He saved her life. She showed him how to live it . . .
When he sees a woman drowning, Grisham Abbot immediately leaps into action. The Navy SEAL forgets his training, his past, and the explosion that forever scarred his body and his mind. He can only remember what he was born to do. But saving Greta Owen is a complication Grisham is definitely not ready for. She’s stunning and gorgeous—like sunlight after months of darkness. Yep, Grisham is so, so screwed.
Greta knows that the smart thing to do would be to run from Grisham. He’s a wounded warrior, and his head is a big-time mess. The problem is that Greta wants to make him her mess. One kiss and she’s completely in over her head. And if this SEAL risked himself to save her, then she must find a way to bring him back to life . . .
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The stinging hot
needles of Grisham’s shower feels heavenly as it washes the sand and salt off
of my body. I smile to myself as I run my hands through my wet hair,
remembering how amazing the day was. I’m also remembering how hot Grisham is on
a surfboard. He’s such a natural out there, dipping low on his board when he
needs to and riding each wave in effortlessly. He never once lost a wave.
It was an
incredible day.
And now that same
hot, sexy guy is waiting for me somewhere in his house while I shower. I can’t
keep the smile off my face.
Suddenly, a warm
hand slides around my waist until it rests on my stomach. I gasp as Grisham
yanks me back against the hard planes of his wet body, and one of my arms
immediately goes up to wrap around the back of his neck.
“You’re fucking
beautiful,” he groans into my ear. I can feel it; he’s hard and ready for me,
and I turn in his arms to face him.
I’m so not prepared
for the sight of Grisham fully naked in the shower with me.
My eyes roam
greedily from his broad, tattooed shoulders to the muscled wall of his chest.
Then they drift down to the rack of abdominal muscles that could and should
definitely be in a magazine. A trail of dark hair leads down to the impressive
length of his cock, and a whimper escapes me. I pull my eyes away to travel
down his thick thighs and cantaloupe-sized calf, before my gaze meanders lazily
up his body once more.
And when I meet his
gaze, I’m instantly wet and ready for him, more so than I’ve ever been before.
Because the sight of a man that looks like Grisham devouring every inch of me
in return is beyond hot.
“I’m done waiting,”
he grinds out, just before his lips collide with mine.
Diana Gardin is a wife of one and a mom of two. Writing is her second full time job to that, and she loves it! Diana writes contemporary romance in the Young Adult and New Adult categories. She's also a former Elementary school teacher. She loves steak, sugar cookies, and Coke and hates working out.
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