This summer is going to be twice as hot...
The view from Leigh's front porch was never this nice. In fact, her hunky new neighbor is sparking all kinds of naughty ideas about how to beat the heat. Much to her delight, the feeling is mutual--as long as they keep things light. Her divorce left her a little lonely, but far from needy.
Jared doesn't plan to spend much time in his new place before jetting off on his next photojournalism assignment. Leigh's classic, California blonde looks are any man's fantasy. A little flirting, a little playful, neighborly car washing, and it isn't long until their summer fling is in full swing.
Neither can imagine the sex being any hotter--until Jared's sometime roommate and lover, Matteo, comes to town. In the arms of two men, Leigh brings her ultimate fantasy into scorching reality.
Jared revels in the chance to command his two lovers' every move, but when he gets the call for his next overseas gig, he's not so sure he's ready for the fireworks to end. And even as Leigh gives her two lovers the most precious gift--their freedom--she wonders how she'll find the strength to say goodbye.
This book has been previously published.
Warning: Hot M/M/F menage, sex in public places (sort of--read it and you'll see!), every possible orifice filled (some simultaneously), a big, sexy, bossy alpha, an equally hot beta and a little spanking for good measure. Because let's face it, who doesn't need a little spanking now and then?
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August 09, 2010
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Excerpt from Summer Solstice by Eden Bradley
The glare of the mid-day sun made her wish for her sunglasses, but the heat made her too lazy to go back inside to find them. Squinting, she spotted Jared across the street with a bucket sloshing soapsuds in one hand and a long length of green garden hose in the other. He set the bucket on the ground, then turned on the hose and aimed it at his black SUV.
She almost called out a greeting, but something compelled her to watch in silence as he washed his car. He was dressed in khaki cargo shorts and a black tank. His feet were bare. Why did they look so naked, so vulnerable?
Leigh watched as he moved around the car, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing with every motion. He soaked a sponge in the soapy water then wrung it out, the suds spilling over the backs of his big hands in bubbling rivulets. It made her think of the shattering orgasm she'd had in the shower the night before, with the cool water running down her body, and desire stabbed through her once more.
Cold water had been her only relief from the summer heat lately, but her body craved something more. She bit her lip and shifted in her seat, squeezing her thighs together, her eyes still on Jared.
Almost as though he'd felt that same spearing heat, he looked up, turned and saw her. He smiled crookedly and waved. Leigh rose to her feet and waved back, her pulse fluttering and her sex throbbing.
"Hey, care to help me wash my car?" he called to her.
"Come on. It's too hot out here to do anything else."
She could think of something else. She smiled, stepped off the porch and crossed the street.
"Do you have an extra sponge?"
He handed her the one in his hand, his fingers brushing hers, soapy and wet. "Only this one. You can wash. I'll rinse."
"Oh, lazy, are you?"
He shrugged, his wide, tanned shoulders flexing, the sun glinting off the drops of water on his skin as he grinned at her. "You did offer."
"So I did."
She went to work, running the big sponge over the hot metal of the car. It felt good to work her muscles, to work off some of the lust burning through her body.
"So, why Santa Monica?" she asked him.
"I like the weather. The heat. The scent of the ocean. The fog in the morning. It's moody. It feels like it gives me time to think. I love that quiet early in the morning, you know?"
"Yes. I like that, too. I like to get up at 6 a.m., when everything is still. Drink my tea. Draw. Or sometimes just sit and look out at the garden."
"Do you ever walk on the beach in the morning?"
"Sometimes. Although I always wish I had a dog to walk with." She laughed. "I don't know why."
"I've often thought of getting a dog, but I travel too much for work."
"I've been thinking about it lately, too, now that I'm starting my own business and my time will be more flexible."
"You're not one of those girls who wants a tiny, rat-like creature to dress up and stick in your purse, are you?"
She laughed. "Not me. I much prefer big dogs."
And big men, she thought, watching him rinse the car through the spray of water.
"So, do you like it here, other than the fog?" she asked him, dropping the sponge into the bucket.
"I like it better now."
She turned to find him grinning at her.
"Are you flirting with me, Jared Townsend?"
"Most definitely. Do you mind?"
She paused, watching him for a moment. "No."
"Good. Because I intend to keep doing it."
He stepped closer until she could smell the sun on his skin, the water evaporating in the heat of the day, and that faint scent of him, pure and masculine.
Her body went soft and loose all over.
His gaze was on hers, a small smile tilting the corners of his mouth. "You have soap on you, Leigh."
"So do you."
Still watching her, his dark gaze never leaving her face, he took the hose and let the spray wash over his chest, soaking him. He let the water pool in one big hand, then splashed it over his head, slicking his hair back from his face.
A small trickle of moisture glided down between her breasts. They ached. And between her thighs heat blossomed like the rays of the summer sun.
Jared held the hose, the water surging between his fingers. She wanted to feel that cool water almost as much as she wanted to touch him.
"Are you hot, Leigh?" His voice was low, quiet.
He reached out, lifted her hair off her neck and moved the hose so that the water sluiced over her neck and down her back. She closed her eyes and shivered in delight, her whole body instantly cooling, her flesh prickling with goose bumps. Her white tank top and denim cut-offs soon became soaked.
It felt good--the cold water, the sensation of it on her skin, standing next to this man whose sun-heated skin smelled like pure sex to her. She let her eyes flutter open, and found his were still on her. It made her shiver deep inside--that sense that he could see into her, knew her darkest secrets. And liked what he saw.