Her rebound resolution
This is so not the romantic vacation she planned! Instead of a letâs-rekindle-this-relationship getaway, PR rep Melanie Ambrose is en route to Cancún with a Dear Jane letter and Hunter Ryan, her smoking-hot new bodyguard. To make matters worse, thereâs only one available room at the hotel she booked...with one bed!
The truth is, Melanie has been so career-focused that sheâs ignored what she wants. And faced with sun, sand and an incredibly sexy companion, a deliciously hot and naughty fling seems the exact thing to help her reset her focus. But as the days pass, Melanie wants to change their arrangement so this doesnât end when they get back on the plane...
âAre you saying you donât find me physically attractive?â
âI find you physically attractive.â Hunterâs comment was an understatement. Melanie was actually his ideal woman, the kind of woman he wanted to both protect from harm and push up against a wall and make scream with pleasure. But telling her that would be completely unprofessional. He was still on a job. âYouâre a beautiful woman.â
She sighed again. âI donât feel beautiful. I feel foolish. And a little airsick.â
âHere. Lie down and close your eyes.â Hunter patted his legs, indicating she should stretch out.
He was attracted to her, yes, but he also felt...interest. That tug of desire, in both his groin and his chest. Not good. Not good at all.
Which made offering for her to sprawl across his lap incredibly stupid.
She glanced up at him with big brown eyes. âYouâre very hard.â
âExcuse me?â He was working on it, but not there yet. If she kept shifting around like that, he would be, though, and she would get an earful.
âYour legs. Theyâre very muscular. Not the best pillow.â
Right.
She smiled up at him. âBut thank you. I appreciate it.â Squeezing his knee she added, âYouâre very sweet.â
Now, that was a word no one had ever used to describe him.
And with that, his job got a whole hell of a lot harder.
Dear Reader,
As a Northern girl, my favorite thing to do in the winter is to escape it. Unlike those who revel in skiing and ice-skating, I spend the winter running from building to car to my house wearing seven layers of fleece. Aside from not moving because of family, I swear half the reason I continue to live in the North is for the excuse to head to Mexico every chance I get!
So my heroine, Melanieâs, desire to experience the triple play of sun, sand and sexy times was easy to channel. While Iâve never had a hot bodyguard like Hunter accompany me on vacation, I did once lose sleep in Cancún due to a couple of amorous dolphins right outside my room. Sometimes truth is strangerâor funnierâthan fiction!
I hope youâll enjoy this final installment of my From Every Angle trilogy with an unlikely pair forced together and finding love.
Happy reading,
Erin McCarthy
USA TODAY and New York Times bestselling author ERIN McCARTHY was first published in 2002 and has since written over fifty novels and novellas in teen fiction, new adult and adult romance. Erin is a RITA® Award finalist and the recipient of an ALA Quick Picks for Reluctant Young Adult Readers Award. When sheâs not writing she can be found sipping martinis in high heels or eating ice cream in fleece pajamas depending on the day, and managing the lives of her two teens, two cats and her codependent dog. You can find Erin online at erinmccarthy.net or follow her on Twitter: @authorerin.
Muchas gracias to Celso, Danny, Gil and Cuauhtemoc and the other guys at Fly High Adventures for always making my zip-line excursions and pit stops at the Three Amigos in Cozumel a blast.
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SOMETHING WAS WRONG. Nearly everyone in the airport was naked.
Melanie Ambrose glanced around and frowned before rounding on her boyfriend. Dang it, he had broken their deal. âYou said you were done working! Weâre on vacation, Ian, as of midnight last night. Our flight to Mexico is in an hour.â She flung a finger out to point at the group of men and women sitting bare-assed on the hard plastic chairs in OâHareâs Concourse B. âThis looks like work.â
She shouldnât have trusted him to get to the airport on his own. She should have swung by his apartment and scooped him up, but it was out of the way and Ian hadnât wanted to stay at her place because he hated her bed. Sheâd agreed to arriving separate and now this. So annoying. Absolutely and utterly annoying. The whole reason their relationship was crumbling was because Ian worked all the time. She understood that his photography business was commercially successful beyond his wildest dreams, and that there were responsibilities and expectations, but this vacation was supposed to give him a much-needed rest. And her, a much-needed orgasm.
He held up his hands and gave her an apologetic shrug. âMel, baby, I couldnât resist. Iâve not shot at the airport before, and what a perfect opportunity to capture the shuffling of humanity. Itâs brilliant. And I owe the idea to you.â