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Summer vacation means letting go of stress. Sure, trips to the big city or Europe are great, but nothing says relaxation like spending time on a lake or by the seashore.
Having grown up on the Jersey shore, I’m an ocean kind of gal. But I’m pretty open-minded when it comes to the beach. I can be happy in Florida, Long Island, or Maine. Soft white sand or rocky and rugged…as long as I’m by the ocean I’m good.
I think my love of the ocean partly explains why I wrote a contemporary romance series (with my dear hubby) set on a small island off the coast of Maine. And I’m thrilled to say that I have a new VK Sykes book out this week. Summer at the Shore, which is book 2 in the Seashell Bay Series, is a friends to lovers story featuring a hero and heroine who’ve known each other since grammar school. Morgan has deep roots on the island, moving back home to help run her family’s B & B after the death of her father.
But Ryan, the hero? He’s definitely a wanderer, having spent years in the military and then traveling the world as a private security contractor. He’s home for the summer, and he’s not sure he’s happy about it. But small town living by the ocean starts to grow on him again, especially when he remembers just how much he really likes Morgan.
Here’s an excerpt from the book. It’s the 4th of July in Seashell Bay, and the town is celebrating. This particular scene features the annual tug-of-war between the fire department and a group of town locals. The townies lose every year, but now they’ve added Ryan to their team. He’s positioned right behind Morgan as the team anchor.
When Ryan wrapped the end of the thick rope around his waist and let the remaining few feet trail behind him, Morgan shook her head. “You can’t wrap the rope around your waist. That’s not quite in keeping with the rules for the anchorman, dude.”
Ryan lifted an eyebrow. “Really? Well, you’re the pro.” He unwrapped the rope and handed it to her. “Show me,” he said in a deep, low voice that made it sound like he might want to do something far sexier with the rope than just play tug-of-war.
Oh, boy. Rope and Ryan Butler was not a combo she should be thinking about.
“Okay, it goes underneath your arm, like this.” Morgan threaded the rope under his arm and circled behind him. “And up over your other shoulder, like so.” She couldn’t help running her palm down his bicep before she looped the rope back under his arm again so the loose end trailed behind him. “That’s what the rules require,” she finished, a tad breathless.
When she touched him, Morgan swore she could feel sparks—and a whole lot of glorious hard muscle.
“If you say so, boss lady,” he murmured. “But I figure there are plenty of other rules we can break.”
Morgan moved into position, hyperaware of his presence behind her. “Get your mind out of the gutter, anchorman,” she flung over her shoulder.
“Get your mind into the game, Ryan Butler,” Miss Annie scolded as she came down the line to them. “You too, Morgan Merrifield. Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on between you two.”
Morgan had to bite back a groan, but Ryan just chuckled at the reprimand.
Roy took a couple of steps forward as if to talk to Miss Annie but instead leaned in toward Aiden. “I got twenty-five bucks riding on you guys, so don’t let me down. That’s a lot of money to a senior citizen, sonny.”
Morgan knew Rocket Roy wouldn’t be the only islander who’d placed a bet on the outcome.
As Aiden reassured the old man, Morgan clutched the rope tightly and dug her feet as hard as she could into the short grass. She kept her eyes glued on Micah, standing off to the side and clearly about to whistle the start of the match.
“Your ass is seriously distracting me, Merrifield,” Ryan murmured in her ear. “If you had a dime in the back pocket of those jeans, I bet I could tell if it was heads or tails.”
Lord, help me. Morgan tried to ignore the little flutters in her stomach. “That excuse isn’t going to cut it if we lose, Soldier Boy,” she hissed, glancing back.
What’s your favorite type of summer vacation? Do you like the seashore, the city, or relaxing by the lake? One person who comments will win MEET ME AT THE BEACH, the first book in the Seashell Bay Series of small town romances. For more info about SUMMER AT THE SHORE, please visit my VK Sykes website:
SUMMER AT THE SHORE:
JUST A SUMMER FLING?
Morgan Merrifield sacrificed her teaching career to try to save her family’s bed-and-breakfast and care for her younger sister. She can’t let herself get distracted by Ryan Butler. After all, the rugged ex-Special Forces soldier is only in Seashell Bay for the summer. But her longtime crush soon flares into real desire-and with one irresistible kiss, she’s swept away.
Ryan values his freedom. As much as he wants Morgan, he’s not ready to settle down with anyone, much less in sleepy Seashell Bay. But his code of honor doesn’t allow him to leave a woman in distress-and she’s in desperate need of help to fix the inn. It only takes one day working under the same roof and Ryan is already hoping for a lifetime of hot summer nights . . .
In the book I’m currently writing (Summer in Good Hope, June 2016), Max and Primrose, the hero and heroine are both math nerds. They also love Sudoku.
Now, I was not a dummy in math. In fact I was placed in the accelerated math program in high school (that was a mistake–whatever I loved about math disappeared after that first year) but it’s never been my thing. I was the girl who loved English, drama and…word find puzzles.
I still love Word Finds.
I’ve tried to love Sudoku…but it seems like too much work (and too much like math)
I’m curious to know if you love Sudoku, did you also love math?
Does it make sense to you that my math loving H&H would enjoy Sudoku?
Inquiring minds want to know…