Showing posts with label Cora Cade. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cora Cade. Show all posts
Saturday, October 14, 2017
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Monday, August 21, 2017
A Day of Pleasure
Title: A Day of Pleasure
Author: Cora Cade
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Release Date: August 21, 2017
Blurb
Morning, noon,
and night... get drunk in love.
Welcome to the
Drunken Duck, a pub where the men are fine as hell and the ladies know how to
get what they want.
In MORNING LIGHT,
Noah Harper returns home from deployment to find his kid brother’s best friend
isn’t a tomboy anymore. Tennyson Sharpe has been waiting for Noah to notice her
for nearly ten years and she’ll be damned if she lets the opportunity pass.
When Army Ranger
Callum Eversman arrives on the scene in TWO IN THE AFTERNOON, he’ll do anything
to protect Molly Ryan, but will a hot fling satisfy her craving for him?
Chris Harper falls
hard for the feisty Lainey Eversman in STAY THE NIGHT. She’s got a hands-off
policy when it comes to pretty boys, but Chris is out to prove he’s nothing
like the man she left behind.
Three flirty and
dirty stories guaranteed to make you get drunk in love.
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Author Bio
Nestled away in a small Ohio town, Cora spends her days
surrounded by cornfields, her husband, and her three rotten dogs. She writes
small town romances that give you fierce heroines and strong, stand-up guys.
Warning: Flirty and dirty books guaranteed to make you drunk
in love.
Author Links
Friday, July 28, 2017
Tapped
Title: Tapped
Series: Love on the Rocks #1
Series: Love on the Rocks #1
Author: Cora Cade
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 16, 2016
Blurb
One night is all she wanted.
Georgia Burke is on a mission to find a sexy one night stand. After she catches her cheating ex with her friend, in Georgia's apartment no less, she visits her brother in his sleepy lakeside town to regroup. Her first night at Fox Lake and she finds the Drunken Duck pub and puts her plan into motion. Almost.
Will Calder is looking for the real deal. He's done with the short-term flings and wants to find a woman ready for everything he has to offer. Will's determined to show Georgia more than just a single night of debauchery and he'll do everything in his power to keep her close.
Georgia's going to find Will's idea of the perfect woman isn't what she expected. She'll have to face her own insecurities to land the sexy contractor or settle for the vacation fling she anticipated.
Warning: Contains a curvy woman with a geeky streak and the contractor out to win her heart. Expect a sexy romp with a man who knows how to work with his hands.
Georgia Burke is on a mission to find a sexy one night stand. After she catches her cheating ex with her friend, in Georgia's apartment no less, she visits her brother in his sleepy lakeside town to regroup. Her first night at Fox Lake and she finds the Drunken Duck pub and puts her plan into motion. Almost.
Will Calder is looking for the real deal. He's done with the short-term flings and wants to find a woman ready for everything he has to offer. Will's determined to show Georgia more than just a single night of debauchery and he'll do everything in his power to keep her close.
Georgia's going to find Will's idea of the perfect woman isn't what she expected. She'll have to face her own insecurities to land the sexy contractor or settle for the vacation fling she anticipated.
Warning: Contains a curvy woman with a geeky streak and the contractor out to win her heart. Expect a sexy romp with a man who knows how to work with his hands.
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Free in Kindle Unlimited
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Georgia Burke slipped a hand
down her hip, smoothing her favorite skirt in place as the summer breeze
whipped across the lake. The last thing
she needed was to flash the Drunken Duck patrons on the patio a look at her
girly bits. Granted, they were covered
in her sexiest pair of cream lace panties, and she was here to pick up a hot
man to do the dirty with, but her newfound brazen spirit only went so far.
If she was
lucky it would actually survive until she ordered a drink at the bar.
Georgia's confidence
crumbled as she made her way to the front entrance of the pub and a group of
guys on the patio started laughing. Two
pointed at her and the third whipped his head around to see her. They all had classically good looks, short
hair and lean muscles behind fitted t-shirts.
Young. They snickered at her
expense again, but she squared her shoulders and moved into the interior of the
pub.
Fuck them
and their frat boy mentality.
Women came
in all shapes and sizes, and if they expected every female to fit their version
of sexy, they were going to be sorely mistaken when they got out in the real
world.
Georgia put
a little extra swing into her walk as she gathered her confidence again. She had great tits and a curvy build with no
shame in showing off. It might've taken
years to find that confidence, only to have it knocked back by her last
boyfriend, but she wasn't letting any man dictate how she felt about herself
ever again.
Fuck that
and fuck them.
And with
that final thought, she took her size sixteen ass straight to the mahogany bar
and ordered a very nice local craft beer on tap. The little pixie behind the bar served it up
without fuss and started Georgia a tab.
While she
was sipping at her beer and scoping out the crowd, a body bumped into her right
arm. The beer splashed down the front of
her fitted, white shirt, highlighting the lace bra underneath for anyone to
see. After setting her half empty beer
down, Georgia turned to face the guy who had yet to apologize or acknowledge he
was most definitely in her personal space.
It might be a Friday night on the lake, but it was still relatively
early and the place wasn't busting at the seams yet.
It was one
of the college boys from the patio. He
had a self-satisfied smirk on his face, staring down Georgia's top but never
really looking at her face.
"Nice
rack for a fat chick."
Before she
could speak up, the petite bartender scooped up her glass and handed over a
stack of bar napkins. "Apologize to
the lady."
"It
was an accident."
The
bartender, all five feet nothing of her, leveled the kid across from her with a
glare that could melt the skin off his face and said, "Acting like a dick
in my bar will get your ass kicked out.
Now apologize."
"Babe,
this isn't even your bar. And I'm a
paying customer. No one's kicking me out."
Georgia
raised a lone eyebrow at the kid's audacity, but the bartender across from her
just threw her head back and laughed.
And laughed some more.
When she
dropped her head back down there wasn't any lingering humor on her face. She was all business and looked a little bit
deadly.
"That
mountain standing behind you," she lifted a finger to point at a very
severe, and very large, man that appeared behind the frat boy, "is my
husband."
"Molly?"
Georgia did
a double take when the massive man slapped a hand down on the kid's
shoulder. He was tall, well over six
feet, built like a brick house, and completely bald. Dead sexy as well. But that was all secondary to how quickly the
frat boy paled when he turned to face Molly's husband.
"Cal,
be a doll and show this dick and his friends off the property."
The kid
sputtered as Cal led him away with a firm grip without another word.
Georgia
turned around and faced Molly behind the bar.
"Thanks, but you didn't have to kick anyone out because of
me."
Molly
frowned. "Honey, those fucking
clowns needed to go. They're predators
and it was just a matter of time before Cal throat punched them. It was my pleasure."
Even though
she smiled, Georgia didn't know what to say in response to that, so she just
started to mop up her wet shirt.
"You
vacationing here? Haven't seen you
around before."
"My
brother lives here and I'm house sitting while he's road tripping with my
nephew. I just got in this afternoon."
"You're
Dane Burke's kid sister? Georgia,
right?"
Georgia's
head snapped up. "You know
Dane?"
Molly
shrugged. "Small town. He's neighbors with a good friend of
mine. Nice guy. Great kid."
"Yeah,
they're both pretty great."
"Welcome
to Fox Lake." She paused, placing a
fresh beer down. "Your neighbor in
the bungalow is Emma Rae, and her man is Gabe.
You let any of us know if you need something while you're here."
Georgia
nodded, then sat back and took in the petite woman. Small town hospitality at its finest. She might actually like it here. "I appreciate that. I'm a little out of
my element right now."
Molly
leaned forward and rested her arms on the bar before speaking. "Stop back in through the week
sometime. It's typically quieter, and
I'll buy you a drink. We're going to be
friends, chick."
Georgia let
a slow smile spread across her face.
"I'd like that, Molly."
"Good. I'll be back to check on you in a bit. Crowds going to be picking up
soon." She slapped a hand down on
the bar before walking away.
Georgia
scanned the area again. It looked like
everyone was paired off or in groups. So
much for her grand plan to score a hot guy for some dirty sex. It was probably a dumb idea anyway. Just because you found your jerk boyfriend
sticking it in your friend, in your bed, and in your apartment, doesn't mean
snapping up a random dude at a bar was a good idea.
But it
definitely sounded like fun.
Author Bio
Nestled away in a small Ohio town, Cora spends her days
surrounded by cornfields, her husband, and her three rotten dogs. She writes
small town romances that give you fierce heroines and strong, stand-up guys.
Warning: Flirty and dirty books guaranteed to make you drunk
in love.
Author Links
Friday, August 5, 2016
Tapped
Title: Tapped
Series: Love on the Rocks #1
Author: Cora Cade
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 17, 2016
Blurb
One night is all she expected.
Georgia Burke is on a mission to find a sexy one night stand. After she catches her cheating ex with her friend, in Georgia's apartment no less, she visits her brother in his sleepy lakeside town to regroup. Her first night at Fox Lake and she finds the Drunken Duck pub and puts her plan into motion. Almost.
Will Calder is looking for the real deal. He's done with the short-term flings and wants to find a woman ready for everything he has to offer. Will's determined to show Georgia more than just a single night of debauchery and he'll do everything in his power to keep her close.
Georgia's going to find Will's idea of the perfect woman isn't what she expected. She'll have to face her own insecurities to land the sexy contractor or settle for the vacation fling she anticipated.
Warning: Contains a curvy woman with a geeky streak and the contractor out to win her heart. Expect a sexy romp with a man who knows how to work with his hands.
Purchase Links
99c
AMAZON US / UK / CA
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Georgia Burke slipped a hand down her hip, smoothing her favorite skirt in place as the summer breeze whipped across the lake. The last thing she needed was to flash the Drunken Duck patrons on the patio a look at her girly bits. Granted, they were covered in her sexiest pair of cream lace panties, and she was here to pick up a hot man to do the dirty with, but her newfound brazen spirit only went so far.
If she was lucky it would actually survive until she ordered a drink at the bar.
Georgia's confidence crumbled as she made her way to the front entrance of the pub and a group of guys on the patio started laughing. Two pointed at her and the third whipped his head around to see her. They all had classically good looks, short hair and lean muscles behind fitted t-shirts. Young. They snickered at her expense again, but she squared her shoulders and moved into the interior of the pub.
Fuck them and their frat boy mentality.
Women came in all shapes and sizes, and if they expected every female to fit their version of sexy, they were going to be sorely mistaken when they got out in the real world.
Georgia put a little extra swing into her walk as she gathered her confidence again. She had great tits and a curvy build with no shame in showing off. It might've taken years to find that confidence, only to have it knocked back by her last boyfriend, but she wasn't letting any man dictate how she felt about herself ever again.
Fuck that and fuck them.
And with that final thought, she took her size sixteen ass straight to the mahogany bar and ordered a very nice local craft beer on tap. The little pixie behind the bar served it up without fuss and started Georgia a tab.
While she was sipping at her beer and scoping out the crowd, a body bumped into her right arm. The beer splashed down the front of her fitted, white shirt, highlighting the lace bra underneath for anyone to see. After setting her half empty beer down, Georgia turned to face the guy who had yet to apologize or acknowledge he was most definitely in her personal space. It might be a Friday night on the lake, but it was still relatively early and the place wasn't busting at the seams yet.
It was one of the college boys from the patio. He had a self-satisfied smirk on his face, staring down Georgia's top but never really looking at her face.
"Nice rack for a fat chick."
Before she could speak up, the petite bartender scooped up her glass and handed over a stack of bar napkins. "Apologize to the lady."
"It was an accident."
The bartender, all five feet nothing of her, leveled the kid across from her with a glare that could melt the skin off his face and said, "Acting like a dick in my bar will get your ass kicked out. Now apologize."
"Babe, this isn't even your bar. And I'm a paying customer. No one's kicking me out."
Georgia raised a lone eyebrow at the kid's audacity, but the bartender across from her just threw her head back and laughed. And laughed some more.
When she dropped her head back down there wasn't any lingering humor on her face. She was all business and looked a little bit deadly.
"That mountain standing behind you," she lifted a finger to point at a very severe, and very large, man that appeared behind the frat boy, "is my husband."
"Molly?"
Georgia did a double take when the massive man slapped a hand down on the kid's shoulder. He was tall, well over six feet, built like a brick house, and completely bald. Dead sexy as well. But that was all secondary to how quickly the frat boy paled when he turned to face Molly's husband.
"Cal, be a doll and show this dick and his friends off the property."
The kid sputtered as Cal led him away with a firm grip without another word.
Georgia turned around and faced Molly behind the bar. "Thanks, but you didn't have to kick anyone out because of me."
Molly frowned. "Honey, those fucking clowns needed to go. They're predators and it was just a matter of time before Cal throat punched them. It was my pleasure."
Even though she smiled, Georgia didn't know what to say in response to that, so she just started to mop up her wet shirt.
"You vacationing here? Haven't seen you around before."
"My brother lives here and I'm house sitting while he's road tripping with my nephew. I just got in this afternoon."
"You're Dane Burke's kid sister? Georgia, right?"
Georgia's head snapped up. "You know Dane?"
Molly shrugged. "Small town. He's neighbors with a good friend of mine. Nice guy. Great kid."
"Yeah, they're both pretty great."
"Welcome to Fox Lake." She paused, placing a fresh beer down. "Your neighbor in the bungalow is Emma Rae, and her man is Gabe. You let any of us know if you need something while you're here."
Georgia nodded, then sat back and took in the petite woman. Small town hospitality at its finest. She might actually like it here. "I appreciate that. I'm a little out of my element right now."
Molly leaned forward and rested her arms on the bar before speaking. "Stop back in through the week sometime. It's typically quieter, and I'll buy you a drink. We're going to be friends, chick."
Georgia let a slow smile spread across her face. "I'd like that, Molly."
"Good. I'll be back to check on you in a bit. Crowds going to be picking up soon." She slapped a hand down on the bar before walking away.
Georgia scanned the area again. It looked like everyone was paired off or in groups. So much for her grand plan to score a hot guy for some dirty sex. It was probably a dumb idea anyway. Just because you found your jerk boyfriend sticking it in your friend, in your bed, and in your apartment, doesn't mean snapping up a random dude at a bar was a good idea.
But it definitely sounded like fun.
Georgia Burke slipped a hand down her hip, smoothing her favorite skirt in place as the summer breeze whipped across the lake. The last thing she needed was to flash the Drunken Duck patrons on the patio a look at her girly bits. Granted, they were covered in her sexiest pair of cream lace panties, and she was here to pick up a hot man to do the dirty with, but her newfound brazen spirit only went so far.
If she was lucky it would actually survive until she ordered a drink at the bar.
Georgia's confidence crumbled as she made her way to the front entrance of the pub and a group of guys on the patio started laughing. Two pointed at her and the third whipped his head around to see her. They all had classically good looks, short hair and lean muscles behind fitted t-shirts. Young. They snickered at her expense again, but she squared her shoulders and moved into the interior of the pub.
Fuck them and their frat boy mentality.
Women came in all shapes and sizes, and if they expected every female to fit their version of sexy, they were going to be sorely mistaken when they got out in the real world.
Georgia put a little extra swing into her walk as she gathered her confidence again. She had great tits and a curvy build with no shame in showing off. It might've taken years to find that confidence, only to have it knocked back by her last boyfriend, but she wasn't letting any man dictate how she felt about herself ever again.
Fuck that and fuck them.
And with that final thought, she took her size sixteen ass straight to the mahogany bar and ordered a very nice local craft beer on tap. The little pixie behind the bar served it up without fuss and started Georgia a tab.
While she was sipping at her beer and scoping out the crowd, a body bumped into her right arm. The beer splashed down the front of her fitted, white shirt, highlighting the lace bra underneath for anyone to see. After setting her half empty beer down, Georgia turned to face the guy who had yet to apologize or acknowledge he was most definitely in her personal space. It might be a Friday night on the lake, but it was still relatively early and the place wasn't busting at the seams yet.
It was one of the college boys from the patio. He had a self-satisfied smirk on his face, staring down Georgia's top but never really looking at her face.
"Nice rack for a fat chick."
Before she could speak up, the petite bartender scooped up her glass and handed over a stack of bar napkins. "Apologize to the lady."
"It was an accident."
The bartender, all five feet nothing of her, leveled the kid across from her with a glare that could melt the skin off his face and said, "Acting like a dick in my bar will get your ass kicked out. Now apologize."
"Babe, this isn't even your bar. And I'm a paying customer. No one's kicking me out."
Georgia raised a lone eyebrow at the kid's audacity, but the bartender across from her just threw her head back and laughed. And laughed some more.
When she dropped her head back down there wasn't any lingering humor on her face. She was all business and looked a little bit deadly.
"That mountain standing behind you," she lifted a finger to point at a very severe, and very large, man that appeared behind the frat boy, "is my husband."
"Molly?"
Georgia did a double take when the massive man slapped a hand down on the kid's shoulder. He was tall, well over six feet, built like a brick house, and completely bald. Dead sexy as well. But that was all secondary to how quickly the frat boy paled when he turned to face Molly's husband.
"Cal, be a doll and show this dick and his friends off the property."
The kid sputtered as Cal led him away with a firm grip without another word.
Georgia turned around and faced Molly behind the bar. "Thanks, but you didn't have to kick anyone out because of me."
Molly frowned. "Honey, those fucking clowns needed to go. They're predators and it was just a matter of time before Cal throat punched them. It was my pleasure."
Even though she smiled, Georgia didn't know what to say in response to that, so she just started to mop up her wet shirt.
"You vacationing here? Haven't seen you around before."
"My brother lives here and I'm house sitting while he's road tripping with my nephew. I just got in this afternoon."
"You're Dane Burke's kid sister? Georgia, right?"
Georgia's head snapped up. "You know Dane?"
Molly shrugged. "Small town. He's neighbors with a good friend of mine. Nice guy. Great kid."
"Yeah, they're both pretty great."
"Welcome to Fox Lake." She paused, placing a fresh beer down. "Your neighbor in the bungalow is Emma Rae, and her man is Gabe. You let any of us know if you need something while you're here."
Georgia nodded, then sat back and took in the petite woman. Small town hospitality at its finest. She might actually like it here. "I appreciate that. I'm a little out of my element right now."
Molly leaned forward and rested her arms on the bar before speaking. "Stop back in through the week sometime. It's typically quieter, and I'll buy you a drink. We're going to be friends, chick."
Georgia let a slow smile spread across her face. "I'd like that, Molly."
"Good. I'll be back to check on you in a bit. Crowds going to be picking up soon." She slapped a hand down on the bar before walking away.
Georgia scanned the area again. It looked like everyone was paired off or in groups. So much for her grand plan to score a hot guy for some dirty sex. It was probably a dumb idea anyway. Just because you found your jerk boyfriend sticking it in your friend, in your bed, and in your apartment, doesn't mean snapping up a random dude at a bar was a good idea.
But it definitely sounded like fun.
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Friday, July 29, 2016
Stay the Night
Title: Stay the Night
Series: A Day of Pleasure #3
Author: Cora Cade
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 29, 2016
Blurb
She's everything he wants. Even when she can't see it.
After her last relationship ended in the hospital, Lainey Eversman ditched Ohio to start fresh in a sleepy North Carolina town. Her tiny apartment above the Drunken Duck may be cramped, but she’s ready to let her big dreams erase those bad memories.
When she sprains her ankle, she reluctantly accepts Chris Harper’s help to cut her last few ties to Ohio, though she dares not accept anything else from the sexy architect. The last thing she can trust is her instincts when it comes to men.
Chris knew the fiery Lainey was his one and only the moment he set eyes on her. If only she’d let him get closer than arm’s length. But their trip to Ohio cracks the walls shielding her vulnerability, and she finally, hesitantly, takes that last step into his arms.
It’s still going to be tough to convince her to give love a fighting chance—especially with an ex who won’t take “go away” for an answer.
Warning: Contains a small-town hero who’ll do anything to convince a skittish big-city girl that he’s a safe bet. Expect loyal friendships, sweet kisses, and hot, dirty sex in the great outdoors.
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Excerpt
Chapter One
The idyllic countryside of Lainey Eversman’s new home left a lot to be desired when you were under attack by mutant country spiders. Four weeks ago she’d purchased ten lakeside acres in the lush mountains of North Carolina. Currently she was standing on a rickety kitchen chair swatting at a horde of massive spiders crawling through a crack in her cabin’s ceiling. All the while wishing desperately she’d never left the confines of city life.
She was trying admirably to not freak out like a total pansy, but when a shower of leggy spiders fell in her hair she gave up the fight. Giving a little squeak she launched herself from the old wooden chair and began to dance around like a lunatic while brushing her hands madly through her hair.
After a brief tussle with her own ego, she finally gave up and headed for a real shower. The kind with water and soap. No one had to know she’d nearly had a meltdown over a few spiders. Those ten acres, so happily purchased a few weeks ago, had come with a tiny hunting cabin. One room encompassing a very small and formerly very dirty shower, a toilet, a kitchen sink the size of her favorite pair of shoes, and a mini fridge fresh out of the box, all in a twelve-by-twelve room.
At the time it had seemed like the perfect place to hang tight while she had a place built. In retrospect she should have taken her brother and his girlfriend up on the offer to make use of their guest room until the build was completed. She loved both Cal and Molly, but she had little interest in finding them in compromising positions all over the apartment. Given the pair of them, it would be near impossible to catch them doing anything but getting frisky.
The creepy cabin in the middle of nowhere was her home for the duration. It wasn’t so bad, aside from the bugs, the smothering summer heat, and the incessant nature noise. No one ever told her living in the sticks was loud. Since her first week in the cabin she’d been serenaded nightly by an orchestra of bullfrogs, crickets, and assorted evening critters. Every morning the birds woke her at first light. Eventually she’d adjust to the nature sounds, but to date she’d been averaging about six hours a night; not really enough to feel rested. Altogether leaving her just a little bit cranky from lack of sleep.
In theory living alone surrounded by nature was an amazing retreat, but in reality it was quite the adjustment for a city girl leaping into the next stage of her life.
After scrubbing all the spider particles from every square inch of her body she exited the shower and tossed on a pair of simple cotton panties and the thinnest tank top she could find. It was a beautiful August evening, but the heat of the day hadn’t dissipated enough to leave Lainey comfortable. The heat and humidity left her feeling sticky the moment she toweled off from the shower.
Being a half-mile down a winding lane in the middle of nowhere had its perks. Sitting on her miniscule porch in her underwear with her feet propped up was definitely one of them.
Well, until she saw a car’s lights turn off the main road and make its way toward the cabin. It could only be a handful of people. Her brother Cal, Cal’s girlfriend Molly, or more likely Chris. Chris the hottie architect that she’d met through Cal and Molly, who was contracted to redesign the coffee shop she’d purchased.
Given the light glow of a near full moon, Lainey guessed it to be nearly ten. Rather late for a business meeting. Finally, she determined it was Chris, as his sleek black car eased slowly closer until it was nearly ready to park next to her own car on the far side of the porch. Lost in her own thoughts, she was about to greet the hottie architect in her panties.
Dammit.
Launching herself to her feet in an effort to reach the front door of the cabin before Chris cleared the porch was easier said than done. In her rush she almost crushed a cricket with a poorly placed foot. Attempting to save the cricket’s life, Lainey lurched to the left and managed to trip over her own feet. Landing in an inelegant pile, she watched the cricket hop away unharmed.
As she was attempting to right herself Chris stepped into view and halted his progress at the foot of the porch.
The idyllic countryside of Lainey Eversman’s new home left a lot to be desired when you were under attack by mutant country spiders. Four weeks ago she’d purchased ten lakeside acres in the lush mountains of North Carolina. Currently she was standing on a rickety kitchen chair swatting at a horde of massive spiders crawling through a crack in her cabin’s ceiling. All the while wishing desperately she’d never left the confines of city life.
She was trying admirably to not freak out like a total pansy, but when a shower of leggy spiders fell in her hair she gave up the fight. Giving a little squeak she launched herself from the old wooden chair and began to dance around like a lunatic while brushing her hands madly through her hair.
After a brief tussle with her own ego, she finally gave up and headed for a real shower. The kind with water and soap. No one had to know she’d nearly had a meltdown over a few spiders. Those ten acres, so happily purchased a few weeks ago, had come with a tiny hunting cabin. One room encompassing a very small and formerly very dirty shower, a toilet, a kitchen sink the size of her favorite pair of shoes, and a mini fridge fresh out of the box, all in a twelve-by-twelve room.
At the time it had seemed like the perfect place to hang tight while she had a place built. In retrospect she should have taken her brother and his girlfriend up on the offer to make use of their guest room until the build was completed. She loved both Cal and Molly, but she had little interest in finding them in compromising positions all over the apartment. Given the pair of them, it would be near impossible to catch them doing anything but getting frisky.
The creepy cabin in the middle of nowhere was her home for the duration. It wasn’t so bad, aside from the bugs, the smothering summer heat, and the incessant nature noise. No one ever told her living in the sticks was loud. Since her first week in the cabin she’d been serenaded nightly by an orchestra of bullfrogs, crickets, and assorted evening critters. Every morning the birds woke her at first light. Eventually she’d adjust to the nature sounds, but to date she’d been averaging about six hours a night; not really enough to feel rested. Altogether leaving her just a little bit cranky from lack of sleep.
In theory living alone surrounded by nature was an amazing retreat, but in reality it was quite the adjustment for a city girl leaping into the next stage of her life.
After scrubbing all the spider particles from every square inch of her body she exited the shower and tossed on a pair of simple cotton panties and the thinnest tank top she could find. It was a beautiful August evening, but the heat of the day hadn’t dissipated enough to leave Lainey comfortable. The heat and humidity left her feeling sticky the moment she toweled off from the shower.
Being a half-mile down a winding lane in the middle of nowhere had its perks. Sitting on her miniscule porch in her underwear with her feet propped up was definitely one of them.
Well, until she saw a car’s lights turn off the main road and make its way toward the cabin. It could only be a handful of people. Her brother Cal, Cal’s girlfriend Molly, or more likely Chris. Chris the hottie architect that she’d met through Cal and Molly, who was contracted to redesign the coffee shop she’d purchased.
Given the light glow of a near full moon, Lainey guessed it to be nearly ten. Rather late for a business meeting. Finally, she determined it was Chris, as his sleek black car eased slowly closer until it was nearly ready to park next to her own car on the far side of the porch. Lost in her own thoughts, she was about to greet the hottie architect in her panties.
Dammit.
Launching herself to her feet in an effort to reach the front door of the cabin before Chris cleared the porch was easier said than done. In her rush she almost crushed a cricket with a poorly placed foot. Attempting to save the cricket’s life, Lainey lurched to the left and managed to trip over her own feet. Landing in an inelegant pile, she watched the cricket hop away unharmed.
As she was attempting to right herself Chris stepped into view and halted his progress at the foot of the porch.
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