Undeniably You:
One crazy dog––one awkward vet––one naked
pool guy––and one life-changing month in California to make friends, fall in
love, and twist fate.
Who gets paid to walk a dog and recline by the pool all day?
Sydney Montgomery, aspiring museum curator and professional house-sitter,
that’s who.
When her aunt and uncle need a house and dog sitter for
thirty days in Palo Alto, Sydney can’t turn down the chance to be closer to her
sister in L.A. Within twenty-four hours of her arrival, Sydney’s cleaning up
runny dog poo, taking an uncooperative pooch to a handsome yet awkward vet, and
being rescued from the bottom of the pool by a naked “pool guy.”
Lautner, “pool guy,” has a hot body and a cool persona. With
eyes of iridescent blue oceans, he is mesmerizing, sexy, and addictive. What he
is not––the pool guy.
Dr. Lautner Sullivan is a college wide receiver turned
pediatric resident. He knows how to woo a woman with flowers, pastries, and
sweet tea. Lautner is every girl’s dream, but Sydney is not every girl. She’s
immune to rainbows, fairytales, pixy dust, and the “L” word.
The attraction is immediate, the friendship is earned, and
the love is undeniable. Thirty days is their forever, but forever is not long
enough.
Release date: August 18th,
2014
Excerpt:
I pour a glass of iced tea and start to
walk toward the deck. Then I turn around and pour another glass. “Hospitality
is a good thing,” I tell myself, needing only to convince the rational part of
my brain.
“Tea?”
I offer, walking over to the pool.
Aaron sets the skimmer net along the side of the
pool.
“Thank you.” The smirk on his face is suspicious and makes me
feel like I’m missing some inside joke. He takes the glass from me and I move
past him to get a closer look at the pool because I can’t look at him without
his shirt and not break into a sweat.
“What are you skimming?”
“Nothing really. I’m stirring the water,” he says
matter-of-factly.
This guy is not for real. What does he mean by “stirring the
water?” He’s up to something. It’s obvious why Aunt Elizabeth hired him. She
must properly clean the pool after he leaves so Trevor doesn’t get suspicious
and fire his ass … a very fine ass I will confess.
“And
why is it you need to stir the water?” I turn toward him and my eyes dart
straight to his broad muscular chest and well-defined abs all kissed by the
sun. Jeez, he’s too perfect and I’m … something. Distracted? Mentally
lethargic? Crazy? Horny? BINGO!
“So there’s an even consistency of chemicals when I test the
water.”
My mouth is agape and I cannot stop looking at him. He bends
down to physically capture my attention. Shit! I show no shame staring at his
bare chest.
“Hello?” he says, forcing my eyes back to
his.
Shaking the inappropriate thoughts from my head, I take a
quick sip of my drink to mask my embarrassment.
“Do I need to put my shirt back on?”
I choke on my tea. “No––” I can’t stop coughing. “I mean––”
Clearing my throat, I notice his cocky smile. “Put your shirt on or leave it
off. Why would I care?”
God, Sydney, could you be a bigger disaster today? The flap
of the dog door distracts me. Swarley leaps down the deck stairs. Aaron hunches
down like a lineman in anticipation of his overzealous greeting. The problem
is, as Swarley races closer I realize he’s not aiming for Aaron. He’s aiming
for––
“Oh
shit!” I’m catapulted backwards into the pool.
My body makes its descent to the bottom while I open my eyes
to see the blurry magnification of Mr. Sex on Legs pool guy standing at the edge
looking down at me. I’m considering seeing how long I can hold my breath. Maybe
he’ll decide to leave and I can surface from the depths of my own personal Hell
without an audience.
Yes! That’s it. I can do this.
I still hold many records from my high school swimming
career. Holding my breath until he leaves should be easy. Unless he decides to
be heroic and jumps in to save me. Not a bad scenario either. Then at least
we’ll both be drenched in our clothes.
Like a leaky raft, I release my breath one bubble at a time
and take a seat at the bottom of the pool. Ha! He’s emptying his pockets. Looks
like I won’t be the only drowned rat. Wait. What the hell? No he’s not. Oh dear
God, yes he is. Sex on legs dives into the pool, sans shorts and underwear! The
two haunting notes from Jaws sound in my head while I scramble to the surface
in the opposite direction, desperate to get away from him.
The sweet relief of air filling my lungs is squashed by the
anxiety of being chased by a naked stranger.
“Oh my God! What are you doing?” A frantic yell breaks out
with the remaining breath in my lungs while I swim toward the ladder, barely
escaping him. I leap out of the pool with superhuman speed. Wrapping my arms
around myself, I scramble to the pool house, my heart racing and my whole body
shaking as I fumble for a towel.
“The water feels great today.” His voice sounds behind
me.
I whip around and gasp, wide eyed. A wet, naked, sinful-as-a-hot-fudge-sundae
body greets me a few feet away. Hands fisted, his arms are casually crossed at
his wrists covering part of his junk in the front. The perfect cover to Sports
Illustrated stands before me, and all I want to do is smack him across the face
to wipe the stupid smirk off it. Then, of course, I want to jump him and rub
every sensitive part of my body against his, because right now I’m so pissed
and so turned on, I need to dive into the pool again before I
self-combust.
“Finish up and get out,” I mumble as I toss him a towel and
stomp toward the house. On my way, I pass Swarley beached out in a lounge chair
by the pool.
“Evil demon dog!” I scowl at him.
Want more? Take a peek at the epilogue and
chapter 1 of Undeniably You!
About Jewel E.
Ann:
Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie
with a quirky sense of humor.
With 10 years of flossing lectures under
her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home
with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.
After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few
books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and
three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable
reading, AKA writing.
When she's not donning her cape and saving the planet one
tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock
climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of
course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.
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