Summer just got a whole lot hotter...
Summer Chase has already loved and lost once and she has no intention of going through that pain again. But when a hunky Camaro-driving P.I. shows up at her B & B looking for a room for the week, she sees something more than a hard-bodied guest. For the first time since her husband's death, Summer's sexual interest is awakening, and she's not about to hit the snooze button!
Gage Knight is a P.I. in desperate need of a vacation. His impromptu trip to Cape May, New Jersey, seems just what he needs to relax and unwind. But when he knocks on the door of Chase's Bed & Breakfast and comes face to face with sexy owner, Summer Chase, relaxing drops to the bottom of his to-do list. Now all he wants is a tasty Summer treat, and he plans to take his time, savoring the curvaceous beauty one inch at a time.
Question is...can she watch Gage drive off into the sunset when the week comes to an end?
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August 02, 2010
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Excerpt from What She Wants by Anne Rainey
As the hostess led the way through the crowded restaurant, Summer turned back to Gage and whispered, "I really can't think of a better beach restaurant. Their crab cakes are fantastic."
When they reached their table, Gage held her chair for her and murmured, "I trust your expert judgment, sweetheart."
They were seated in the covered rear garden terrace. Summer's heart beat erratically, nearly drowning out the simple romantic beauty of the moment. It'd been so long since she'd enjoyed a meal with a member of the opposite sex in any kind of romantic way.
Though Summer had guy friends, friendship couldn't replace her need for intimacy. Tender touches and warm kisses--she hadn't realized how much she missed those things until Gage had shown up at her door. Sparks had flown. Being with him, even in such an innocent way as having dinner, caused Summer's juices to stir.
"So, Summer, do you come to this restaurant often?"
"I wish, but no, I'm usually too busy."
He leaned across the table. "You should never be too busy for fun."
Man, he was sexy. Summer's mind blanked as she gazed at him. In the muted light, his smooth, tan head shone. She'd never known how sexy a bald man could be until Gage. She had the urge to run her fingers over his scalp. His five o'clock shadow only added to his dark, masculine appeal. If she were bold like Tory, she'd reach out and stroke his firm jaw. Too bad she wasn't. He was so damn good-looking, and she really wanted to touch him. All over. For hours.
"Oh, yes, I think you're exactly right," she breathed out. Lordy, even when she'd married Seth she hadn't been this excited. That thought gave her a momentary pang of guilt. Thinking of Seth and looking at Gage, she knew it was way past time for her to move on with her life. She'd been stagnant too long.
Seth would have never wanted her to pine away for him forever, living in the past and shoving the future further and further beyond her reach. He'd want her to move on, get through the grieving and get to the living.
With just a hint of an ornery smile playing at the corners of Gage's lips, Summer had a feeling he was the sort of man who lived life to its fullest. Even his profession was exciting. A private eye. Scandal and intrigue. Action and danger. Yep, definitely more exciting than running a B&B. What would it be like to make love to the roguish man? He was like a juicy steak sitting on the edge of the table, and she was the puppy dying to sink her teeth into the scrumptious feast. So close. All she had to do was reach out and she'd have him in her voracious mouth.
"Hey, Summer, care to share?"
"You looked pretty far off there for a second."
She waved his words away. "It doesn't matter. Tell me, what made you choose Cape May for your vacation?"
He picked up his fork and started back on his pan-seared cod. "My aunt made it sound pretty appealing." The fork stopped halfway to his mouth. His lips curved upward as he said, "So far, she was right on the money."
She took a sip of her diet cola. "You talk a lot about her. Are you close to her?" When she realized he'd stopped eating, she knew she'd said something wrong. "What did I say?"
"You don't know what happened to my parents?"
Her heart clenched at the obvious pain in his voice. "No, I'm sorry."
"They were killed at a carryout. Some guy high on acid came in and demanded money from the clerk. The clerk gave him what he wanted, but the asshole was so far gone he started shooting. Later he told the police he'd been trying to kill the snakes. Hallucinations. Mom was shot in the chest. She died instantly. Dad was shot three times. He died on the way to the hospital. The clerk took a bullet in the arm. He survived."
"Gage...I'm so sorry."
He nodded. "It was years ago. I'd just graduated from college when it happened. Aunt Bev sort of stepped in and took over where mom left off. She's been pretty great."
"I'm glad you had her."
"Me too. Anyway, that's the reason I became a private investigator. I wanted to help people."
Summer understood loss all too well. She also knew words were useless. She reached across the table and placed her hand over his. When he turned his palm up and twined his fingers with hers, the air around them changed, heated. Her comforting gesture had quickly morphed into something much more, much deeper.
Trying to act nonchalant, Summer slipped her hand from his and inquired, "So, how long have you been a PI?"
"I hung out my shingle five years ago. It was tough going at first, but now I can be choosy."
"Do you enjoy the work?"
"I can set my own hours. I don't have a boss breathing down my neck. The money is good. All in all, not too bad. Every job has its drawbacks, though."
Just then the waiter came over and asked if they wanted dessert. She was about to refuse, but Gage spoke up before she could get the words out.
"What do you have in the way of chocolate?"
"Our chocolate pie is pretty popular."
"Send us a big slice."
He pushed his plate away. "I'm not eating it all by myself. You're helping."
Her stomach loved the idea, but her hips not so much. "Uh-uh, I can't afford the calories."
His gaze traveled to her chest and back up again. "A few bites of pie won't hurt. Trust me."
She laughed and caved. "Who am I to refuse chocolate?"
He winked. "That's the spirit."
As they drove home, Gage had to grip the steering wheel to keep his hands from reaching toward Summer. Damn, it'd been hell watching her eat the chocolate pie. The little sounds of satisfaction she made after each bite had his mind going straight to the gutter.
He took his eyes off the road long enough to see her stroking the smooth leather seat with a fingertip. Hell, Gage wanted that finger on the head of his dick. She wiggled as if attempting to get more comfortable. The movement caused her pretty breasts to jiggle beneath her beige tank top. To keep from drooling, Gage focused on the road again. When he spotted her house, he pulled into the driveway and killed the engine, then turned toward her. "We're home."
"Yes, we are," she whispered.
His gaze roamed over her possessively before he leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. "Like satin. I bet you're like that all over, aren't you, sweetheart?"
"M-maybe you should find out for yourself."
Could he be hearing her right? "Summer?"
"I should be playing hard to get, I know, but I want you, Gage."
"I want you too."
She eyed his crotch and smiled. "I sort of gathered."
He stroked her hair, enjoying the soft strands beneath his fingers. "You go to a man's head, sweetheart."
He cupped her cheek and murmured, "You're sure?"