Blind dates? No Way!! Favor for a friend? Used up! So how does Samantha's best friend squeeze one more favor out of her? Well, blind dates can be interesting. See how walking the edge brings two closer...
A man this hot is worth breaking all of her rules for...
RULE #1 -- NO BLIND DATES.
Having suffered through one too many, there's no way Samantha O'Ryan will agree to a blind date. Until her best friend needs a favor, that is. Enter Jack Knight. If she'd known how hot he is, she never would have protested.
RULE #2 -- NO KISSING ON THE FIRST DATE.
Sam can't resist Jack. And before the night is over, she wants to do a lot more than just kiss him. For someone like Sam, who runs from all commitment, that fact should be enough to make her refuse the second date. It's not.
RULE #3 -- NO FALLING IN LOVE.
Sam is determined to keep this fling on sizzle with no strings attached. But Jack starts hinting about something more, and suddenly she's being seduced in the most tempting way.
Sensual and romantic story about an unusual and very likeable pair--Samantha the surfer and Jack the basketball star. They both thought they were commitment-phobic. Sam won't be rushed. Of course her attempts to delay what she saw as the inevitable end of their fling by postponing getting in bed have unforeseen results. Sexy dates on the weekend and steamy phone conversations during the week heighten the sexual tension between Sam and Jack. But they also have the time to get to know each other....
Here's a taste.
From the inside cover:
"Sam, what are you doing to me?"
Hopefully driving him half a wild as he was driving her. With Jack standing so close, cupping her face with his big hands, avoiding a dance had become the last thing on her mind. "I should mention--" Sam sank her teeth into his earlobe, thrilling to the sound that dragged from him"--it's been a little too long for me. I'm liking this way too much."
"Don't tell me that." His hand skimmed up her back, while the other rested on her hip. His thumb glided over her belly, then moved upward, stroking each rib as it climbed. He traced her last rib, then just barely touched the bottom curve of her breast.
All the while his gaze held her, conveying hunger, passion, desire...more heady than the champagne she'd sipped. She let out a shuddery breath.
Then his thumb made another sweep, not quite touching her nipple, and she had to concentrate on breathing.
Sinking her fingers into his hair, she brought his mouth back to hers, and their moans mingled, becoming part of the crazy, wild kiss.