How NOT to make a great first impression:
Clumsily smear raspberry jam across a hot guy’s bare abs. Whoops!
But maybe it wasn’t a total disaster, since this gorgeous hunk of mountain man asked me out to dinner hours later.
His gravel voice gives me chills, yet he’s charming, thoughtful, and lives next to a beautiful lake. Yet I want him for more than his fantastic supply of beach glass. The chill from Huxley’s dark whispers turns to unfathomable heat, leaving me breathless and longing for more. Craving… everything.
Yes, things are moving faster than the hummingbirds at his feeder, and are more intense than his nearly black eyes. Every caress of his huge hands makes my head spin, as I think about what might come next.
At first, I assume this is just a summer romance, until he starts making life-altering shifts. Until Hux tells me that he’s already picturing our future.
