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Mia Jacobs
Beached: The Fall (Deserted Island Romance)
Beached: The Fall (Deserted Island Romance)
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After getting much closer the night before, a missed chance at rescue threatens to pull Greer and David further apart than ever. The attraction between them is eclipsed by their twin tempers and battling the land turns into battling each other. Opening up is scary for Greer but on this island there's nowhere to hide from her past or her feelings.
As new hope dawns, can the lovers overcome their differences and powerful attraction long enough to find a way home?
Warning:
This sexy tale of survival and sexual chemistry contains two stubborn people, ever-growing bonfires and a shirt that may or may not exist.
Excerpt:
Greer pulled her thighs up against her chest, rested her chin on her knees. "We don’t know each other," she said. An excuse.
"What is it you need to know?" he asked, sitting up with a crackle of the coconut leaves. "If there’s anything you want to know about me, ask it. If there’s something you want to see—" he gestured to his body, "—I’ll show it to you." David moved closer to her until she felt his breath against her face, smelled the sweat from his body, the sea-salt on him from a late afternoon swim in the ocean.
Greer moved her chin from her knees, sat with her palms flat against the pallet. Her pulse began an excited tattoo in her throat. She watched David. She paid very careful attention to him as he sat close to her, breathing in their shared air. Moonlight slid over his high cheekbones, the curve of his lips. His long lashes were low over his eyes.
"I’m not married," David said. "Never been. I don’t live with my mom. I don’t do drugs but I do like to drink whiskey." His breath brushed her mouth and she imagined it spiked with whiskey, burning as he kissed her after a long day at the office, a hot sweetness on her tongue. "The kinkiest thing I’ve ever done was have sex in a church," he finished.
The leaves crackled under Greer as she tensed, lips parted, breath coming slightly more heavily than before. She thought of him in a church—wicked boy!—with some girl happy to be his accomplice as she bent over for him at the pew. Greer shivered as if she had been the girl on her knees for David in that memory. As if it had been her knees pressing into the unyielding concrete floor of the church while David lifted her skirts, teased her wet and aroused body before finally, thankfully, sinking his thick manhood into her. She shivered again.
As new hope dawns, can the lovers overcome their differences and powerful attraction long enough to find a way home?
Warning:
This sexy tale of survival and sexual chemistry contains two stubborn people, ever-growing bonfires and a shirt that may or may not exist.
Excerpt:
Greer pulled her thighs up against her chest, rested her chin on her knees. "We don’t know each other," she said. An excuse.
"What is it you need to know?" he asked, sitting up with a crackle of the coconut leaves. "If there’s anything you want to know about me, ask it. If there’s something you want to see—" he gestured to his body, "—I’ll show it to you." David moved closer to her until she felt his breath against her face, smelled the sweat from his body, the sea-salt on him from a late afternoon swim in the ocean.
Greer moved her chin from her knees, sat with her palms flat against the pallet. Her pulse began an excited tattoo in her throat. She watched David. She paid very careful attention to him as he sat close to her, breathing in their shared air. Moonlight slid over his high cheekbones, the curve of his lips. His long lashes were low over his eyes.
"I’m not married," David said. "Never been. I don’t live with my mom. I don’t do drugs but I do like to drink whiskey." His breath brushed her mouth and she imagined it spiked with whiskey, burning as he kissed her after a long day at the office, a hot sweetness on her tongue. "The kinkiest thing I’ve ever done was have sex in a church," he finished.
The leaves crackled under Greer as she tensed, lips parted, breath coming slightly more heavily than before. She thought of him in a church—wicked boy!—with some girl happy to be his accomplice as she bent over for him at the pew. Greer shivered as if she had been the girl on her knees for David in that memory. As if it had been her knees pressing into the unyielding concrete floor of the church while David lifted her skirts, teased her wet and aroused body before finally, thankfully, sinking his thick manhood into her. She shivered again.
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