Friday, May 16, 2014

Happy Endings by SL Scott - Cover Reveal




I thought I was strong… But I wasn’t when it came to Evan Ashford.


The rich, cocky playboy I met within minutes of landing in Hawaii
didn’t give me arrogance. He gave me his heart and his hard truths. In return,
I gave him everything, including my trust. The man made me weak in the knees,
but I soon learned the bad boy surfer had a reputation that preceded him and an
image to uphold.

The sexual chemistry was unquestionable, our emotions irrational,
but our love was undeniable. Together our pasts didn’t matter. Our different
backgrounds were irrelevant. He made me feel his life wasn’t worth living
without me in it. He took my breath away and saved each one of them, owning me wholly.

Evan became my life, but with all the obstacles that stood in our
way, could he become my future?



Life was perfect. Paradise was found in the arms of a redeemed bad
boy. Evan Ashford’s cocky side didn’t stand a chance against true love. He
pursued me with an unbridled determination, a passion that couldn’t be denied,
winning me over. Our lives are now set… or should have been. But nothing stays
perfect forever and happiness comes with a price.

We’ve paid that price.

Sometimes we may not get the answers we seek, but we’ve learned to
cherish the gifts we’ve been given. It doesn’t matter what life throws at us or
takes away, we’ve found love and we will fight for what matters




He turns and looks at me. "The
pavement is hot. I'll carry you the rest of the way. Hop on."
Being stubborn, I touch my foot to the
pavement to test it.
"I'm parked six rows over. You can
walk if you want." He shrugs, but looks confident.
He starts walking, but the ground is too
hot and I don't want to scorch my feet. I huff, putting my hands on my hips.
"Fine. I'll take the ride."
And there is that self-satisfied smile. If
I wasn't anxious to get out of here myself, I'd protest just to spite him. But
I want to get home, so I swallow my pride.
He comes back and bends over and I hop onto
his back wrapping my legs around his body and my arms loosely around his neck.
My cold, wet, bathing suit is in my hand, dripping down his bare chest, and I find
a tidbit of pleasure in that annoyance. He's getting me back five times over
with the friction of his body against my nether region as he moves though. All
that separates us is the soft cotton of the briefs I'm wearing.
He makes me want him! It's hard to give up
the best sex of your life over stupid stuff like principles and pride.
We reach the car and he grabs me from the
side, spinning me to his front and pinning me against the vehicle with his
"Whoa! What are you doing?" My
feet don't reach the ground and he's holding me by my ass and enjoying himself
at that.
"I told you our conversation wasn't
"Do we have to finish it with your
cock pressed against me while your hands fondle my ass though?" I ask,
He laughs then leans his head against my
forehead. "You're right. We shouldn't be talking." His lips graze
mine and my body relaxes under his grip. Sensing the tension dissipating from
my body, he kisses me. I hold out for exactly point two seconds before I kiss
him back.

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