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“Trust me, he says. You’ll be safe with me, he says.”
Amelie Watts is sick and tired of being treated like a child. She might be willowy and delicate, but she has strength of the kind that doesn’t show on the outside. Plus, she learned all she needed to know so she could cope on her own. Now, if only her big brother would finally release her inheritance! She would fly to the Bahamas and kiss the backwater she grew up in goodbye.
Jason Watts is fed up with picking up the pieces of his little sister’s life. If only she would grow up already and learn to live life without stabilizers! Her latest idea is insane, and bound to be her most enormous failure to date. But how to make her understand?
Enter Rob Tyson, incorrigible bachelor and Jason’s best friend. For a laugh, they make a bet. Two people, a hastily acquired boat, and a tropical paradise. What could possibly go wrong?
And because I love you very very much, here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite. Jason took Rob along to rescue Amelie from a dubious tattoo parlor, and they were almost too late.
Rob watched as Amelie launched herself at her brother, oblivious of her nakedness or any danger to which she may be exposing herself. He took two strides toward them, then stopped, hesitating. What now? Should he simply grab her and pull her away? She didn’t have a stitch of clothing on. How would she react to his hands on her body? More to the point, how would Jason react to his best friend brazenly manhandling his sister?
Amelie took that decision out of his hands when she collapsed to the floor. Her knees buckled and she slid slowly down, deflated, like a punctured balloon.
He rushed to help Jason then, sliding an arm behind her back and pulling her face around with his free hand to look at her eyes.
It only took a glance at her pupils to work it out.
Jason nodded in agreement. “Still think I’m overreacting?”
Rob didn’t bother answering. “She’s not completely out yet. We need to get it out of her system quick.”
“We need salt and warm water.”
“Not enough time. Can you think of something else?”
“Just trigger her gag reflex.”
Rob frowned. “I’ll hold her up.” He shifted his grip so Amelie was in a better position, making sure he didn’t touch her in any inappropriate places. Still, he was all man, and the ugly duckling he used to know had transformed into a swan over the last ten years. There was no escaping the heat coursing through his body when he propped her naked, plump behind against his leg and bent her over his arm, holding her mass of chestnut hair back with his other hand.
When she was done, Jason grabbed some paper off the roll used to cover the tattooist’s cot and wrapped it as best he could around his sister. She fought and mumbled incoherent slurred words at the discomfort, but soon passed out. Rob hoisted her up in his arms and followed Jason back out to the car.
He sat in the back with Amelie on his lap, his eyes skimming over her body, as Jason drove back almost as fast as before. The paper roll couldn’t disguise the curvature of her hip, the curl of her calf, her slender ankles… Lips pressed together, Rob stared at her child-like face, wondering what he would do if she’d been his sister, instead of Jason’s. What was she thinking of? Why would she be so careless about her own safety? Did she enjoy getting in trouble? Did she expect, perhaps, that her brother would swoop in and rescue her every time?
No matter how pretty she was, or how delectable her body had become – and he was definitely not staring at the shape her nipple rings etched into the paper covering – if she’d been his sister he would have bent her across his knees and tanned that pert behind until it glowed. This princess syndrome she seemed to indulge in had to be stopped before it got out of control. One day her prince charming would fail to appear, and then what? Knocking sense into her by whatever means necessary, now, would be the best course of action, for her own good.
Rob carried Amelie into the house and laid her carefully in her bed, then stood back as Jason ripped the paper from around her and pulled a sheet over her naked body. Again, he didn’t look at her nipples, so he couldn’t explain how he’d noticed the ring on the left had flipped up and over the top, begging to be straightened, and he most certainly hadn’t caught a glimpse of the ice blue stone of her clit dangle, the exact same color as her eyes.
He turned and walked out the door before he failed to notice more things about Amelie that made his blood heat up and race around his body. She was no more than a spoilt brat who needed firm handling if she was going to make it past her twenty-second birthday alive.
This is book two of four standalones in this collection. Genre: romantic suspense. Not Juliet (novella length of 40,000 words approximately) is out now and retailing at 99 cents. Trial Run (full novel at over 60,000 words) is set at $1.99. It also contains bonus material not available anywhere else. Those hawt and juicy cut scenes will stay exclusive to the Trial Run e-book and paperback. Next on the list and this year’s NaNoWriMo project is book three, Safe Haven, which should be ready for release before Christmas. Wish me luck.