Happy Spring!

Here in Virginia, we're currently swimming in pollen and bouncing between freezing nights and sweaty days. So fun! It's 93 and humid as the devil's taint today, so I'm staying in and reading this sexy little freebie from Eve London. If I'm going to get all hot anyway, this is how I wanna do it!

Get that e-reader ready!

It's a brand-new freebie from Eve London!

Life’s supposed to be a beach when you own a private island that caters to exclusive, intimate destination weddings. But when Finley shows up, the sister of the bride nearly knocks me on my ass with her killer smile and dangerous curves. After one night together there’s no way I’m letting her go without proving I’m her very own happily ever after.

If shameless banter and blazing hot insta-love make you melt… sit back and relax with Life’s A Beach. You won’t regret it!

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Charlotte

I know the world is still turning around us. It has to be. But on this tiny section of beach, everything comes to a standstill as Nate tucks my hair behind my ear, brushing my cheek with his thumb. 

I’m a practical person. A skeptic of the highest order. I don’t believe in fate or true love or that our lives are anything other than a blip in the cosmic totality.

In short, I. Don’t. Romanticize. Shit. But his touch leaves a trail of warmth over my skin that spreads until it reaches the blood frantically pumping through my veins and that warmth becomes a wildfire. 

I can’t tell if the roar I’m hearing is from the ocean battering the shore or my pulse thundering in my own ears. And even after dark, the summer air is still warm enough to make the hair stick to the back of my neck, so someone needs to explain the shiver that runs up my spine when Nate’s gaze settles on my lips. 

And while they’re at it, maybe they can explain the yearning tug that wraps itself around my chest and inexorably pulls me toward him. That would be heartily appreciated, especially since I can’t seem to escape it. 

Not that I’ve tried very hard. 

Or at all. 

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