Genre: Contemporary Romance

Strangers to lovers, who don't know they're enemies...

Raven Donovan isn’t looking for a relationship. She’s married to her job and vice president of her company. So she’s blindsided when a corporate takeover leaves her unceremoniously unemployed. Reeling, she retreats to her family’s beach house on Heron Harbor Island and drowns her sorrows in a bottle of tequila. And then a tall, dark, and gorgeous stranger walks through the door...

Jack Baines has it all—money, a good job, and he’s the heir to one of the largest private equity firms on the East Coast. With his latest conquest under his belt, he should be flying high. But as much as he enjoys the thrill of the hunt, firing people takes a toll on him. So he heads to the beach for some alone time, never expecting to find a half-naked, dark-haired beauty in his rental.

With a storm raging outside, Raven and Jack end up sharing more than just the house. A scorching night turns into a red-hot weekend that reveals how much they have in common—including Raven’s ex-company. That revelation threatens everything they’ve found unless they fight to build something new...together.

Excerpt

Raven shrugged. “I haven’t had any relationships.”

Jack looked like she’d dropped an anvil on his head. “But why? You’re brilliant. And so beautiful. Any man would want to be with you.”

“I don’t want to be with any man. At least not in a relationship. Sex is a different story.” After a hook-up, she could walk away, free and clear, and not have to compromise on her life choices.

He shook his head. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

Why was it so hard for men to understand that women could be happy and single? Raven’s life was plenty full with her job, sisters, and friends. She didn’t need anything more.

She brushed her palm along the side of Jack’s stubbled face. “It makes sense to me. Work is my priority. Relationships get in the way. So you truly don’t have to worry about me falling for you, or trying to make you my boyfriend. But sex is a biological need. And right now, I need to have sex with you. So if you’ve changed your mind, I’m going upstairs to take care of myself.”

Jack’s hands gently cupped Raven’s face. “Let me take care of you. Please.”

A thrill shot up her spine. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Jack kissed her long and hard, working his way from her mouth, to her neck, and then to her breasts. With deft hands, he removed her bra then kissed one bare breast as he played with the nipple of the other. Raven arched her back under Jack’s expert touch. He’d noticed what she liked and was putting that knowledge to good use.

Normally, she’d have yanked off her clothes, tossed him a condom, and they’d be halfway done by now. Not tonight. She didn’t want to rush things. Something told her that sex with Jack would be worth the slow build. The long, playful kisses, his gentle fingers stroking her skin, raising goosebumps over her flesh, and the exquisite taunting of her nipples that kept her on the edge of climax. She could kiss this man all night.

A few minutes later, just when she was sure she might die if she couldn’t have Jack inside her, his rough whisper came in her ear. “Stand up. I need to get these jeans off of you.”

Sweet relief.

But first, she wasn’t going to be the only one who was naked. Her fingers reached for the hem of his long-sleeved T-shirt. The few glimpses she’d caught of his torso when they were bagging sand earlier had been tantalizing. Now she wanted not just to see what lay beneath his shirt, but to touch it too, and maybe even to lick it. Taking her hint, he pulled his shirt up and over his head.

Raven licked her lips as she gazed at the specimen before her. “This is nice.” Her fingertips stroked his hard pecs and skimmed the center line of his abs.

“I’m glad you approve,” he said with a wry smile.

“I do. We’re going to have a lot of fun.”

“Speaking of which.” He tapped her backside. “Lose the pants.”

She hopped off of his lap, then stood before him as she unfastened the button, slid down the zipper, then shimmied out of her jeans.

Jack drew a deep inhale and ran his fingers over her black lace thong. “You have no idea how much I love lace.”

She grinned. “You’re in luck. It’s all I wear.”

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About Lea Nolan

Lea Nolan is a USA Today bestselling author who writes smart, witty contemporary stories filled with head-swooning, heart-throbbing, sweep-you-off your feet romance. She also pens books for young adults featuring bright heroines, crazy-hot heroes, diabolical plot twists, plus a dose of magic, a draft of romance, and a sprinkle of history.

Born and raised on Long Island, New York she loves the water far too much to live inland. With her heroically supportive husband and three brilliant children, she resides in Maryland where she cracks crabs and bakes ugly birthday cakes.

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