too-confident Max Emory suddenly feels lost. He may have devastatingly good
looks, an abundance of charm, and a claim to one of the biggest hotel empires
around, but he has no ambition anymore. So when his fed-up friends decide
they’ve had enough of his moping, they sign him up to be the next bachelor on
the reality series Love Island. And between his pride and his forged signature
on an ironclad contract, Max just can’t say no.
Now he’s stranded in paradise with twenty-four women, oneterrifying goat, and Becca, the breathtaking barista who already turned him down back home. The closer Max gets to Becca, the more determined he becomes to win her over. As she gets to know him better, things start heating up. But is Becca really after Max’s heart—or is she after the cash prize she could claim once the cameras stop rolling?
EXCERPT
“And . . .” She held up her hand like she was doing a damn
countdown! “You’re kind of, like . . .” She leaned forward and whispered, “A
bit . . .” Her eyes teased. “Metro.”
countdown! “You’re kind of, like . . .” She leaned forward and whispered, “A
bit . . .” Her eyes teased. “Metro.”
“As in . . . ,” I baited her.
“Feminine,” she snapped. “Yup, that’s the word. And Max, I
mean that in the nicest way possible.”
mean that in the nicest way possible.”
“You mean . . .” I licked my lips, then slapped the water.
“In the kindest way you can possibly say it, ‘Oh, look, Max has boobs’? Or you
mean it in the way that says I lack the proper sexual magnetism to get your
engine going?”
“In the kindest way you can possibly say it, ‘Oh, look, Max has boobs’? Or you
mean it in the way that says I lack the proper sexual magnetism to get your
engine going?”
Becca rolled her eyes. “Hey, I didn’t come here to fight. I
was just going to go over our date for tomorrow without the watchful eyes of
Big Brother.”
was just going to go over our date for tomorrow without the watchful eyes of
Big Brother.”
“Hmm.” She was looking down at her feet. So I did what any
desperate man who’d just been insulted in the worst way possible would do. I
grabbed her feet, dragged her into the water, creating a huge splash, and then,
when her head popped up for air, I gave her something else.
desperate man who’d just been insulted in the worst way possible would do. I
grabbed her feet, dragged her into the water, creating a huge splash, and then,
when her head popped up for air, I gave her something else.
My tongue.
Kissing Becca could become a very nice, very addicting . . .
pastime. Her lips were soft, pliant, but her hands were beating against my
chest. Ah, classic move. Listen up, men: women fight us because they’re
expected to. They have to put up the fight so they don’t come off as easy. So
the next time a girl hits you in the chest, go with it, kiss her harder. It
just means she wants more, especially when her chest is heaving and her tongue
is doing . . . that. Yeah, exactly. Oh. Hell. Damn. Kill me now. When her
tongue is doing that? Becca’s tongue pushed against mine and then she sucked.
pastime. Her lips were soft, pliant, but her hands were beating against my
chest. Ah, classic move. Listen up, men: women fight us because they’re
expected to. They have to put up the fight so they don’t come off as easy. So
the next time a girl hits you in the chest, go with it, kiss her harder. It
just means she wants more, especially when her chest is heaving and her tongue
is doing . . . that. Yeah, exactly. Oh. Hell. Damn. Kill me now. When her
tongue is doing that? Becca’s tongue pushed against mine and then she sucked.
I felt said sucking all the way through my body.
When she stopped fighting me, I wrapped my arms around her
neck, pulling her as close against me as I could, and then pulled away.
neck, pulling her as close against me as I could, and then pulled away.
Her eyes furrowed with confusion as she tried to lean
forward.
forward.
I pulled back again, and swam her over to the ladder.
“Thanks, Becca,” I whispered. “I needed a little
motivation.”
motivation.”
“M-motivation?”
“Game on.” I helped her up and followed. “And by the way . .
.” I grabbed her hands and moved her flat palms from my chest all the way down
to my waist. “I’m anything but feminine. Have a good night.” As I walked away,
I did what any sane man would do. I paused so she could get her fill and
realize that yes, I was, in fact, still naked. And when I heard her gasp, I
turned around and saluted her in more ways than one.
.” I grabbed her hands and moved her flat palms from my chest all the way down
to my waist. “I’m anything but feminine. Have a good night.” As I walked away,
I did what any sane man would do. I paused so she could get her fill and
realize that yes, I was, in fact, still naked. And when I heard her gasp, I
turned around and saluted her in more ways than one.
Point. Max.
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