Title: Everest
Author: S.L. Scott
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 7, 2017
SYNOPSIS
From New York Times Bestselling Author, S.L. Scott, comes a ROMANTIC SUSPENSE STANDALONE that will have you on the edge of your seat and swooning over this ALPHA BILLIONAIRE.Six foot three. Dynamic green eyes. Utterly irresistible.
Ethan Everest stole my breath the first time I saw him. He romanced me with skill, dazzled me with his charisma, and proceeded to steal my heart right after.
I might have fallen for his easy going smile the first time we met, but I fell for him the second time.
Honey-colored hair. Cherry-kissed lips. Captivatingly gorgeous.
Singer Davis was the first, and only, woman to ever intimidate me. She spoke to my heart with her wit, seduced me with her eyes, and became the only thing that made sense in a world that made none.
I let her slip through my fingers once. I won’t make that mistake twice.
Secrets broke us apart. Can a second chance bring us back together?
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EXCERPT
Singer
Slipping off my
shoes, I dim the lights on the wall panel. I take my clothes off and hang them
on a hook near the door before returning to the tub.
The tub, warm and inviting as I step in,
eases my aching feet from my high heels and the tension in my shoulders. I pour
some of the bubble suds and giggle. That was so cute and showed me a whole new
side to Ethan—the at-home Texan who relates to his roots—instead of the strong,
quieter, broodier man I see sometimes.
While the suds foam and the tub fills, I
look out the window. The sky is clear up here. The buildings are far enough apart
to avoid spying on neighbors. It’s like floating in heaven.
I hear his knock on the door, so I call,
“Come in,” while making sure the bubbles cover all the important parts.
Ethan walks in with two glasses of
champagne in one hand and the bottle in the other.
“You came prepared,” I note, leaning back
on one side of the tub.
“I thought I might join you.” He waggles
his eyebrows.
I giggle and reach for a glass. “Come on
in,” I reply and wonder if he will really take me up on my dare.
He sets the bottle and his glass down on
the side of the tub. His tie was removed before he came in and I notice his
shoes are long gone, along with his jacket. When he starts on the buttons of
his shirt, I sit up, scooping suds over me. “Wait, for real?”
“Yep. I think that tub’s big enough for the
two of us.”
“But you said you don’t take baths.”
“I also said I’ve never used this one.
Seems like an opportune time.”
“But I’m naked,” I say, worried about
everything—his body naked next to mine, not shaving my legs before I went out
tonight. My mind flickers through my flaws. Ugh. No. Just no. Not like that.
That stuff should be shared in the dark of a bedroom under the influence of
alcohol and desperate sex. We’re too sober for this. I’m too sober for this.
What does he possibly see in me when he has women like Nicolina waiting?
He’s more than I’ve imagined, and in some
senses, it scares me. He’s the sort of man women like Nicolina land. For once
though, it was as if she saw me as competition. The feeling is exhilarating.
“Like I said, seems like an opportune
time.”
His shirt is dropped, his undershirt
following quickly behind. Good God Almighty. What does a guy who looks like
that see in me? “I see you like to work out.” I clear my throat and want to
bonk my head on the side of the tub for saying it out loud.
Chuckling, he says, “I have a gym down the
hall. It’s how I relieve stress.”
“I thought that’s what sex was for.” I gasp
and cover my mouth, wishing I could keep my crazy thoughts in my head where
they belong instead of on my tongue. His eyes are heavy, a smirky smirk
restraining a laugh. “God, you cannot let me talk when I’m nervous.”
“If this is what happens when you’re
nervous, I’ll make you nervous more often.” His pants come down and my
curiosity is answered. Tonight he’s in boxers. When he catches my eyes on his
package, I’m thankful I’m wearing waterproof mascara because I immediately go
underwater. Screw my makeup. It’s really the only way to keep my mouth in check
at this point. I count to five and then pop back up. With my hands covering my
boobs, I ask, “You’re really coming in?”
“Yes, scoot over.”
Good
God Almighty.
ABOUT S.L. SCOTT
Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She's obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she's a pro.
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