SUMMER OF SURRENDER
Published 7th November 2013
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BARNES & NOBLE
Sex is the only thing they have in common. Total surrender the name of the game.
James had it all. Good education. City job and a wife he would have been willing to die for. Their motto had been work hard, play hard, but she’d pushed the boundaries too far and he’d walked. Became the man he felt he needed to be. Detached. In control.
Free spirit Kezia lives each day at a time; sharing, loving and giving are unconditional. And sex is part of the sharing.
When fate leaves James and Kezia trapped together for the summer, her openness is an invitation he just can’t resist. The attraction is instant, the sex all-consuming. And as their fantasies become reality, James begins to realise that willing surrender is a far different pleasure to forced submission…
‘…a lovely story that draws you in.’ Kinky Book Klub
‘Sweet, sexy and heartbreaking.’ Tasty Read Book Reviews
‘…a sexually-charged romance between two completely opposite characters who are absolutely perfect for one another.’ Book Reviews and More by Kathy
'James and Kezia are well written polar opposite characters that draw you in and make you a part of their story.' Romance Bookworm's Reviews
'What promises to be a hot and steamy, sexually charged story developed into so much more, with characters that were complex and flawed, a story line that promises only a summer but leaves everyone looking for more.' I am, Indeed
Her fingers were drawn to the battered guitar case and she hesitated for a moment before unzipping it, pulling out the instrument and running her fingers over the polished wood. The one thing of any value that she had, the one thing that had the power to nourish her soul. The one constant left in her life, her companion. The corners of her mouth twitched, she sounded like a soppy, sorry for herself idiot. A good job it was all in her head and not out loud for macho man James to hear.
She perched on the corner of the bed, then slowly started plucking at the strings. Watched her reflection in the dressing table mirror as her fingers moved. She did look a mess. He must have thought she was a right drop-out. Which she was in a way. She’d been called hippy chick, weirdo, gyppo and worse in her time. That’s what being brought up by parents with different attitudes and beliefs did to your reputation. . But she did miss them. And she missed Simon, even though she knew she had to leave him.
Was it only yesterday when she’d been in his arms? Yesterday when he’d cupped her face in his hands. ‘You’re leaving aren’t you?’
‘Why? We’re okay.’
Yeah, okay. Just okay. And they were, they fitted easily together. He held her when she needed him to, kissed her gently when he wanted to make love, took her with an infinite care that made her heart ache.
They’d made love just before she’d left for the airport. Deep inside she knew he was hoping she’d change her mind, that he could change her mind. But neither of them said it. And deep inside she knew that it was time to say goodbye, to move on, that changing her mind would be a mistake she wasn’t prepared to make. They’d lain naked on an old soft blanket that he always had in the back of the car, under the shade of a tree so that the warmth of the air bathed them, not the heat of the sun.
‘I love you, Kez.’ His blue gaze locked with hers. Trusting, open honest.
She linked her fingers through his. ‘I love you too, Simon.’ And she did. In her own way. The way that said she trusted him, she liked to be in his arms, he made her laugh….
‘You don’t have to go, or I can come with you.’
And the burning tears caught at the back of her throat as his soft full lips took hers. He always made love to her gently, almost reverentially, but this time there had been an edge of desperation too and it made her sadder than any tears or pleas could have done.