Caroline Clayton's sister, Gabriella, is getting married . . . to Caroline's former fiance, Albert. Instead of drowning her sorrows in a vat of ice cream, Caroline recruits her sultry co-worker, Raul Sobrevilla, to be her wedding date. Showing up with Mr. Hotter Better Sexier has the desired effect. Both Gabriella and Albert are jealous and Caroline's mother is speechless for the first time in history. Even Caroline's dad is happy with that result. Raul Sobrevilla hired on at Synergy so he could work with the best, Caroline. When she asks him to attend the wedding in Santorini, Greece, he sees it as an opportunity to prove to her that he's her perfect partner both at the office and in the bedroom.
Claire Croxton combines soul-searching prose with snarky eloquence to create memorable tales of love and romance.
After spending over a decade as a technical writer in Northern Alaska, Claire Croxton chucked aside her mukluks, loaded up her cats and relocated to a farm in Japton, Arkansas to pursue a career in writing fiction. Her novels are filled with unique characters-strong,bold women and knock-your-bloomers-off hot men. Sure they're flawed, but who cares? Have you seen their abs?
Caroline wakes to find Raul standing in her kitchen, all buff and sweaty from a vigorous run. Her thoughts are not on coffee.
Awake, but not totally conscious, I staggered down the hall to the kitchen to make coffee and was greeted by a vision that fed women’s fantasies worldwide. Raul stood next to the sink all buff and sweaty wearing running shorts. He used his T-shirt to wipe the sweat from his flat, rippled abdomen. He was swigging from a bottle of water, drops falling to his chest.
There was a fluttering in the pit of my stomach and I stopped dead in my tracks.
“Oh my God.” Yes, I said it out loud.
Adonis for breakfast. I could get used to that.
My hair was standing on end and I had on a pair of yellow daisy boxer shorts and a floppy, green tank top. I had no idea he’d be up so early, but of course, he would. And he’d already exercised more that morning that I did in a month...or two. Okay, in an entire year.
“Morning,” he drawled in a husky voice.
Dammit, dammit, dammit. Can’t I get anything right? A robe. Would that be so hard to find? I wanted to run from the room, but he’d already seen me in all my glory.
I attempted to prepare coffee, but there was a lot of maleness in the way. Carafe in hand, I motioned that I needed to get to the sink.
He grinned at me and I almost dropped the pot.
The man was pure sex. I couldn’t make eye 36
contact because my lust couldn’t be hidden.