Ebony Campbell went out with her girlfriends with the intention of finding a man worthy enough of her time to have a summer fling. Good conversation and sex. How hard could that be? Little did she know, the man who stepped up to the challenge would be a blond haired bass player in a band. She thought her attempts to discourage him worked...or did they?
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Excerpt:
The buzzing sound
of yard equipment drew my attention to the bay window. Somehow, they’d gotten
over the locked gate. Oops, I’d forgotten to take the chain off before hopping
in the shower. He was resourceful too.
Brian stood with
his weed whacker, swinging it in a controlled arch along the fence. My eyes
widened; the man was shirtless. The man had an incredibly strong looking back.
His shorts hung loosely from his hips, exposing the top of his underwear from
the weight of the sweat-stained shirt stuffed under his belt. Hmm, boxers or briefs? Sweat ran in
heavy rivets down his shoulder blades, trickling to the already damp shorts.
None of that
compared to the way he looked when he turned around to speak to one of the guys
working with him. His long torso, free of body fat, sported a light sprinkling
of blond hair between his pecs. His
abdomen showed every cut of muscle I’d seen in high school biology textbooks.
His abs were tight, his belly button nearly nonexistent.
Brian’s bronzed
skin reminded me of a Greek statue, a testament of many hours spent working
outside. His backward baseball cap hid the thick blond curls I’d seen at the
club. The damp ringlets hung below its rim, accentuating his square facial
structure and the shape of his nose. His blue eyes seemed to glow from deep
within his skin.
Brian was
unbelievably sexy.
One of the younger
guys stepped into my line of sight, blocking my continued admiration of his
anatomy. I bit my lip in irritation until Brian extended an arm. My eyes
widened at the sight of tattoos over well-defined muscle. Intricate dark rings
banded both biceps. How did I miss that? Oh yeah, his abs had distracted me.
Curious, I stepped closer to the blinds, parting them. Damn, I couldn't see the
entire design. What was it?
At that moment,
Brian faced the window. He remained expressionless for a moment before he
squinted, then smiled.
Busted.
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MJ
BUSTED! Love it! But I'm sure he won't mind...in fact, he'll probably be eating it up. :)
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