No relationship, no promises. Just an old-fashioned friends-with-benefits arrangement…
Griff Lambert runs a whale-watching business in the small beach town he grew up in. The laid-back captain is strong, sexy, and capable of sweeping a woman off her feet, if only he hadn’t sworn them off for good.
But then he meets Autumn Paxton. The beautiful new pier owner who strides into town in a pair of sexy sky-high shoes and a smile that lights up the beach. From the moment their eyes meet, he knows he’s in trouble.
After a messy divorce, Autumn’s hoping to start a brand new life. One that doesn’t involve making the kind of mistakes that landed her here. Like falling for the gorgeous whaleboat captain who makes her feel things she never has before.
One kiss leads to another, and before they know it they’re tangled together in Griff’s bed.
They both know the rules. No complications, no messy feelings, and definitely no falling for each other.
It should be simple, right?
Autumn looked up to see the man from last night ambling down the pier, his hands pushed into the pockets of his jeans, the ocean breeze lifting his thick brown hair. Damn if her heart didn’t do a flip at the sight of him.
Not her type. Not at all.
Yeah, tell that to her libido.
A half-smile pulled at his lips as he leaned on the rail and looked at her. “Sorry I’m late. We were delayed coming back from a trip. I’m Griffin Lambert.” He pushed himself off the rail and held his hand out to her. “But most people call me Griff.”
Griff. It was the perfect name for him. Strong and gruff and maybe more than a little bit rough. It took everything she had not to shiver. “Hi. I’m Autumn Paxton.” She slid her palm into his, feeling the warmth of his skin as his fingers folded around hers. It was absurd how tiny her hand looked in his.
With one squeeze he could probably break every bone.
“Shall I… ah… let go now?” Griff asked. She looked down to see her fingers still curled tightly around his hand, even though he’d relaxed his grip. She quickly pulled her hand away.
It took her a moment to regain her equilibrium. And in that moment she blamed the divorce, the ocean air, and even that damn angel Captain Paxton saw centuries ago. Because this was so unlike her.
She didn’t get flustered, especially not by a guy. She was Autumn Paxton. She was in control.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Carrie Elks writes contemporary romance with a sizzling edge. Her first book, Fix You, has been translated into eight languages and made a surprise appearance on Big Brother in Brazil. Luckily for her, it wasn’t voted out. Carrie lives with her husband, two lovely children and a larger-than-life black pug called Plato. When she isn’t writing or reading, she can be found baking, drinking an occasional (!) glass of wine, or chatting on social media.