The Boat Builder's Bed

The Boat Builder's Bed

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by Kris Pearson
     
 

A windy day...a flyaway signboard...a hideous crunch. Sophie Calhoun can't imagine how she'll pay for the damage to the luxurious car.

Already cash-strapped, she's struggling to launch her new interior design studio and make a home for her daughter. She's only days away from disaster.

Out of the sleek black Jaguar storms super-yacht tycoon

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Overview

A windy day...a flyaway signboard...a hideous crunch. Sophie Calhoun can't imagine how she'll pay for the damage to the luxurious car.

Already cash-strapped, she's struggling to launch her new interior design studio and make a home for her daughter. She's only days away from disaster.

Out of the sleek black Jaguar storms super-yacht tycoon Rafe Severino. Steaming mad. Totally gorgeous. And desperately in need of a top-line decorator for his spectacular new harbor-side mansion.

Sophie fears her dream contract comes with strings that tie her to the boat-builder's bed. No matter how she tries to escape, he's always there—implacable and irresistible.

She knows he doesn't want a preoccupied single mother, but concealing her daughter's existence from the man she's falling in love with is getting harder and harder. If he discovers her lies, she'll instantly lose everything.

Warning: contains one determined golden-skinned man who knows his way around boats, bodies and bed-sheets.

***Excerpt***
She eyed the small cable car with trepidation. Its walls were only hip-high and there were very thin looking sheet-metal doors on the sides. No seats, no roof, just a high post in each corner. Rafe rattled a door open, stepped on board, and drew her toward him.

“Don’t worry. It’s safe.”

“I’m not scared,” she muttered, willing herself to believe that a flimsy box plunging almost vertically down a steel rail was not in the least hazardous. “I’ve seen nicer ones.”

“It’s only for the construction work at this stage. The proper weatherproof cab with seats isn’t far off.”

She nodded at that, imagining how many loads of timber and fittings must have traveled up and down this way.

As though reading her mind Rafe said, “We used a chopper for the big stuff. A tough job for the pilot—there are tricky updrafts off the sea.” He crowded her against one of the corner posts and slid an arm around her waist before he pushed a green button and sent them whirring downwards.

Sophie was grateful for the arm, not that she’d admit it. She grasped the post and tried to ease away from his too-close chest. His grip was inescapable. She was trapped there, head tucked under his chin, far too aware of his body as they dropped toward the huge expanse of slatted timber. His heart beat steadily in her ear. His cologne displaced the ocean’s salty fragrance. Then she heard a rumble of laughter deep in his chest.

“Stop struggling.”

“I’m not.” She could feel her face heating with a telltale blush.

“Could have fooled me.”

“You’ve probably done this dozens of times.”

“Hundreds. It’s not far. It’s perfectly safe.”

But I’m not, she thought as flickers of sensation rampaged low in her belly. She felt so sexy. So deliciously damp and strangely swollen.

For heaven’s sake stop it, she begged her twitching flesh. Okay, he’s gorgeous. But he’s a possible client. Keep it that way and you’ll get Camille back sooner.

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
2940044946415
Publisher:
Kris Pearson
Publication date:
09/09/2012
Series:
Wicked in Wellington
Sold by:
Smashwords
Format:
NOOK Book
Sales rank:
385,932
File size:
0 MB
Age Range:
18 Years

Meet the Author

Kris writes sizzling contemporary romance, pure and simple. Well, maybe not that pure! They're sexy stories about couples who fall in love, and into bed along the way, just like real people do. If it's fine, she gardens. If it's wet, she writes. And if the writing's going well, the garden can look after itself. She's an advertising copywriter and a decor specialist, and the author of 'The Boat Builder's Bed', of which more than a million were downloaded free. Giving away a taste of her work with this one kick-started sales of all her other novels. Her Heartlands series follows the girls who live deep in the New Zealand countryside. Her seven Wicked In Wellington books are set in the capital city so she can make use of the beautiful harbor in the plots. Some are now available in Spanish. There's a Spanish version of her website http://www.krispearson.com - click the flags at the top right of it to change languages. Her all-time best-seller is 'Taken by the Sheikh', and she has two more sheikh novels as her next projects. ~ ~ ~ Kris es una chispeante autora de romántica contemporánea, pura y simplemente. ¡Bueno, quizá no tan pura! Se trata de historias sensuales sobre parejas que, a medida que avanza la trama, se enamoran y acaban en la cama, exactamente como en la vida real. Cuando hace buen tiempo se dedica a trabajar en el jardín y si llueve, a escribir, y cuando está inspirada y no puede dejar de escribir, el jardín puede cuidar de sí mismo. Es redactora publicitaria y decoradora especializada y autora de “La cama del constructor de barcos”, de la que se descargaron gratis más de un millón de copias en inglés, lo que permitió dar a conocer su trabajo e impulsar las ventas de todas sus demás novelas. Precisamente ahora, la versión española de esta novela se encuentra disponible gratis para los lectores de habla hispana, así que descargaos una copia ya. Visit her website - http://www.krispearson.es

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She eyed the small cable car with trepidation. Its walls were only hip-high and there were very thin looking sheet-metal doors on the sides. No seats, no roof, just a high post in each corner. Rafe rattled a door open, stepped on board, and drew her toward him.

"Don't worry. It's safe."

"I'm not scared," she muttered, willing herself to believe that a flimsy box plunging almost vertically down a steel rail was not in the least hazardous. "I've seen nicer ones."

"It's only for the construction work at this stage. The proper weatherproof cab with seats isn't far off."

She nodded at that, imagining how many loads of timber and fittings must have traveled up and down this way.

As though reading her mind Rafe said, "We used a chopper for the big stuff. A tough job for the pilot—there are tricky updrafts off the sea."

He crowded her against one of the corner posts and slid an arm around her waist before he pushed a green button and sent them whirring downwards.

Sophie was grateful for the arm, not that she'd admit it. She grasped the post and tried to ease away from his too-close chest. His grip was inescapable. She was trapped there, head tucked under his chin, far too aware of his body as they dropped toward the huge expanse of slatted timber. His heart beat steadily in her ear. His cologne displaced the ocean's salty fragrance. Then she heard a rumble of laughter deep in his chest.

"Stop struggling."

"I'm not." She could feel her face heating with a telltale blush.

"Could have fooled me."

"You've probably done this dozens of times."

"Hundreds. It's not far. It's perfectly safe."

But I'm not, she thought as flickers of sensation rampaged low in her belly. She felt so sexy. So deliciously damp and strangely swollen.

For heaven's sake stop it, she begged her twitching flesh. Okay, he's gorgeous. But he's a possible client. Keep it that way and you'll get Camille back sooner.

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