When I need to get away from the heat in Los Angeles, I head
to a friend’s house in Vancouver, Canada.
I just need to hide out. Oh, and that cute redhead? A mighty fine way to
pass the time. Will this fling become something more by the time things cool
When I’m invited to my boss’s house for a party, I’m
thrilled. And nervous. Then I meet a guy
who helps me relax. Even when I find out who he is, I keep coming back for
more. Only it turns out I might be way over my head. Can I get out before I
fall for him?
out may be the hottest thing he’s ever done.
headed outside. Opening the screen door with both hands full proved
interesting, but I managed. I was shutting it when someone appeared to help. A
petite someone. The sun was bright off the water in the pool, but I quickly
figured out who it was. “Thanks, Julie.”
She smiled. “Of
The woman was
so beautiful she sometimes took my breath away. Almost-white blonde hair,
stunning green eyes, and a smile as wide as any ever offered to me. She took
the bowl of mixed nuts. But as she gazed into my eyes, she faltered.
flushed. Did you walk here? Have you been out in the sun too long?” She pressed
a hand to my forehead.
“Uh, no. I’m
fine. I’m totally fine.”
voice held a note of concern.
I’m fine. Just the sunshine is bright and—”
Before I could
offer more, my boss appeared. He removed his sunglasses, and the concern in his
brown eyes was obvious.
fine.” My brain was fried, and I’d just had a hand job, but really, I was fine.
the other bowl from my hands, and then Thomas grabbed both mine in his.
I winced. Yep,
scrubbed a little bit too hard.
He glanced down
at my hands, then back up at my face.
Was I beet red?
“I just washed
my hands before I got the nuts and chips.”
Peter was involved. Could this get any worse? The gorgeous movie star stood in
the shallow end of the pool with a toddler in his arms. He was all slicked-back
wet hair, muscular chest, and nice biceps. Basically sex on a stick. I’d
overheard Thomas using that description—I didn’t think I was supposed to
overhear—and I’d never use it myself. That being said, it fit perfectly.
nothing is wrong. Please believe me.
me protestations and denials would only make things worse.
whispered the name under his breath. So low I wasn’t even sure Julie heard it.
Val…Valentino… Yeah, probably the same guy. And something told me he wasn’t
just the caterer.
“Hey, I brought
salsa.” Valentino, no, Val, stepped onto the patio.
for him, but Julie was faster.
I managed to
grab the salsa bowl as she hauled him up. I honestly believed she was going to
hit him—a move she could perfectly execute—but she spun him around, kicked him
in the ass, and he went flailing into the pool.
She dusted off
Oh my God, I
want to die.
USA Today Bestselling author Gabbi Grey lives in beautiful British Columbia where her fur baby chin-poo keeps her safe from the nasty neighborhood squirrels. Working for the government by day, she spends her early mornings writing contemporary, gay, sweet, and dark erotic BDSM romances. While she firmly believes in happy endings, she also believes in making her characters suffer before finding their true love. She also writes m/f romances as Gabbi Black and Gabbi Powell.