Today we are featuring some exclusive content for the HOT IN THE HAMPTONS series! This series includes the titles SUMMER DREAMING by Liz Matis, SUMMER TEMPTATION by Wendy S. Marcus, and SUMMER SINS by Jennifer Probst.
The HOT IN THE HAMPTONS series
will be released on Tuesday, August 4th.
Read below for an interview with Liz Matis, Wendy S. Marcus, and Jennifer Probst about their novellas and enter to win an amazing prize pack during the pre-order giveaway!
SUMMER DREAMING by Liz Matis
From my spot in the parking lot, I
whistled at the rare beauty. Sleek and sexy, the sunlight shone off her curves.
She hummed like a dream. Man, I wanted to take her for a long, fast ride.
Then like
something out of a wet dream, she slid out of the dark blue 1968 Mustang
Shelby GT.
I was a
breast man, pure and simple. As a lifeguard for six years, I’d seen plenty. From small and
perky to large and full, I didn’t discriminate. I loved the feel of the soft flesh in my
hands and the way they felt pressed against my chest during sex. Loved the
gentle moan of a woman responding to my mouth sucking on her nipple.
The blonde,
though, had her breasts hiding behind a gold t-shirt. In white lettering the
word ‘Angel’ stretched
across the front. For my sake, I hoped that wasn’t true.
Because
the white micro-mini skirt she wore left her long, shapely legs bare. An image
of those legs wrapped around me, pulling me in deeper, revved my engines.
A woman
who could handle the piece of American muscle she drove could definitely handle
mine.
Man, I
wanted to take the blonde for a long, slow ride.
I had to
meet the owner of the hot rod and of that smoking bod, but I had no business
pursuing a relationship. With the promise to my parents to wait four years
fulfilled, at this summer’s end I’d be sweating it out in basic
training, then heading off to God only knew. Luckily most rich girls didn’t seem to have a problem with a
summer fling with a local who wasn’t husband material. I’d learned that the hard way.
Twice. With a car worth about a hundred grand, she had to be loaded. She’d break my heart without a
thought. Three times a charm.
Unable to
stop myself, I jumped out of my Jeep and followed her into the drugstore.
Spotting the flowing mane of hair, I covertly entered the next aisle over and
pretended to shop. I’d been with plenty of blondes, but she didn’t seem like the typical stuck up,
wealthy Hampton summer resident. I liked that she wasn’t overly made up like all the
girls who descended on my hometown each summer. I doubted she thought about
makeup before hitting the beach. She was…what was the word? Breezy. Natural.
Mine.
She looked up, our gazes meeting over the
shelving that separated the aisle. Despite being caught staring, I couldn’t look away. The light brown eyes peeking back
at me reminded me of the sun setting over the ocean after a sweltering day.
