San Amaro Singles: Slammed Part 34

"Yeah. I feel like I need more than that though. Just haven't figured it all out yet. But I'm going to like having a home base to come back to between compet.i.tions. I'm going to like having you to come back to between compet.i.tions." He glanced over his shoulder. "I don't suppose Jules left a bed here?"

Brooke giggled. "I don't think so. I bought a king-sized one the other day, but it's not going to be delivered until after Christmas."

"Gonna be a good Christmas."

"My family can be a little crazy."

"Bring it," he said with a grin. "I can do crazy." He kissed her mouth. "I'm stoked to have a big family Christmas here."

"Me too. It'll be full-on derelict. Gnarly, even."

He threw his head back and laughed. "Dudette. G.o.d I love you."

She grinned and kissed his chin. "Love you too, surfer dude."

About the Author.

Kelly Jamieson lives in Winnipeg, Canada and is the bestselling author of over twenty-five romance novels and novellas. Her writing has been described as "emotionally complex", "sweet and satisfying" and "blisteringly s.e.xy". If she can stop herself from reading or writing, she loves to cook. She has shelves of cookbooks that she reads at length. She also enjoys gardening in the summer, and in the winter she likes to read gardening magazines and seed catalogues (there might be a theme here...). She also loves shopping, especially for clothes and shoes. She loves hearing from readers, so please visit her website at www.kellyjamieson.com or contact her at

Look for these t.i.tles by Kelly Jamieson Now Available: Love Me Friends With Benefits Love Me More 2 Hot 2 Handle Lost and Found One Wicked Night Rule of Three Sweet Deal Hot Ride San Amaro Singles With Strings Attached How to Love Coming Soon: You Really Got Me The melting point is where it all comes together...or makes a big mess.

With Strings Attached 2013 Kelly Jamieson San Amaro Singles, Book 1 Corey Fenwick keeps her bitter past as hidden as the sweet centers inside the handmade chocolates she sells to a growing list of upscale customers. Experience has taught her the only person she can rely on is herself, so her best-friends-with-benefits relations.h.i.+p with Matt is perfect-no strings attached.

After his last girlfriend deemed him "boring", Matt Ferber watched her ride off on the back of a Harley with a rock musician. Figuring he's doomed to "let's just be friends" with the women he cares about, the arrangement with Corey suits him fine too. Until his old friend Dylan Sch.e.l.l rolls into town to hang out while recovering from a surfing injury.

The s.e.xy bad boy makes Corey's mouth water, and she figures a harmless fling won't hurt, especially when Dylan suggests she come between him and Matt-in bed.

It's a win-win-win situation...until somehow there are strings attached. And too late they realize they're getting all tangled up.

Warning: This book contains an independent woman, two hot guys, some trash talking, a little jealousy, a few beers, chocolate body paint and scary stuff like falling in love.

Enjoy the following excerpt for With Strings Attached: Corey lay on her back beside Matt in his bed and smiled up at the ceiling, her body still pulsing from an excellent o.r.g.a.s.m. "You really should have asked that girl out, you know," she said.

Matt turned onto his side to face her. "What girl?"

"That waitress who was coming on to you in the bar."

He snorted. "She was not coming on to me."

"Yes, she was." Corey smiled at him, lifted a lazy hand to touch her fingertips to his scruffy cheek. Matt was a good-looking guy. Why wouldn't a girl come on to him? She pushed her fingers through his thick brown hair, all wildly tousled. She'd probably done that to him, in the throes of the hot s.e.x they'd just had.

"Whatever," he said. "You know I'm not into dating."

"Yeah. I know. Me either." She stroked his hair, the strands silky against her fingers, then dragged her index finger down the slope of his nose. "You have such a nice nose. It's perfect."

He grinned, grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers. "Thank you. I'm very proud of my nose. I work hard to keep it in such fine shape."

She giggled.

Matt's phone beeped from the table beside the bed. He reached for it and read the screen. "Dylan," he reported. "He's in San Diego. He's got his baggage and his rental car, and he's just leaving the airport. Says he'll be here in an hour."

"I guess I should go."

"No. Stay. I want you to meet him."

She smiled at him. He was all excited about seeing his best friend-his other best friend, besides her. Though it was too bad Dylan was coming to visit because he'd been injured. She'd never met Matt's old high school buddy because Dylan Sch.e.l.l was too busy traveling around the world surfing. Dylan had been on his way to winning the Billabong Pro compet.i.tion in Australia until he'd taken a bad fall and smashed his foot up. Corey's insides did a little roll thinking about someone in pain. The accident had ended that compet.i.tion and now he was on his way home to San Amaro to visit his old friend while he recuperated.

"Okay," she agreed. She lifted her arms above her head and did a whole-body stretch, feeling so relaxed and mellow after great s.e.x. Mmmm. She could use a tiny little nap. She pulled the soft covers around her naked body, snuggled into Matt's pillow, breathed in the so-familiar scent of him, his clean, spicy-herbal scent mingled with the laundry detergent he used.

"Hey, you going to sleep?" He nudged her with his bare knee.

She opened one eye and peered at him. "Maybe."

"But I'm hungry."

"So go eat something."

He groaned. "I guess that means you're not going to make me something."

She closed her eyes and snuggled back into the bed without remorse. "Nope."

He laughed softly, and she felt the quick brush of his lips over her cheek before he climbed out the other side of his bed.

She awoke to the sounds of deep male laughter coming from down the hall of Matt's house. She blinked into the darkness and her stomach gave a growl of hunger. How long had she slept?

Gah! Three hours! What the...? She threw back the covers and sat on the side of the bed, pressing her hands to her cheeks. Yeah, she'd been exhausted. She'd been working like crazy lately so it was no wonder she'd crashed like that. But geez, she was at Matt's place and holy c.r.a.p, his friend Dylan was coming...no, she'd slept so long he was already there, and he and Matt were having a great time, from the sounds of their talking and laughing.

Clothes. She needed her clothes. She flicked on the lamp beside the bed, stood and stretched again, torn between wanting to climb back into bed and sleep for a week, and meeting Matt's friend. She sighed. No choice, really. She had to get up early in the morning to make chocolate, which meant she had to sleep at her place, and besides, it would be kind of rude to ignore the guys.

She found her clothes on the chair, pulled on her panties and jeans, slipped on her bra and T-s.h.i.+rt. Still a little dozy, she ran her hands through her hair and shook it down her back, then wandered down the hall toward the voices she heard. She stepped into the living room, blinking a little at the bright light.

The two men sat on Matt's couch, one at either end, each with a beer in hand, laughing again. Matt had Coldplay playing from his iPod, now docked into the speakers he'd paid a fortune for, and he looked up at her and smiled. "Hey there, sleepyhead."

"Sorry I crashed so long," she said, rubbing her eyes. "I guess I was tired."

The two guys stood, which was so polite it made her smile. She looked at Matt's friend. "Hi," she said, moving toward him with her hand extended. "You must be Dylan. I'm Corey."

Dylan took her hand in his, a big, strong hand with a firm grip. "Yup, I'm Dylan."

Dylan Sch.e.l.l was tall, about the same height as Matt, and very muscular. Not that Matt wasn't, he definitely had muscles, but Dylan was really muscular. He smiled, a broad charming smile that revealed white teeth, a contrast to his tanned face. His straight dark hair hung around his face and over his forehead. Although he stood, he hadn't put weight on one leg, and her gaze dropped briefly to the plastic boot on his left foot.

"Nice to meet you, Corey," he said. His light gray eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. He shot a glance at Matt as if he'd been unaware she was there, down the hall, in Matt's bed.

She knew what he was thinking but as usual, wasn't sure what to say to tell him it wasn't what he thought. Her relations.h.i.+p with Matt was a little unusual, maybe, or maybe not so much, but it worked for them. People called it "friends with benefits", which is what they'd both agreed it would be after that night they'd ended up in bed together a couple of months ago.

"Matt mentioned you, but he didn't tell me you were gorgeous," Dylan said.

"He didn't?" She expressed mock outrage and sent a glare at Matt. "I can't believe that. He's always going on about how gorgeous I am, sometimes I can't shut him up."

Both guys laughed and Matt rolled his eyes.

Dylan still held her hand in his and still smiled down at her, and the admiring way he looked her over made her tingle inside. She couldn't help but smile back at him. Holy hotness, this was one s.e.xy hunk of man.

Relations.h.i.+p, no...but threesome, h.e.l.l yes!

How to Love 2013 Kelly Jamieson San Amaro Singles, Book 2 Ever since Jules's new neighbor moved in, she's been undressing him in her mind. Mike is the fresh inspiration she needs to make her erotic photography studio a success, if she can convince him and his equally buff roommate, Carlos, to strip for her lens. And maybe indulge in a little off-camera fun as well.

But Jules isn't too worried. She doesn't do relations.h.i.+ps, but she loves men and s.e.x-and in her experience, most men are okay with that.

Judging from the raw emotions leaping from the images in Jules's gallery, Mike senses there's a lot going on beneath her flirtatious, slightly cynical exterior. He and Carlos are happy in their committed relations.h.i.+p, but they've always felt there's a piece missing. They want a woman. Jules could be that woman.

A threesome with two committed men? Sounds like an emotionally risk-free dream come true for Jules. But when they make it clear they want more, her deepest fears push to the surface. Straining bonds forged in incredible heat to the breaking point...

Warning: The book features two hot men brave enough to climb cliffs, strip naked for erotic photographs, have s.e.x in a portrait studio and on a cliff, and who have the courage to teach a commitment-phobic woman how to love.

Enjoy the following excerpt for How to Love: "What's the neighbor like?" Carlos asked when Mike walked into the kitchen. He sat at the table, spooning Cheerios from a bowl to his mouth while he read the paper.

"Hot." It was the first word that came to mind.

Carlos looked up at him and lifted one black eyebrow. "Yeah?"

Mike met his eyes and lifted one shoulder. "Oh yeah."

"What was with the skin mag?"

Mike filled his coffee with what was left in the pot and turned it off. "It's an art magazine," he drawled. "She's an artist. A photographer."

Carlos grinned. "She takes nude pictures of men?"

"Uh...I don't know. I a.s.sumed men and women. She gave me her card. She has a gallery. Maybe I'll go check it out."

Carlos eyed him. "Yeah?"

"Why not? She seemed nice. Really...s.e.xy."

Carlos sat back in his chair. "Well."

Mike shrugged sheepishly. "Whatever. She lives next door. We'll see her again."

"No doubt. Okay. Let's get going. My afternoon is booked for a bike trip into the hills. And what are you doing?"

Mike sighed. "Payroll."

"Don't pretend you're p.i.s.sed about that. You love that c.r.a.p."

Mike smiled. "Yeah. I do. But I like getting out of the office and doing something physical too."

Heh. He'd like to do something physical, all right, something physical with his s.e.xy next-door-neighbor. He shook his head and turned his thoughts back to their business.

"Someone's gotta do it." Carlos rose from the table. He picked up his bowl and set it on the counter above the dishwasher.

Mike groaned.

"What?" Carlos looked at him.

"For G.o.d's sake, in the dishwasher! Not on the dishwasher. How many times do I have to tell you?"

Carlos put the bowl in the dishwasher. "You just love riding my a.s.s, that's all." He turned back to Mike and gave him a look, a heated, s.e.xy look with those dark eyes rimmed with long dark eyelashes.

Mike's groin tightened. "Oh yeah," he drawled. "You got that right." He eyed Carlos. "Speaking of doing something physical..." He moved closer, slid his hand around the back of Carlos's neck and pulled his face in for a kiss.

"Don't have time, babe," Carlos murmured against his mouth.

"Sure we do." Mike's other hand moved to Carlos's hip, then around to his a.s.s and he hauled him against him. Mike's d.i.c.k swelled and lengthened and he rubbed against Carlos, who was also getting hard. Their mouths opened against each other, tongues sliding, the kiss getting deeper and hotter. Heat rushed through Mike's veins.

"That new neighbor got you all hot and bothered," Carlos muttered, grabbing Mike's face in both hands.

Mike grimaced. "Maybe a little. But I'm always hot for you. You know it."

"Yeah. But I also know you-"

Mike cut him off with another long, heated kiss and their hardening bodies pressed tighter. "C'mon," he said. "Come back to bed."

"Gotta go to work."

"We're the bosses. We can be a few minutes late." He slid his hands up under Carlos's s.h.i.+rt, sliding his palms over smooth skin and muscle. When he found Carlos's nipples and flicked them, Carlos groaned. Mike smiled against Carlos's mouth. He knew all his good spots, the ones that could make him moan and drop to his knees. "Wanna suck me?"

"Always."

Slammed.

Kelly Jamieson.

He never saw love coming...until it crashed into him.

San Amaro Singles, Book 3.

Brooke Lowry has a mission: fly to Tahiti, pluck PR nightmare Dylan Sch.e.l.l out of whatever party he's in, bring him home and clean up his image.

It was her idea for Jackson Cole clothing company to sponsor the pro surfer. But the chances of saving this deal-and her career-look pretty slim when she finds the s.e.xy party boy "shooting the curl" with two beach bunnies.

Dylan is finally getting back on track, and the next big event would put him over the top...if it wasn't being held in San Amaro, where he'd be forced to watch his best friends Matt and Corey tie the knot and move on without him.