful summer.
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