Autumn is fast approaching. Summer always seems to fly by in a flurry of activities. Where I live in western NY summer is fleeting and we want to grab as much of the warm weather as possible. My book Summer Lover takes place in an area like this, where summers by the lake are magical and when fall comes, reality rears its lonely head. At least for our heroine, Hayley. Until her summer lover comes back again.
This weekend at the lake was going to be a royal waste of time.
Ethan Barrington had driven straight through from Philadelphia, anxious to get this exile over and done with. If anyone other than the Chairman of the Board, aka his grandmother, had insisted he take time off he would have bitten off their head. He had too much work to do to be stuck here on a tiny lake no one had ever heard of in upstate New York.
He stepped into the great room of the two story cottage and was surprised not to be bombarded with the pink and purple paisley his grandmother had loved for as long as he could remember. She hadn’t mentioned she’d redecorated the place, but then, she could have done it any time in the past five years.
What the hell was he doing here? He had contracts to review and portfolios to appraise. They’d be bumping up against hard deadlines soon. He’d replied to at least a dozen urgent messages on the drive up, thankful that these new cars did everything but drive themselves. It was exciting to be expanding all their showrooms and increasing services, but it meant even more work for him. He didn’t have time for this.
Still clutching the handle of his laptop case, he looked out the bank of floor to ceiling windows that faced Barden Lake. The setting sun threw ripples of red and gold across the water. He loosened his tie, unbuttoned his top button, and without thinking, crossed the room and stepped through the French doors. The sky was on fire. He’d forgotten how beautiful the sunsets were here.
This secluded cove was unique, at least for Barden Lake. Dozens of cottages ringed the lakeshore, but except for the ones directly across the wide lake, only this cottage and the one next door were visible from here.
Our own little private cove. A musical voice he hadn’t heard in years whispered in his ear with the memory.
He was so engrossed in the setting sun, it was a moment before he noticed the movement off to the side in the water. With the sun low and behind her, all he could make out was a woman’s silhouette rising from the lake.
The water shimmered around her and each step revealed more of her breathtaking body. Water cascaded over her shoulders and down her chest. Her full breasts bounced with each step and he sucked in his breath when he caught a glimpse of her nipples. Her waist dipped in above nicely rounded hips, leading to long, trim legs. His eyes zeroed in on the wet curls at the juncture of her thighs and all his blood shot south.
Her body glistened as the drops of water on her skin picked up the remaining rays of the sun. He could tell the exact moment she noticed him standing there, staring at her like a voyeur. She stumbled a little as she stepped out of the lake onto the grassy shore, but she didn’t screech or call out to him or dive for cover behind the lone maple tree that marked the boundary between the two properties. Instead, she lifted her chin and sauntered slowly over to the large towel lying at the base of the tree.
He barely caught a glimpse of her face, but a memory of soft red hair with gold highlights, sparkling green eyes and a wide, sassy smile slapped into his brain. Could it be…?
His heart raced. Of course, it was. It couldn’t be anyone else. Hadn’t some part of him hoped he’d still find her here?
Ethan’s mouth watered as she slowly bent down to pick up the towel. Did she purposely turn so her tempting ass faced him? Was she teasing him? Or mooning him? Or begging for the slap of his hand? Whichever, he was now hard and hurting as he continued to watch her. There was no way in hell he could turn away now.
She didn’t bother drying herself off as she straightened and wrapped the large beach towel around her body. A ridiculous sigh of disappointment escaped his lips when she was covered. Her long wet hair flowed down her back like a waterfall and he wanted to run his fingers through it.
Then she turned to face him and the memories washed over him like that waterfall. Five years later, he still remembered her perfectly. Remembered every single sensation. Every cry of passion and need. Every touch and lick, every suck and slap of flesh against flesh.
You can still enjoy a sexy, emotional Summer Lover before the weather turns chilly.