A new, sensual Adult Contemporary Romance from author of the Amazon bestselling PRESERVATION SERIES, THE REPLACEMENT, and LOVE AND RELATIVITY. Coming to e-readers everywhere May 26, 2014.
Title: Docked
Author: Rachael Wade
Publication date: May 26th 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
BLURB supplied by Xpresso Tours
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
BLURB supplied by Xpresso Tours
It’s not water that paralyzes Anya Banks—it’s the ocean. Tumultuous and powerful, sleek and unpredictable, it’s just like Tanner Christensen, owner of Trident Voyager, the cruise ship she’s been talked into boarding by her vivacious, foodie fanatic best friend and co-worker, Lana. Tanner exudes confidence, and his raw masculinity is hard to resist. But Anya came aboard to work, face her demons, and then get the hell back to dry land.
Until Tanner convinces her to take the plunge.
She quickly dives into a fun, carefree arrangement with him and embraces her goal to be brave, no matter how loudly her shaky knees tell her to abandon ship. For twelve days, Tanner’s all hers. For twelve days, she’s his goddess. Once the cruise is over and the ship docks, she won’t be the same. But being brave always costs something, and this time, it might cost her heart.
Until Tanner convinces her to take the plunge.
She quickly dives into a fun, carefree arrangement with him and embraces her goal to be brave, no matter how loudly her shaky knees tell her to abandon ship. For twelve days, Tanner’s all hers. For twelve days, she’s his goddess. Once the cruise is over and the ship docks, she won’t be the same. But being brave always costs something, and this time, it might cost her heart.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Rachael Wade is the Amazon bestselling author of The Preservation Series, The Resistance Trilogy, and the upcoming sci-fi series, The Keepers Trilogy. When she’s not writing, she’s busy learning French, watching too many movies, and learning how to protect animals and the environment.
Visit www.RachaelWade.com and www.LightsOnOutreach.com, or come chat with her on Twitter via @RachaelWade
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My
hair blows wildly as Tanner flies down the road, The Neighbourhood’s “Sweater
Weather” blaring loudly through the speakers. The road curves and we wind
around, little glimpses of the water flashing in between the thickets of palm
trees that line the shoulders. We cruise farther and farther from any signs of
tourist activity, leaving the cabanas and guest beach in the dust. A few
minutes pass and we speed around another corner, peeling onto a long, dirt
driveway that leads deep into the tropical brush.
A
small turquoise house comes into view, its shutters weathered, the paint peeled
along the slats.
“What
are we doing here?” I finally ask as Tanner brings the car to a stop.
He
reaches over and turns the radio off, then flicks the ignition. The windows are
still open, and the purr of the smooth machine we’re sitting in dies. “You’re
here to learn some more Tanner Christensen 101,” he says matter-of-factly,
yanking me over the console and onto his lap. A surprised yelp sends the wind
rushing from my lungs. When I collide with him, he finally tears his shades
away and tosses them on the passenger seat.
I
grip his shoulders, my eyes wide.
“Let
me clarify something for you, Miss Banks,” he demands, gathering my disheveled,
windswept hair in his hands and holding it at the nape of my neck. “I was under
the assumption that when we made our agreement, the exclusivity we discussed
went both ways.”
I
blink. “Well, you assumed right. I wasn’t doing anything with—”
“I
don’t want to hear his name,” he snaps, clutching the back of my head, “I don’t
want to know anything about him. I already got an eyeful of his hands on you,
and it told me everything I need to know. He’s a boy, not a man, and he won’t
be able to take care of you.” His mouth hits my throat, hot and wet. He murmurs
against my skin, voice raw and rough, an unhinged edge to his tone. “Right now,
you’re going to ride me hard. One, because it’s been a hell of a morning and I
need it, and two because you need it and you don’t know it yet.” His fingers
make quick work of my bikini top, ripping at the flimsy strings. He flings it
aside and then tears my bottoms off, swinging my legs around like a pro. He
kisses me, his mouth harsh, tongue demanding. I taste the sea salt from my skin
on his lips.
His
hands are firm and controlled, roaming everywhere. Sand grinds at my skin with
each touch. He’s sucking the breath from me and I’m so shocked, I can’t even
process the deprivation. I can only sink into him, quench his thirst and
satisfy his hunger. I push at his suit jacket, frantically peeling it down his
shoulders. He groans in approval and cups my breasts, squeezing and trailing
his thumbs along the undersides.
“Tanner,”
I whimper, “I love the way you touch me.”
“Bite,”
he demands huskily, placing the pad of his thumb on my bottom lip. I obey and
press my teeth down, moaning as he pushes his hips up to deliver the most
delicious pressure. His thumb leaves my mouth and trails across my jaw bone,
landing just below my ear. He rubs gently, the moist pad working delicate
strokes into the skin. “You like this spot, baby?”
I
lean into his touch, and my eyes drift shut in pure pleasure. “Yes.”
He
keeps rubbing the space just below my ear while he leans up to nip my lips,
working me into a blissful haze. The last few minutes are a blur. In a matter
of seconds of being on this man’s lap, I’ve almost forgotten my morning with
Lana and Brie, and my walk on the beach with Jonah. All my body registers is
Tanner’s raging need and my desire to give him what he’s desperate for.
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