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SUNSETS AT SEASIDE
Sweet with Heat: Seaside Summers #4
Addison Cole
Releasing Aug 23, 2017
Jessica
Ayers has lived a sheltered life with little more than cello lessons and
practices taking up her day. Now a member of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, she
escapes the prim and proper symphony to vacation in the Seaside community in
Wellfleet, Massachusetts, to determine if she is living life to the fullest or
missing it altogether.
For the
first time since developing the second largest search engine in the world,
billionaire Jamie Reed is taking the summer off. He plans to work from the Cape
and spend time with his elderly grandmother—and falling in love is not in his
plans.
From the
moment Jamie and Jessica meet, the attraction is white-hot. Once-overly-focused
Jamie can think of little else than sweet, smart, and alluring Jessica, and
Jessica discovers a side of herself she never knew existed. But when Jamie’s
business encounters trouble and his attorney and best friend intervenes, he
proves that the brown-haired beauty is too distracting for Jamie. To make
matters worse, it appears that Jessica might not be who she says she is,
turning Jamie’s life—and his heart—upside down. In a world where personal
information is always one click away, Jamie must decide if he should trust his
heart or watch the woman he loves walk away.
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“Come on. Come on. Come on.” Fifteen
seconds. She clenched her eyes shut and squeezed the phone, as if she could
will the win. It was only seven thirty in the morning, and already the sun had
blazed a path through the trees. She was hot and frustrated, and after fighting
with her orchestra manager for two weeks about taking a hiatus, and her mother
for even longer about everything under the sun, she was ready to blow. She’d
come to the Cape for a respite from playing in the Boston Symphony Orchestra,
hoping to figure out if she was living her life to the fullest, or missing out
on it altogether. Finding her father’s baseball autographed by Mickey Mantle
was her self-imposed distraction to keep her mind off picking up the cello.
She’d never imagined she’d find it a week into her vacation.
She opened her eyes and stared at
the phone.
Five seconds. Four. Three.
A message flashed on the
screen. You have been outbid by another bidder.
“What? No. No, no, no.” She pressed
the bid icon, and nothing happened. She pressed it again, and again, her
muscles tightening with each attempt. Another message flashed on the
screen. Bidding for this item has ended.
No!
She stared at the phone, unable to
believe she’d been seconds away from winning what she was sure was her father’s
baseball and had lost it. She hated phones. She hated eBay. She hated bidding
against nonexistent people in tiny little stupid phones. She hated the whole
thing so much she turned and hurled the phone over the deck.
Wow.
That felt really, really good.
“Ouch! What the…” A deep male voice
rose up to her.
Jessica crouched and peered between
the balusters. Standing on the gravel road just a few feet from her building,
in a pair of black running shorts and no shirt, was the nicest butt she’d ever
seen, attached to a tanned back that was glistening with sweat and rippled with
muscles. Holy moly, they didn’t make orchestra musicians with bodies like that.
Not that she’d know, considering that they were always properly covered in
black suits and white shirts, but could a body like that even be hidden?
He turned, one hand rubbing his
unruly black hair as he looked up at the pitch pine trees.
Yeah, you won’t find the culprit
there.
His eyes passed by her deck, and she
cringed. At least he hadn’t seen her phone, which she spotted a few feet away,
where it must have fallen after conking him on the head. His eyes dropped to
the ground…and traveled directly to it.
Jessica ducked lower, watching his
brows knit together, giving him a brooding, sexy look.
Please don’t see me. Please don’t
see me.
He looked at the cottages to his
left, then to the pool off to his right, and just as Jessica sighed with
relief, he crossed the road toward the steps to her apartment. His eyes locked
on her. He shaded them with his hand and looked down at the phone, then back up
at her, and lifted the phone in the air.
“Is this yours?”
She debated staying there, crouched
and peering between the railings like a child playing hide-and-seek, hoping he
really couldn’t see her.
I’ve been seeked.
Darn it!
Addison
Cole is the sweet alter ego of New York Times and USA Today bestselling
and award-winning author Melissa Foster. She writes humorous and emotional sweet
contemporary romance. Her books do not include explicit sex scenes or harsh
language. Addison spends her summers on Cape Cod, where she dreams up wonderful
love stories in her house overlooking Cape Cod Bay.
