After a year of travel, fun-loving pool shark Lynette Brooks has settled in Pineville to be near her cousin. She doesn’t plan to be there long, and she doesn’t expect fate to step in, sweeping her off her feet. But when she meets the serious cop, Ty Sellers, she sees a challenge and is determined to get to know him.
Ty is a no-nonsense, by-the-book lawman who keeps to himself. Living in a fog of misery is exactly what he deserves, and getting emotionally attached to someone is not an option…until he meets Lynette. She’s spontaneous, reckless, and a gorgeous haphazard of a woman who threatens to break through his guarded walls and unsettles emotions he buried long ago.
The chemistry between them is undeniable, but the guilt Ty lives with every day causes him to push Lynette away. All she wants is him, but how much of his wavering can she take before letting go for good?
Content Warning: strong language and graphic sex
Lynette slipped her shoes off, rolled her jeans to her knees, and dipped her feet in the cool lake. A massive weeping willow loomed overhead, by the light of the night the cascading leaves looked like a flowing waterfall.
She stared at the tree for a moment then flashed Ty a smile. “Thanks for bringing me here.”
He put the cooler down next to an iron framed chair with beige cushions and sat on the edge. “I called in a favor. No big deal.”
“Sharon and Kyle are pretty great. I’ve been to their house, seen the tropical paradise backyard, but this… I had no idea it was so beautiful. No wonder Kayla asked to have her wedding here.” She raised an eyebrow, gave him a teasing grin. “Have you decided yet if you’re going?”
“Well, if you do go, be warned, there will be dancing.” Lynette plucked her feet from the water and stood. She grabbed her phone from her front pocket and searched through her music. She’d never danced lakeside under moonlight, and didn’t want to pass up the chance, or the opportunity to be in his arms again. “You might want to practice. After all, there’s no better way to woo the ladies. What will your date think if you’re not fully prepared to swing her around the dance floor as if you own it?”
“Are you saying I’m a bad dancer, Miss Brooks?”
“Nope. I’m seizing the moment.” She hit play on her phone, and a slow melody filled the silence of the night air. “Dance with me.”
“Here?” he asked, glancing around at their surroundings.
“Of course! Why not?” Lynette grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. The hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. The gesture caused all kinds of crazy little birds to take flight in her chest. “What else are we gonna do? Sit here and drink beer until we both pass out?” She laughed once then stood firm, feigning a serious face. “Wait, you didn’t bring me out here to the most romantic spot I’ve seen in forever for nothing, did you?”
“I thought you’d like it.” A huge smile plastered his face.
Ty took her other hand, maneuvered her in a half twist so her back was to his chest, then spun her out to the extent of his arm and back in where they faced each other. His right hand landed on the small of her back and pulled her close. He chuckled and did some kind of waltz type step to the music. Placing his palm on her chest, he pushed until her back arched in a way she never knew it could. Slowly, Ty ran his hand down the length of her torso, leaving a trail of unbridled heat that sent every ounce of blood in her body gushing straight to her core. By the time he jerked her back up her entire body had become a trembling heap. When their eyes met, she nearly came apart and fell through the cracks of the wood decking.What the hell?
Lynette wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from sliding through his hold, and tried her damnedest to control her lungs. She swallowed hard to tamp down the shaking in her throat. It didn’t work, and her words came out sounding weak, quavering. “Someone’s showing off.”
“Someone asked for it,” he said, low and resolute.
Sidda Lee Tate has spent most of her life creating stories. Writing is one of her great loves, with romance and eroticism being her specialties. Whether her words make readers cry or laugh or just downright hot, she is proud to take people on a journey with her characters. Sidda Lee lives in a small town in Arkansas with her husband and son.