Summer had returned to the coastal town of Sea Breeze, Alabama. The nightlife lit up with scantily clad sun-kissed bodies, live music, the smell of freshly cooked seafood.
Taking it all in he wondered if coming back had been the best thing. He wasn’t the same man who had driven out of town a year ago on the motorcycle he’d spontaneously bought after his best friend’s wedding. From the messy blond curls he’d let grow out to the tattoos now covering his arms, part of his chest and even the side of his neck, it all represented a part of his journey.
Eli Hardy was back, but he didn’t plan on staying for long.
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I slid off my heels and left them at the top of the stairs then headed down toward the sand below barefoot. The breeze was warm, so my arms weren’t chilled. Summer wasn’t officially here until the solstice, but in South Alabama, it had most definitely arrived.
The house was just a light in the distance when he finally spoke.
“Why did you do that?” he asked.
I lifted a shoulder to give a half shrug. Still no thank you. Not even the sound of gratitude. “You looked like you needed an escape.”
“I did,” he agreed.
“I was headed upstairs to escape myself. But I couldn’t ignore my hero mentality and let a poor guy get eaten alive by angry females.”
“Hmmm,” was his only response. What did that mean? And why did it have to sound so raspy and sexy? I should be annoyed by his lack of response. Not turned on by a deep husky rumble.
Back off Ophelia. Don’t go there. You already discussed this with yourself. He is off limits. Girl code unscripted or some shit. “I owe you one.” His voice and words surprising me. That was as close to a thank you I was going to get, but I’d take it. Besides if he was gushing over me and appreciative would I be as attracted to him? I knew that answer and I was going to pretend I didn’t. It made me sound shallow. I hated shallow. Needing to get out of my own head, I decided I’d do the small talk thing. Or attempt it with him.
“No, I think we are even now. I owed you one,” I told him. I felt his gaze on me then. Meeting that gaze was a stupid idea.
❤️ Moody and mysterious! Good guy Eli rides back into town as a broody, sexy, sad sack of a man with mystery surrounding him so thick it’s impossible to see the real guy behind all the changes. I didn’t read the previous stories in this series so I probably missed out on the good guy Eli that everyone loved. There was a glimpse in the beginning and it was kind of dark but I loved his interaction with Ophelia before he rode off to experience life and grow up. That appears to have been a bad idea. As his tragic mystery slowly unfolds he’s not the bad boy everyone thinks he is. I was confused by the suggestion that tattoos and a bad attitude made him a bad boy. Other than the dirty talking during the hot sex the only bad was his treatment of his wonderful family and friends as they tried to get to know the new Eli. He did grow on me as his love for Ophelia grew and he reconnected with his family. I really couldn’t get a bead on Ophelia other than her beauty. Her personality seemed to be all over the place but her love of family was stellar and her blossoming relationship with Eli along with her giving him the space he needed was wonderful. I didn’t get that she couldn’t figure out some of his past while they were naked and she had access to his tattoos that told the story of his time away. I wanted to know what his tattoos were all about! There were a lot of characters to keep up with in this story between his side and hers. Got a little confusing but for the most part the author did a good job of keeping us straight. I’ve read this author before and there’s something intriguing and different about her writing that I like but this story was not my favorite. I do look forward to Crimson’s story and I gather by the ending that hers might be next. Speaking of ending…good one. A little angsty but good resolve with a twist to Eli’s tragedy. Terrific cover!
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Abbi Glines is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, Field Party and Existence series. She never cooks unless baking during the Christmas holiday counts. She believes in ghosts and has a habit of asking people if their house is haunted before she goes in it. She drinks afternoon tea because she wants to be British but alas she was born in Alabama. When asked how many books she has written she has to stop and count on her fingers. When she’s not locked away writing, she is reading, shopping (major shoe and purse addiction), sneaking off to the movies alone, and listening to the drama in her teenagers lives while making mental notes on the good stuff to use later. Don’t judge.
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