Cover Design: Cassy Roop, Pink Ink Designs
opposites attract. I never believed that until I met Abby.
Ivy League student, the eldest son of an affluent family, living a life of
luxury and rubbing elbows with D.C.’s elite. Sounds great, right? Too bad
prestige comes with a price.
expectations became too much, I decided to escape to the hills of West Virginia
with my best friend for a summer of fun, some R & R and a little white
water rafting. I wanted to lose myself in the outdoors, but instead found Abby.
A petite waitress and all around spitfire, she knocked me off my game, making me
want more than the casual, no strings attached relationships I was used to.
she’s not just another summer fling. She’s something that could last.
breathlessly, relaxing as I stare into the icy blue depths of his eyes.
it falls down my back, its ends swirling into the cool water. He continues
forward, bringing my back closer to the fall until I feel the spray from it on
my shoulders. He shoves his hands in my hair and crushes his lips to mine, his
tongue slipping into my mouth, exploring, tasting. Breaking our kiss, he tilts
my head back gently and I close my eyes. Cold water pours over my scalp and
down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His lips brush the base of my
throat and I gasp as his warm tongue glides over the sensitive skin of my neck.
He nips and licks at me while stroking me deliciously with his own arousal. The
chilling sensation of cool water rolling down my neck, mixed with the heat of
his mouth on my throat is intoxicating. All thoughts of keeping my hair dry are
long gone, replaced with pure ecstasy from Jacob’s touch.
from the waterfall and pulls my lips down to meet his, shifting my body so that
I’m no longer flush against him. I let out a disappointed sigh and he chuckles.
whispers in my ear. “This only gets better.” He slowly brushes his fingers down
my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my panties and teasing the edge with a
gentle tug. “I want to touch you,” he growls.
desire coursing through my veins. “Please, Jacob.”
my neck. “Please, what?” he teases as he hooks two fingers inside the elastic.
living in Ohio with her husband and two sons. She’s loved reading since
childhood and has always enjoyed creating characters and stories. She finds
inspiration everywhere: a song on the radio, a person she passes on the street,
a place she’s visited on vacation. She lets her imagination run wild and her
fingers do the typing.