As the top collegiate shortstop in the country, Ryan O’Donnell’s life is about discipline and training. But a growing restlessness causes him to bail on his baseball team over spring break to join his buddies at an exclusive singles resort. He just needs a few days to escape his life, and then he’ll get right back on track. But not twenty minutes after he arrives he meets HER, and the world as he knows it changes irrevocably. It should only be a hookup—that’s what spring break’s all about—but one taste of this sexy, vibrant woman isn’t enough. He has to have her. Even if it’s only for a week.Sophie Valentine—yes, that Valentine—just found out her siblings want to sell off Crazy Hearts—the Peeps of the Valentine’s Day world. Being the youngest by eight years, she’s used to feeling left out, but selling off her family’s legacy without talking to her first? Not gonna happen. Upset, she takes off with her friends on their spring break vacation. She only wanted an escape—she never imagined meeting HIM. He’s smoking hot and intensely protective of her—and she loves it. But he’s about to start a major league baseball career, and she’s launching a battle to keep the family company. They have no future. It’s just…she’s never felt this way for anyone before.Are they really going to walk away from this kind of connection…this passion? Or can a week turn into a lifetime?
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Just like the night before, the moment traffic slowed to a crawl, Ryan paid the driver and jumped out of the cab. Electronic music throbbed in the air, and a steady stream of people flowed in the direction of the town square.
Once the stage came into view, he got his bearings. People around him thrashed and banged into each other like it was one giant mosh pit.
Sophie had sent a text about five minutes ago, letting him know where she was, so he stopped to reread it.
On San Gabriel, across the street from Hotel Abac, in the park. Standing right behind a bench.
Ryan pushed his way through the throng. The deeper in he got, the more worried he became. The square was jammed with people. Bodies pressed, slammed, and undulated together.
Imagining her alone in this crazy crowd, her curvy body in that red dress, got his blood pumping. If anyone touched her…He pushed through, trying to read the storefronts and finally spotted Hotel Abac.
He sent a quick text. I’m here. Wave or something.
Waving. Crowd’s insane.
His nerves fired up, and if he didn’t get to her soon, he’d start dropping bodies. Where the hell was she?
At the corner of San Gabriel and Monuments Boulevard, he stood on the base of a streetlamp to give him extra height. Every spot of red spiked his pulse.
A fluttering white scarf caught his attention, and once he saw it led to a red dress, he took off, shouldering people aside to get to her.
Finally, she was within his reach. He grabbed her hips from behind and hauled her up against him, immediately surrounded by her sweet, floral scent. She gasped, whipping around with fear in her eyes. But then she saw him, and happiness bloomed across her features. Her mouth moved, but he couldn’t hear a thing she said. Turning in his arms, she wrapped a hand around his neck and lifted up on her toes to bring her mouth to his ear. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
He didn’t know if she meant to, but her nose nuzzled his neck. Desire kicked him hard. He lowered his face into her hair, breathing her in, painfully aware of her lush body pressing against him and her hand on his neck, holding him close.
Desire streamed through him in a fierce, hot wave. He felt a shudder run through her, and then she looked up at him. She was so beautiful, and that mouth, so lush, so pink, was right there. Her expression turned heated, mirroring the same crazy need burning through him.
He kissed her. And the moment he pressed his mouth to hers, she squirmed against him, returning his kiss with equal fervor.
She made him hot and wild. His tongue licked into her mouth, his hands slid down the bare skin of her back to cup her perfect bottom. He’d missed her. He didn’t understand it—he certainly didn’t want to feel this way—but he was powerless to stop it.
Bodies knocked into him, causing him to tighten his hold. He kissed her more deeply, needing more of the slick heat of her mouth, the slow, seductive tangle of her tongue.
She grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of his neck. Her hips pushed up hard against him, and the kiss turned voracious.
Award-winning author Erika Kelly has been spinning romantic tales all her life—she just didn’t know it. Raised on the classics, she didn’t discover romantic fiction until later in life. From that moment on, she’s been devouring the genre and has found her true voice as an author. Over three decades she’s written poems, screenplays, plays, short stories, and all kinds of women’s fiction novels. Married to the love of her life and raising four children, she’s lived in two countries and seven states, but give her pen and paper, a stack of good books, and a steaming mug of vanilla chai latte and she can make her home anywhere.
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