Loving in the Light
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His mouth curls at the corners into a smirk and I really want to wipe it off his scruff covered face. My bottom lip slides between my teeth and I bite down hard thinking about the feel of his short facial hairs scratching against my soft untouched skin. Ugh, where did that thought even come from? I might be lonely but that doesn’t mean I need to throw myself at any guy that just wanders into my yard.
Pushing his hand into my face again he says, “I’m Anders.” When I don’t allow him to help me up, he leans down and his warm breath is against my ear as he continues, “I wouldn’t describe Marek as big, let alone huge, but even so I don’t think I need to worry about my best friend ‘rearranging my face’ or coming after me with a gun.”
He doesn’t even hold back his laughter as he throws my own words back at me. Well, that was not what I was expecting at all.
I slide my hand into his and finally let him help me up from my hard slab of concrete. An electrical current travels through his hand to my own and I don’t know if it’s my mind playing tricks on me or not, but I swear his grip tightens on my own as we finally come face to face. Well, halle-freaking-lujah maybe my prince just landed in my backyard after all. The Universe sure works quickly.
Still holding onto his hand, I trail my eyes down his sculpted body. The preppy rich boy look does absolutely nothing for me, but damn he fills out his clothing well. If he was one of the boys at home, I wouldn’t give him a second glance, but something about him stops me from doing just that. His attire aside, something about him screams dangerous and unattainable. Maybe it’s because I know he’s my older brother’s best friend or just because he’s a college boy, but I feel like there’s something else dark hidden behind his eyes. I flick my tongue out and run it along my bottom lip. Looks like this summer just got interesting.
Anders clears his throat and I don’t even feel the slightest bit ashamed at my obvious ogling. I didn’t see it, but there’s no way he wasn’t doing the exact same thing with me. Between my triangle bikini top and my cut-off shorts, my attire doesn’t leave much to the imagination. I match his smirk and hold my own against him. Yep, I’m going to have a lot of fun with this one. Training my eyes on his own I reply with, “It’s nice to meet you, Anders, I’m Giselle.”
He instantly drops my hand and takes a giant step away from me. Rude. He looks around the yard and takes another small step away from me. Avoiding eye contact with me altogether all he says is, “Oh, so you’re Marek’s baby sister.”
I can’t help but notice the extra emphasis he adds onto the word baby. So, my brother has talked about me? Probably only in passing and to let his buddy here know I’m off limits. Or knowing Marek he drove that point home on their drive over here from school. What a waste.
Rolling my eyes, I pull back releasing my hand from Anders’ grip, and turn away from him. With a quick glance around, I spot where my MP3 player landed. I mentally cross my fingers as I pick it up from the grass. Other than a few scrapes on the side it appears to be damage free. Thank you, Lord, for small favors. The lawn chair that I previously occupied looks less inviting than it had before, but I slide onto anyway.
Sliding one earbud in I toss out, “You better run along then, don’t want my big brother to beat you up for looking at me the wrong way. Or God forbid he found out that you touched me.” I put the other one in and pretend to scroll through my music and say, “Pathetic,” under my breath. No guy can have a mind of their own these days, too afraid to cross the big bad Marek Outlaw. Whatever. As far as I’m concerned it’s his loss, not mine.
I jump again in my seat, fortunately, this time staying on my chair as one of the earbuds is pulled from my ear and his breath warms my skin. A small shiver travels down my spine and I force my hands into fists stopping myself from grabbing him and pulling his lips to my own. This guy is incredibly sexy and it’s not even the least bit fair.
“I am the furthest thing from pathetic, princess. I have respect for your brother and I’m not going to blow up a friendship by chasing after jailbait. I might have a dick, but that doesn’t mean I am one. There’s a difference.”
Without another word, he drops the cord from his fingers and it swings back and forth in front of my face. I’m half torn between wanting to jump up and punch him in the face or forcing him to show me exactly what he can do to me with his little friend below the belt. Just because I may be a virgin doesn’t mean I haven’t fantasized about sex. And I have. A lot. I’ve just never found someone who I was the least bit interested in sharing that part of me…until now.
Who knows, maybe I’ll return home this year as a new woman with a little part of me stripped away. If anyone’s going to do it, might as well be a college boy who, with one interaction, already sets my skin on fire. It’s only eighty degrees outside, but my entire body is ablaze. I watch his form as it gets farther and farther away from me. When he walks around the corner of the house toward the front and I lose sight of him, I can finally breathe again.
Holy cow.
I wanted a little excitement in my life this summer, but a guy like Anders is not what I expected in the slightest. What am I going to do with this now? I think a little bit of fun is definitely in order. We’ll see how long he can resist because I saw him eye fucking me as much as I was with him. Yeah, I’m thinking I can handle a little bit of sexual tension and drama during my vacation.
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Also by Alexandria Bishop
DATING SERIES
Steamy Romantic Comedy
Dating in the Dark
Sinking in the Shadows
Loving in the Light
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Kiss Me
Marry Me
Love Me (Coming Soon)
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BROOKSTONE PARTNERS SERIES
Steamy Romanic Comedy
Co-written with Megan Green
Caulk Tease
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ASHLAND SERIES
Angsty New Adult High School Romance
Finding Flynn
Falling for Hudson
Freeing Jude
Fighting for Jax
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STANDALONES
Paranormal
The Club (FREE)
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Playlist
“Broken Hearts Parade” by Good Charlotte
“Hole in my Heart” by Sleeping with Sirens
“Missing You” by All Time Low
“I Miss You” Blink-182
“Stay With Me (Acoustic)” by You Me At Six
“You and I Both” by Jason Mraz
“You and I” by PVRIS
“Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur
“You Found Me” by The Fray
“Sugar” Maroon 5
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Acknowledgments
I never think about what I’m going to say when I write out my acknowledgments and most of them time I forget to do them until the last minute. This time is no exception.
First and foremost I always have to thank my husband, Ben. You might share your name with a famous hockey star, but you’re more of a rock star in my book. When I’m crazy deep into deadline mode you cook, clean, do the laundry, and take care of our daughter without a word except to tell me when to get back to work. I couldn’t do this without you.
To my favorite Tiny Dictator, thank you for being so uniquely you. You’re strong, independent, and opinionated. It might be a battle raising you at times, but I know you’re going to grow up to be an incredible woman who won’t take anybody’s shit. ;)
Minxes! I don’t know what I did to deserve all of you badass women, but I am so happy to have found you and that you welcomed me into your tribe. This author biz can be lonely so often, but all of you make it feel like I’m n
ot on an island of one.
To my readers and Boss Babes, I am so incredibly grateful for each and every one of you. I keep writing books and you keep reading them which surprises me every single day and pushes me never to give up.
Bloggers you are the reason why my books spread far and wide. Without your help and constant pimping of my books I don’t think I would have even sold the first one. So thank you from the bottom of my heart.
And like always I have to end each acknowledgments with a thank you to the guys of All Time Low. Your music will forever be on my book playlists to help me write each and every book. Thank you for putting out epic songs and albums…I’ll keep writing if you do ;)
About the Author
Born on a small southeastern island in Alaska and raised in southern Oregon, Alexandria Bishop is a PNW girl at heart. By day, she goes to battle with a tiny dictator aka her toddler and by night, she can be found typing ALL the words of her contemporary romance novels accompanied by a glass of wine or two ;)
When she’s not in mommy or author mode, she can be found drinking copious amounts of cold brew coffee, bingeing her latest obsession on Netflix, or attending concerts of her favorite pop-punk bands.
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