Autore: Emily Jane Trent
Genere: New adult
Trama: Ella Walker, still suffering from issues of mental abuse, turns twenty-one and meets the man of her dreams. Can she break the bonds of her emotional prison and be the woman he desires? As an aspiring romance author, Ella struggles to find passion in her work. When Adam Bianci, the gorgeous Italian billionaire appears in her life, he lights up her drab existence. She’s determined not to let him slip through her grasp. But will his secrets and the tangled web of his own abuse keep them apart?
Emily Jane Trent writes steamy romances about characters you’ll get to know and love. The sex scenes are hot, and the romance even hotter! If you are a fan of stories with a heroine that’s got spunk and a hunk of a hero that you’d like to take home with you, these stories are what you’re looking for. The stories will let you escape into a fantasy – and you won’t want it to end - ever.
The trip back to shore gave her time to drink in this unfamiliar man. He was hard as a rock. His sun drenched skin a golden color. Even half-drowned, out in the waves, he was handsome as sin.
Regret washed over her when he stood knee-deep in the water and reached behind to slip her off his back. She wanted to keep holding onto him, a man she didn’t even know, and felt awkward. Thankfully, he didn’t let her go entirely. With his arm around her shoulders, he guided her to the beach. His touch, his strength, warmed her skin, and she flushed.
Adam was attracted to the wisp of a woman he’d just saved. One minute he’d been enjoying the early beauty of the beach, ready to surf the morning away. The next, he’d been glued to the sight of her, flying gracefully over a wave before plummeting into the sea.
Instinctively, he dove in to rescue her. Yes, instinct that was all. Saving a woman’s life, or anyone’s for that matter, formed a brief attachment, a bonding of sorts. That had to be it. Come on, she wasn’t even his type. He liked his women a bit voluptuous, like the women he knew in Brazil and some in college.
This one was slender, almost frail. Yet, he shook his head thinking about her controlling the wave. That is, until she fell off. She had no business being out in today’s swell. The vision of her on the surfboard aroused him. Ridiculous. Unable to decipher the hold she had on him, he shook his head. Best to just leave. Yes, that would take care of it. Go on with his day and just forget about her.
Ella looked away, then back, for verification he was real. Sitting some distance from her, he didn’t move. Not even a twitch. Possibly, he didn’t see her. She stared unable to look away, afraid he’d vanish if she didn’t keep her eyes on him. If she’d thought he was handsome before, he was even more so that morning.
In the pale orange light of the sun, just barely burning over the horizon, his lightly bronzed skin shone. His hair was a golden brown, and though he wasn’t looking her way, she remembered that his eyes were golden amber. She’d looked into them one time, the one time that he’d held her, saved her. He’d looked at her when he’d slid her off his back, and she’d never, ever forget those eyes. The light flattered him. He looked golden, gorgeous and golden, that’s how she’d describe him.
She should go over. Thank him for the other day. Dreadful shyness took her, and she could not will her body to move. She knew if she did manage to walk over, and by some remote chance attempt to thank him, she’d freeze up. She just knew it. Social graces were not high on her list. People often thought she was stuck-up, not knowing that her silence was shyness.If she didn’t move now, she might lose her chance. Yet despite her great need to say something to get his attention, she was riveted to the spot. Just staring. He didn’t give any sign he noticed her, and it occurred to Ella that he didn’t like her. He’d felt compelled to save her, but he’d rather not have anything to do with her.