Published on May 22, 2013 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Kellen Handler is in deep.
Ever since he can remember, he’s wanted to be a professional surfer. And he made it, rising to the top of the ranks, traveling the world and riding every break he’s ever dreamed of. His good looks and reputation for living on the edge—both in and out of the water—have made him an international superstar. But when his best friend dies in a tragic accident, Kellen wipes out big time, spiraling so badly that everything he’s worked for starts to disintegrate.
Tour officials scramble to do damage control and demand he work with a public relations company to clean up his bad boy image. It doesn't help that the person assigned to him, Gina Bellori, has her own demons associated with the surfing world.
Against her better judgement Gina accepts the job and concentrates on repairing Kellen's tattered reputation, despite his protests and despite the pain it causes her. With her past colliding with her present—and Kellen in the thick of it—she begins to realize that some secrets can't stay hidden.
And suddenly, Kellen Handler is no longer worried about losing his career.
He's more worried about losing his heart.
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“How?” Gina asked. “How do you think you’re going to mess things up? You’ve been absolutely perfect so far.”
“I might do something you don’t want me to do.”
She smiled and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted someone like this. That wasn’t true, I corrected myself. I’d wanted plenty of chicks before. Wanted them so badly that we’d barely made it to a hotel room, much less a bed. But this kind of want was different. I didn’t want to fuck Gina. I mean, I did, but not right then. What I wanted was her. Not her body and not what she could do to me or give me. I wanted her.
“Like what?” she asked, a smile teasing her lips. “Ask me a million more questions?”
“Maybe,” I said. “Or maybe something else.”
She waited expectantly and this time I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned close and watched her eyes widen in surprise as I touched my lips to hers.
I didn’t expect fireworks. I wanted to touch her, to taste her, to see if the reality would be half as good as my expectations. That was it.
But she sighed and shifted and her lips pressed into mine and I lost it. I groaned and leaned into her, my fingers reaching for and finding her hair, threading their way through the tangled mess, my lips moving against hers, forcing her mouth open. She tasted like spices and beer and my tongue tangled with hers. She didn’t stop me. She didn’t push me away. She kissed me back. Hard.
“Stop,” she finally said, her breathing ragged against my open mouth.
I pulled away and her head dropped to my shoulder. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might jackhammer right out of my chest.
She breathed deeply, like she was trying to catch her breath. “What the hell was that?”
I took a deep breath of my own. “It’s called a kiss…”
She lifted her head and glared at me. “No shit.” She looked even more beautiful than before, her eyes dark with passion, her lips swollen. I felt desire surge through me and I had to use all of my self-control to not reach for her again.
Because she was pissed.