Hijack another couple's honeymoon? Manhattan lawyer Dakota Shea can't believe she's done just that–and with someone like Tony San Angelo. Not that she's a snob, but let's face it, blue-collar Tony is, well, blue collar.And as much as she hates to admit it, he'd never fit into her world. Still, Dakota wants wild, mindless sex. One night. Maybe two. And she's pretty certain Tony is willing to agree to her terms. So who could have guessed that the surf, the sunsets and those incredible steamy nights would tempt her to make it all legal?
“I’m serious. Guys at my club spend hours there and they don’t look nearly as good as you.”
Tony scoffed at Dakota’s remark. “Too much sitting behind desks. All they need to do is get off their backsides and do some manual work once in a while.”
Although there was nothing wrong with her backside, he thought, so round and firm, and her breasts… He had to look away.
“You don’t use weights?” she asked, shifting on the hotel bed, cupping a hand over his biceps, almost reverently following the curve of the muscle.
His ego shot up a notch. “I have a couple of dumbbells at home, mostly to help me loosen up. That’s it.”
She smiled at him. “We’re supposed to order room service for dinner.”
“Hungry?”
She reached for him. “Not for anything on the menu.”
Dear Reader,
Some of you will recognize the heroine’s sister, Dallas, and her new husband, Eric, from A Glimpse of Fire.
In that book Tony San Angelo, our new hero, worked with Dallas. I enjoyed him so much that I knew he had to have his own book. Choosing a heroine for him was a no-brainer. Like they say, opposites attract. And Dakota sure is attracted to Tony. In fact, this steamy chemistry is infectious as they can’t keep their hands off each other.
I’ve always loved revisiting characters in my books.
Even secondary ones, who can be especially fun and outrageous. I hated parting with them all in The Honeymoon That Wasn’t, but hope you enjoy the read.
Warm wishes,
Debbi Rawlins
The Honeymoon that Wasn’t
Debbi Rawlins
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Even after swearing she’d never move again, Debbi Rawlins recently relocated to central Utah with her husband, Karl, where she adopted Dugly, a half tabby-half Siamese cat, and a puppy named Maile. When she’s not writing she can be found feeding apples to the deer, who are too numerous to name. So she calls them all Piggy.
This is for Logan, the newest addition to our extended family. The cutest baby in the world.
Contents
Prologue
To: The Gang at Eve’s Apple
From: LegallyNuts@EvesApple.com
Subject: Insanity
I’m not sure why I’m writing to you guys. Besides the fact that it’s three in the morning and I can’t sleep. I know the reason for the insomnia, which doesn’t help one bit. Tomorrow night, no, <sigh> I guess technically tonight, is my sister’s wedding rehearsal dinner. That part’s great. She’s met this terrific guy and I’m really happy for her.
The problem is that I’ll see Tony again. A friend of my sister’s. He’s part of the wedding party. I met him only once, almost a year ago at the job site where they worked. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt and, my, oh, my, what a chest.
He’s tall, too, at least six feet, broad shoulders, dark wavy hair, chocolate-brown eyes and a kind of square jaw. You get the picture. The guy is hot.
So why am I dreading tonight like I would a trip to the dentist? But I’m also looking forward to it. Does that make sense? If so, explain it to me, would you?