A second chance at love is worth fighting for.
Bandicoot Cove: The Wedding, Book 1
Bianca Rogers is one signature away from finalizing her divorce. And she will finalize it just as soon as she gets home. But for this weekend, she’s putting her troubles aside and enjoying the gorgeous, sunlit luxury of Bandicoot Cove, the resort where her brother is getting married. The last thing she expects is to be knocked off her feet—literally—by gorgeous Brody Evans.
The fireworks are instantaneous. Brody is just her type: sexy, warm, friendly, and in the same boat as her: in the process of getting a divorce.
Spending time together is a mutual no-brainer. Attraction quickly grows to full-blown lust. But flying sparks come with increasingly personal conversations, and soon neither of them can ignore their past mistakes or the circumstances that have led them to the island.
Now it’s time to determine whether old hurts and sudden doubts will prevent love from leading them to a whole new happily ever after.
Warning: If you don’t believe in second chances, never thought it was possible to fall in love again and aren’t interested in scrumptious, hot love scenes, then this story probably isn’t for you. You’d be missing out – big time – but yeah…it’s probably not for you.
I enjoyed this short story by Jess Dee. The sex scenes were super hot and the characters wasted no time in getting down and dirty. I really like a build up to the relationship between the main characters, I find it more delicious when the sexual tension is drawn out and was kind of disappointed that Bee And Brody were at it so quickly. But the reason for this was revealed later on and it gave an interesting twist to the story, certainly something I didn’t see coming. I don’t want to give anything away so you will just have to go and buy it and read it for yourselves! All in all a sweet, sexy summer read.
She squirmed against him, struggled to lower her waist and yet still kiss him. She never wanted to stop kissing him. Ever. Never wanted to lose his unique taste. Or be deprived of the eroticism of his tongue. The hot, teasing skill of his mouth.
Never mind bottling his scent and keeping it beside her bed, she considered tying him to her bed, keeping him there so she could sniff him at night. And in the morning. And perhaps once or twice during the day as well.
Brody broke the kiss with an agonized groan. “Christ, Bee, you gotta stop.”
Bianca froze. “S-stop what?”
“Driving me crazy. Rubbing against me like that.” He gritted his teeth as though he were in pain.
“You…don’t like it?” Was that her heart climbing into her throat? Was that why she suddenly couldn’t talk? Couldn’t breathe?
“No,” he growled. “I fucking love it. But it’s driving me wild. Making me wanna do bad things to you, right here, in the pool—”
“Do them,” she demanded. “Right here, in the pool.” She twisted her hips this way then that, rubbing herself on his belly, grinding her clit against all that smooth muscle.
Brody squeezed his eyes shut. “Christ, you’re a little hellfire. “Horny hellfire,” Bee corrected and molded her mouth to his again.