CONTENTS
Summer Obsession
NEWSLETTER
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
NEWSLETTER
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS
LAIRDS & LADIES
RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD
IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS
About the Author
SUMMER OBSESSION
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 185
FLORA FERRARI
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SUMMER OBSESSION
COLTON
Volunteering on surf patrol during the summer, working on my tan and surrounded by beautiful women?
Yeah, right. A sea of pretenders is more accurate.
I enjoy the weekdays best, when I have the beach to myself, but for all the warmth and sun of the season, my life feels cold and empty.
I’ve got the so-called perfect life but there’s a void in my life, a void I know will be filled once she comes along.
Everything has its price, and there’s always more than one set of hands waiting to take away what we’ve just been given, even if it’s the hand of fate.
But not this time.
I’ve found my queen and I’m not about to let her go a second time once fate shows its hand.
Not on my watch.
JAYDEE
I’m glad I have my camera with me. I can photograph the proof that such a man exists, that he’s not just out there.
That he’s running right towards me, into my life.
Trouble is, I’m about to run out of mine altogether if I’m not careful.
Can an older guy fall hard for a younger, curvy girl like me?
Time will tell, but I know one thing, I’ve fallen for him.
Literally.
*Summer Obsession is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER ONE
Jaydee
Frowning at my curves showing through my one piece bathing suit, I wrap a sarong around myself then frown deeper.
Big straw hat. Big dark glasses. I may as well just dig a hole and bury myself in the sand, but hey. It’s a start at being social, actually going outdoors.
I plan to sit outside for a few hours and get some sun.
Most people from my year graduated and went to Europe for their gap year, or straight on to their internship.
I guess I’m not most people.
“There’s plenty of sun, sand and surf right down the road,” My dad lectures, always trying to get me out of the house. Not to be mean, but just to see me doing something social for once.
“And boys,” he adds with a grin, making me roll my eyes. The two things I know dad wants for me more than anything are some friends and some fun in my life, but most of all a boyfriend.
“Why don’t you take your camera? You’re so talented with that thing, Jaydee. Be quick though,” he adds, gulping his coffee once he notices the time. “It’s gonna come in nasty later on they reckon, so don’t get caught in that storm if you do go. I gotta run, sweetie. I’ll see ya tomorrow, gotta love these split shifts!”
Pecking my head he dashes out for the bus to work, and I figure he’s right.
Enough is enough.
I’ve moped around for weeks, months.
My life’s passing me by and I should really do something about it. I grab my SLR camera and head to the beach, which is a ten minute drive.
Being a Wednesday morning, the beach isn’t exactly packed. Perfect for me to ease into the idea of this before committing to something major like a Saturday afternoon promenade.
There’s dark clouds on the horizon as well, although it’s sunny enough still.
But after a couple of girls in bikinis look up and down over their glasses at me, whisper and then chuckle to themselves I make a beeline for the deserted pier.
This was a stupid idea.
Flushed with embarrassment, I tell myself I have as much right to be here as anyone else, and busy myself with the view once I get about halfway down the pier, noticing the change in the breeze and some lightning on the horizon.
My mood picks up once I realize I can get some great shots after all. It’s been too long since I got out on a shoot.
Before long I forget about Malibu Barbie and her evil twin snickering at me from the beach and get lost in my view, in my one passion, photography.
As the weather cell from the north hits the sea, I focus more on the beach, wishing more than anything I’d brought a jacket. It’s starting to get cold and very windy, but the view is incredible.
Zooming in past the plastic twins, who are packing up for the day already, I see him.
I nearly drop my camera when I do, but I see him.
And the moment I do, I know that somehow my life is about to change.
Forever.
His bronzed, V-shaped torso cuts through the view, each muscle rippling under his tank top and very short shorts as he jogs through the light surf.
His head turning quickly, as if he’s been looking in my direction, and I feel an instant warmth in my heart, and under my swimsuit between my legs.
The breeze is now wind, and those dark clouds have turned black, like ink spilling from the horizon right over us within what feels like seconds, but I can’t let this man out of my sights, not for a moment.
I want this feeling. I want the sense of excitement I get from looking at him. But most of all, I want some damned pictures as proof a man like this even exists.
He’s stopped on the beach, surveying the sky, then bending to get his breath back maybe? No. He’s stretching.
Giving me the most perfect view of his whole, delicious body as he does. I’ve never seen such a perfect specimen of manhood, and I let out a gasp, followed by a low moan once I focus on his manhood. A confident, thick line in his shorts that seems to be growing a little.
The camera snaps like a machine gun, firing his image into immortality. Mine forever. The closest I’ll ever get, I figure.
I lick my lips
absently, almost rubbing my legs together slightly as I struggle to keep my hands steady, spying on him through my lens.
Gnawing my lip, I hear my own whimpers drowned out by the sudden gale, which now has some warm rain in its mix.
Something about him makes me want him. Makes me understand in a second what all the fuss is about.
Makes me believe in love at first sight.
A huge thunderclap makes me jump, but I’m determined to stay here, watching my man.
His dark, brooding eyes suddenly focus in my viewfinder, making me swear and freeze on the spot. It’s as though he can see right down the lens, into my very soul, which I feel opening. Receptive to his powerful gaze.
One of his thick dark brows cocks up, his head tilting slightly to the left as he glances to the storm before his bedroom eyes are on me again.
I feel like layers of myself are coming off. Like he somehow understands me, knows my thoughts, even from a distance. I get a strong sense of déjà vu, like we’ve done all this before and I heave a sigh of relief.
Something, somewhere inside me telling me that I belong to him, that all this is going to work out.
A sudden gust from behind me pushes me forward, and I watch his eyes widen, then his hand goes up as he gives out a cry.
I watch my sarong flying out in front of me, then my hat and glasses, whipped from my body and shot straight across the dark water underneath.
I gasp with embarrassment, suddenly feeling naked in front of him, in front of the whole world, and I instinctively reach out for my sarong. For my shield. My cover.
I almost get a fingertip to the thin fabric, I take two long steps forward to try and reach it but then there’s suddenly nothing.
Nothing under me either, and I watch the view of the beach, the storm and the man of the century go sideways for a second before the shock of the water makes me gasp again.
I’m not worried so much about falling off a pier, or the fact that I can’t swim. Not even the lungful of salty seawater and seaweed I’ve just inhaled, not even my camera.
My biggest fear is that my last thought, my last memory of this life is seeing him; the most perfect man alive, without having had the chance to meet him up close. To tell him I love him without even knowing his name.
I scream a huge bubble, but everything goes black surprisingly fast. I feel the weight of my camera around my neck as I sink down into nothingness.
Alone.
CHAPTER TWO
Colton
Day off? My whole life’s one big day off. I lifeguard on the weekends, volunteering with the local surf club but the rest of the week, the beach is mine. So I tell myself.
A storm brewing isn’t rare for this time of year, and we haven’t had one for some time, so I figure I should go down and check it out.
Plus, I need to run. Need to take my mind off things. Forty this year, a fortune in inheritance, beach front property. The whole nine yards.
Yet here I am, alone.
It’s just like being a kid all over again, but the boy’s home is now an empty mansion and I have the grown up sense of a queen shaped hole in my life.
A void.
The life I know I’m supposed to share with someone.
But where is she?
God knows I’ve looked. Traveled the world, watched and waited for nearly half my life. But no. Never her. Just a sea of pretenders.
I pass a couple as I jog through the surf, batting their eyes and trying to call me over for something, which I ignore purposefully.
I need a real woman, someone I can love and have real conversations with. Someone I can spoil, make love to and…
I feel the air leave my lungs in one gasp, like I’ve been punched. Like my prayers have just been answered.
Someone I can start my own family with… Our family.
She’s on the pier, taking photos by the looks. I see a lot of that on the beach, especially when there’s stormy weather.
She’s close to a section without a rail, something I make a note of to report ASAP but apart from giving me a stab of concern, it also gives me the perfect view of her.
Thick blond locks reach out for me from under her big straw hat, her curves silhouetted perfectly and making my dick twitch at the sight of them.
Thick, heavy chest, childbearing hips and smooth skin that’s flushed with the color of the excitement in the air. As if the feeling she’s created in me is being spoken through the storm as it hits the beach.
I think she’s watching me, but put that down to my own wishful thinking.
You sound like Barbie and her evil twin back there, thinking the whole world exists just for you.
But I know today, right at this moment, it does.
It exists for nobody but us.
I know she’s looking at me, I can feel it and I have to stretch some just to bend over, to try and casually contain my growing arousal from the sight of her.
She lowers the camera to scan the sky, and I can see her whole face, Rounded, with a button nose and eyes that are hidden for now. Hidden behind that camera and obscured by distance, but eyes I vow to make shine and widen.
Eyes I vow to watch as my hands run across her body as she shudders under me.
Mine.
I have to make her mine. I will make her mine, whatever the cost.
There’s a split second, before it happens. She’s looking through her camera and I feel her eyes on mine. I feel mine connecting with hers somehow as I look to the storm then cock my brow. Kind of an invitation, I guess.
It feels like I’ve been here before. Not just on the beach, but here, with her. Like I just know somehow that she’s already mine. All I have to do is claim her, which should be easy enough. Right?
And then there’s that gust of wind, and she’s reaching out for her sarong, taking huge steps towards the edge.
My hand goes up, I scream out to her to stop, but it’s too late.
She’s gone over, and I’m already sprinting closer across the soft sand. Pitching myself into the surf once I’m close enough, I let out a growl of anger that she hasn’t come up yet as I see empty space every time I take air in.
I can’t see her, and can only estimate where she went in by the gap in the railing on the pier.
There’s nobody else around that I can see when I dive in, but it doesn’t matter.
I’m gonna save her. I’ve got to get to her before she gets swept away.
Under the water, I can feel the rip and realize how hopeless this is, how dangerous. But the flash of light reflecting from her camera's lens as it sinks down a few yards in front of me spurs me into action.
The water’s thick with salt, weeds and the shadows of foam from the surface, but her shape in the near dark water is like a beacon and my hands reach for her, willing her into them and I feel a jolt of something like an electric shock as I grab those hips.
Pulling her up and getting an arm around her chest as I bring us both to the surface, I feel a thrill of relief.
“I got you,” I growl into her ear. “I’ve got you and I’m not letting go.”
Grateful for her heartbeat under my arm. Wanting to savor her touch but needing more than anything to get her to shore.
In less than a minute I have her on the beach. A few dog walkers rush over and I bark at them to call 911.
All my training kicks in, and I can’t register the magic of her lips on mine, my broad hands across her chest as I perform CPR, not yet. Not until I know she’s perfectly safe.
I groan with relief and emotion as she finally coughs, splutters and then heaves up what looks like just about two lungful’s of seawater.
She’s breathing on her own and on seeing me as I hold her in my arms, she reaches her hand up to touch my face.
“I thought I’d lost you for a second there, but you’re not going anywhere. You’re mine now, okay?”
She nods, a dreamy, glassy look in her eyes as she tries to say something, but those deep blue eyes close aga
in.
Exhausted.
Her heart is pounding against my own, I shiver at the thought of nearly having lost her in the same minute as finding her.
I can’t let her out of my sight.
Not now, not ever, she’s mine now and I have to take care of her.
The distant wail of a siren a few minutes later lets me breathe a little easier, knowing we can get her to greater safety sooner, but I know I’m leaving something behind on the beach today.
The life I led alone.
That queen shaped hole, that void in my life.
I know it’s just been filled.
I know she’s the one.
CHAPTER THREE
Jaydee
I’ve never drowned before, and a part of me decides that swimming, the beach. Anything to do with water is off limits.
If I live through this.
He’s my final thought, my last memory but he’s also the first thing I see when my eyes flutter open. I can feel the hard warmth of his huge body as he supports mine. His own breath a wave of relief as our eyes meet up close.
He’s saying something, but everything is still underwater, sounds like it is anyway. But his eyes, those coal dark eyes, burning with a fire that I feel kindling more than my own breath, the breath I know he’s given me so I can live.
Live together with him.
I try to say something, but it’s too much. I know I’m saved. I know I’m safe. The rest of the details I know are in his hands now.
My eyes close and open slowly, in and out of focus. Like in a dream where I’m helpless, a damp puppet being lifted and moved. I only open them fully, gasping for more than breath, gasping for more of him once I feel his hands leave my body.
“I’m right here,” a low voice assures me, and I can see the strobing lights of an ambulance, the sudden clean warmth of a blanket, but everything is centered on my beautiful stranger before he slips from view again.
“Mister! Here’s your camera,” A kid’s voice says to someone, a shadow of a crowd around me as I’m lifted into the brilliant white light of the ambulance. The storm is raging outside now. The underwater sounds in my ears overcome by the wind and rain.
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