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It was supposed to be nothing more than a fantasy.
All right, so I'll admit that maybe steamy, impulsive sex isn't the ideal way to cope with a total stranger wandering into your beach house unannounced. But discovering that my anonymous lover is none other than Shane-the-Pain Becker, the dirtbag spawned only to torment me throughout adolescence...well, somebody kill me now.
To add insult to injury, there's a major hurricane bearing down on us and we're stuck together for the duration. I don't know which force of nature scares me the most - Hurricane Elliott or Shane.
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Never in my wildest dreams would I have envisioned a scenario where Melanie Lane would be wrapping her sweet legs around me. Scratch that - there were, in fact, an abundance of wild dreams where Felony Melanie was concerned. I just never thought I had a chance in hell of making them reality. I mean, the girl thinks I'm sewer scum and always has.
Even now. She still believes I'm not good enough for her. I'm assuming that's why she seems bound and determined to shut me out.
She keeps insisting this is just sex.
But as long as the hurricane keeps her trapped in my arms, I will make it my mission to convince her otherwise.
Full-length standalone recommended for adults only
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