Bexley Rue’s gypsy soul has always chased after her
heart’s next fleeting desire, until her sister Vaughn’s terminal illness brings
Bex’s carefree lifestyle to a screeching halt.
Kai Donovan has only ever craved stability and love
over everything else. His trip to Laguna Beach suddenly has him throwing
caution to the wind for the one woman who could capture and break his heart—all
in one night.
Knowing she’s leaving the next day for a
cross-country move, Bexley’s only looking for fun on her last night in Laguna.
Until she meets Kai, who sparks such an intense attraction it has Bexley
questioning everything. When Bexley’s world is cracked wide open with surprises
from the past and complications for her future, are Kai’s feelings enough to finally
get Bexley to face her fears and allow true love in for the first time? Or will
her gypsy heart win out and have her chasing shadows once again?
“I don’t know what it is about you, but you seem to
see right inside of me like no one else has been able to do since I was a
little girl. It both terrifies me and turns me on like nobody’s business. But I
can’t change overnight. We hardly know each other, and I can’t help my
circumstances. My sister needs me, and I’m getting on a plane in”—she looked
down at her Fitbit—“twelve hours.”
a lot we could get to know about each other in twelve hours,” Kai said, his
voice turning raspy as she leaned down and kissed the crook of his neck. She
moaned against his skin and it nearly unhinged him. “But I’m not going to be
able to think with you nibbling on my neck and sitting in my lap. You’re making
this awfully hard on me, Bex.”
said I’m trying to make it easy?” she purred.
your favorite color?” he asked.
What’s wrong with fresh orange? Or raw orange? Or evenly cooked orange?” he
burnt orange is richer, has more depth, more passion than just regular orange,”
she answered matter-of-factly.
You’ve thought a lot about this,” he said. “My favorite color is black.”
not a color. It’s the absence of color.”
simple with you, is it Bex?” he growled. “Maybe I do just need to kiss that
sweet mouth of yours so you’ll stop being so technical.”
you just say ‘technical’ while I’m sucking on your earlobe? That’s kind of hot.
Say some other big words to me,” she joked, as she lifted his shirt and placed
her mouth against his chest.
Author C.M. Albert enjoys living dangerously on the razor’s
edge as both author and editor. In addition to being an international
bestselling author, she’s had the privilege of copy-editing under her Grammar
Babe business for several international bestselling and award-winning authors.
Her own writing infuses a healthy blend of humor and romance, and she’s a
sucker for a good villain and everlasting love. In her spare time, she and her
husband wrangle their two young kids and enjoy spending time outdoors. When not
writing, editing, or kid wrangling, C.M. Albert is also a Reiki practitioner,
chocolate chip cookie aficionado, kindness ambassador, and seeker of naps.