THE GIRL HE NEEDS by Kristi Rose | Lyrical Shine | July 5, 2016
The safe choice can be the riskiest of all…
Ever since her beloved older brother disappeared after an accident, Josie Woodmere’s been on a mission to find him—and maybe herself—along the way. That’s meant leaving her pampered, parent-approved life behind. Two years, four moves, and a body piercing later, she’s finally got a lead on her brother’s whereabouts, and she’s headed to Florida. She didn’t plan to ditch her sputtering car and accept a ride from Brinn McRae. But she didn’t plan to be attracted to a straight-laced guy like him either, much less land in his hometown, Daytona Beach…
A self-made man with a tough past, Brinn is a workaholic who allows very little room for pleasure—until he meets Josie. Their powerful chemistry is a distraction neither wants, yet neither can resist. Hoping they can burn it off, Brinn agrees to a no-strings arrangement. But they can only hide their deepening feelings for so long—until a disaster strikes, exposing truths that threaten to ruin everything…
Now, not only will Josie have to contend with the troubling secret her brother has finally revealed—she’ll have to convince Brinn she’s more than a rich girl playing at being free. This time, she’s playing for keeps.
I find a spot on the beach, kick off my flip-flops, and drop my bag on top of them. After laying out my towel, I shimmy out of my shorts and pull off my T-shirt, leaving me standing before McRae in nothing but a skimpy red and white polka dot bikini.
He stares at the art across my belly; his gaze travels along the path then dips below the top of my bikini bottom and holds.
“OK, I’m ready,” I say and his pupils dilate.
If there weren’t a smattering of families around us, I’d jump him right here and now. There’s little doubt he’d stop me.
“I beg your pardon?” he asks, his eyes jerking back up to mine.
“For your stuff.” I sweep my eyes across his finer-than-fine form. “I’ll put it with mine. In my bag.”
“Right,” he says and gives a small shake of his head. “My stuff like my phone and watch.”
I nod and step back to my towel, where I lower myself down and stretch out.
He kicks off his shoes, drops his phone on my bag, and jogs to the water, diving in when he hits the spot where the waves break. Knowing his attention is on his swim, I fan myself. Embarrassed that such a simple exchange of words combined with his presence could make me weak in the knees.
After the third buzzing from his phone, I turn it off.
By the time he’s done with his swim and coming out of the water like some Adonis kissed by the sun gods, I’ve moved on to a paperback, but I’ve read the same paragraph three times. My attention was focused on him. I slam it shut and clutch it tight, using it to steady me.
“Have a good swim?” I ask as he reaches for his things.
“I did. That a good book?” Beads of water evaporate off him. Others rest in the hills and valleys of his defined chest, occasionally breaking free to streak downward and drip onto me. My body is already past inflamed, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if the drops began to sizzle.
Is this a stupid conversation? Yes, it is. We should stop tiptoeing around what we really want to say and get down to business. But I don’t suggest that; he’ll need some priming to abandon control. Instead, I answer his question.
“It is a good book. I’ve read it before. Several times actually. It’s my favorite.”
He leans in to look at the cover before he bends to put on his shoes. “Science Fiction. Looks heavy. I wouldn’t have figured you for the sci-fi type.”
I shrug and go for broke. “Maybe if we run into each other again we can get to know each other better.”
“Maybe. Chances look good, seeing as how we’re neighbors now.” His eyes drift to my henna.
“I imagine I’ll be spending most weekends here if I’m not at the bar,” I hint.
“I always run by here on the weekends.”
“This is a good time. Not too crowded.” I watch him over the rim of my glasses.
“Yes, it is.” He lifts his delectable mouth and produces a crooked smile. “Well, enjoy then. Thanks for keepin’ an eye on my stuff.”
“No sweat.” I lie down and adjust my top before wiggling back into my spot.
His phone buzzes and a soft expletive escapes when he looks at the screen.
“Work,” he says. “I gotta run. So, again?” He gestures to the beach.
“Yes, please,” I say and meet his gaze.
With a curt nod of his head, he heads back to the boardwalk.
Lord, that man.
I fall back on my towel, a quivering mess.
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This giveaway includes a beach bag with a Kindle Fire, adult coloring book and pencils, and a large assortment books for the beach, the bath, or red lights. :-) Also includes the first book in Kristi Rose's No Strings Attached series!
Kristi Rose was raised in central Florida on boiled peanuts and iced tea. She’s lived by an active volcano, almost fallen off a mountain, and was married in Arkansas by a J.O.P in flip flops named Earl. Today, as a proud military wife and mother of two, she’s been lucky enough to travel the world. No matter where she is, she enjoys watching people and wondering what’s their story? That’s what Kristi likes to write about: everyday people, the love that brings them together, and their journey getting there. Kristi is a member of RWA. You can follow Kristi at www.kristirose.net, like her Facebook page: Kristi Rose, or send her a tweet @krosewrites.