Two men, one woman, a secluded beach and a challenge - which man really knows how to give her what she craves?
Dominic Santos is fed up with Jace Cater's know-it-all about women attitude. That's the only reason he accepts the challenge - a four day road trip to see which of them really understands how women think. He knows Jace is wrong about women and is ready to show it. Sweet talking a woman into having sex isn't a guarantee of having a good time - finding a woman who knows what she wants is.
Keera Koltai is convinced she's lost her sexual spark. Burnt out from her work at an adult toy store, Fantasies Inc., she's headed south for some time alone - away from men. But thanks to a washed out causeway, she finds herself stranded on a tiny island with two guys. For years, she's listened to customers talk about lust at first sight, but she'd decided if it hadn't happened to her already, it was never going to happen. Her instant reaction to the men proves that theory all wrong.
The middle of the summer is a busy time. Graduations, weddings, reunions, vacays... All great stuff. This summer, I'm back at book events, traveling, and writing. I like to take day trips--bike riding, hiking, fishing, whatever. The video clip above is one I made while fishing. That sea gull was something else!
The summer is one time of the year when I can stay at my keyboard all day, letting my imagination get the better of me. You can see below what I'm working on right now. I'll also be submitting some short stories and creating a textbook on novel writing.
What are you up to? Find and follow me on the socials and I'll follow you back. We can keep up with each other.
"Play for Keeps was a great story. The sex was over-the-top steamy and hot but believable because of the emotions of the heroine, Keera."
Excerpt From: Play for Keeps
“On your way somewhere?”
Keera Koltai lifted her gaze from the nearly empty beer bottle wrapped in her fingers to connect with a pair of very liquid, very male eyes. Brown, with flecks of lighter tan about the same colour as the bare skin of his lean chest.
What was it with the guys around these islands? Didn’t any of them wear shirts?
At least, this one had a black tee tucked into the back pocket of his low hung jeans.
He spoke again, his southern Florida accent hanging heavy in the damp August air. “Where’d you ride from?”
“Up by Tampa.” Keera swallowed the last of her beer and rolled the empty bottle in her hands as she scanned the mostly empty roadside park. The only life enjoying the mangrove shaded crushed shell shoreline was a trio of stilts, wading along in the quiet tide. Over on the other side of the parking lot some parents dug through their van, sorting out gear while their kids jumped up, trying to touch the low needles of a slash pine.
When she looked back to the guy, he nodded, swinging himself around her bright yellow Buell and dropping onto the sandy grass where she’d stopped to stretch before continuing the last few miles to the isolated campground where she was headed. The day’s last rays of sun crossed over his chest, casting shadows over his long, lean legs. Tipping his head, he said, “Nice bike.”
The Buell was Keera’s only real possession, a symbol of some constant quest. Maybe a quest for freedom, maybe a quest for something else, she really didn’t know. The bike was such a personal part of herself, a part that even she didn’t understand, she rarely talked about it with anyone. So she simply nodded and said thanks.
He slanted her a grin and held out his hand. “I’m Samuel, off-duty fishing guide.”
Keera accepted the gesture, wrapping her fingers around his wide palm. Calloused skin rasped against her fingertips as he slowly pulled away in a release so gradual it was a sensual promise. A warm sliver of awareness slipped through her, and she found herself taking an appraising look at his leanly muscled chest and flat stomach.
He noticed her stare and angled back onto his elbows, strands of his shaggy black hair catching in the evening breeze. “I was fishing the rivers that come off White Water Bay the past couple days, now I’m headed up Tamiami Trail to hang out with some friends, then, you know, whatever.”