Jai Winter is trying to do the right thing, even though he knows it’s wrong. Forced to participate in kinky sex games, the renowned model spends his spare moments creating an impressive list of suicide options. Until a snowy day provides a bit of Summer…a pink-haired burst of sunshine with a ready smile. What begins as the hottest sex of his life turns into a ray of hope.
Summer Dey has baggage of her own—literally. Having spent eighteen months in South America trying to escape a shocking accident, Summer finds an illegal nightmare hidden in her suitcase. She doesn’t want to put Jai in danger, but his gorgeous face and killer bod prove hard to resist.
Boy meets girl, girl falls for boy, and everything would be perfect if it wasn’t for blackmail, drug dealers and tragic events in both their pasts. Staying together could be their salvation—or their ultimate undoing.
An Extract From Summer Girl, Winter Boy
(The pair have just met and are stranded at a snowbound airport)
An hour later, Jai was drowning in a perfect way. Summer was smart and funny. Too smart and funny for him. Even so, at a different time, and in a different place, he’d have persuaded her back to his bed, and the telephone number he’d give her would have been the right one, and he’d have called her when he said he would because she might be The One.
His dick went rigid with shock. Or something else.
But there was no different time, no different place. He was who he was and he had no future until Marta and Saul were either bored with him or were dead. Or he was dead. Buried under a ton of ice in an ice age. Not a likely scenario and not going on his list. Oh hell, why not if it might happen next year? His cock deflated.
“You’ve gone all moody,” Summer said. “What’s wrong?”
He’d thought he’d hidden that. Shit. “Just thinking about how hard that floor is going to be.”
“I’ve slept in worse places. At least it’s clean. No llama poop or guinea pig bones.”
He’d slept in worse places too though the beds had been comfortable and the sheets high-quality Egyptian cotton, but the people with him—fucking bastards. It wasn’t where you slept but who slept with you.
They left the bar when shutters rattled.
“Guess we should try to get some sleep,” he said as they moved into the concourse, though sleep was the last thing on his racing mind. “Welcome to the latest in innovative hotels. We have a wide selection of extremely spacious open-plan accommodations available tonight. Bedrooms with and without views. I’m afraid the beds are a little firm and only a few have en suite facilities. On the plus side, they’re economical.”
Summer shivered. “Think there’s anywhere warm?”
He looked at her long, tanned bare legs, her skimpy dress, the metal at her nipples, then at the snow plastering itself against the windows.
“I know,” she said. “I’m not dressed for winter, but I left eighty-degree heat and assumed I’d get straight off one plane and onto another. I intended to change into my jeans when I arrived in London. I’ve a coat in my…suitcase, which is probably languishing under three feet of snow because the guys who are supposed to unload went home while they still could.”
“Want a sweater?” He took one from his carry-on and handed it to her.
“Thank you so much.” She pulled it on.
The dark-blue sweater swamped her but she looked so cute, his cock flickered back to life. Give it up. There’s no point. She shouldn’t have looked sexy in a guy’s sweater, though he’d prefer her in nothing but those piercings. He wanted to suck them, rub the head of his dick over them. Blood flowed south. Damn it. Stop thinking.
They wandered through the airport, looking for somewhere to settle. All the more comfortable-looking spots were already taken.
“Nowhere is warmer than anywhere else,” Summer said. “Here will be fine.”
She dropped onto the floor next to the wall and lay on her back with her head resting on her bag. Oh god, her legs go on forever.
“You are approaching the end of the walkway,” intoned a voice.
Summer sat up and groaned. “Not here. That’ll go on all night.”
They headed away into the gate area.
“I’ll just use the restroom,” she said.
“Good idea. I’ll join you. Well, not join you.” Though the idea appealed.
He took out his last two temazepam and then stuffed them back in the bag. Maybe he didn’t need them. After he’d splashed water into his mouth and on his face, he accidentally looked up into the mirror. He hated what he saw—dark shadows under his eyes, a wary look on his face, a tense jaw, yet under all that, a guy women seemed to find irresistible. All those years he’d thought he was something special and now he longed to be nothing special at all.
When he emerged, Summer was already lying on the floor with her head on her backpack. He unzipped his carry-on to take out a pair of chinos and folded them to put under his head. His stomach fluttered as he settled next to her, his face inches from hers.
“Are you sleeping on the side of the bed you prefer?” he asked. Does anyone usually share your bed? Are you married, engaged, have a boyfriend?
“I’m fine unless your side of the bed is more comfortable, in which case I hope you’d be a gentleman and swap.”
“Sadly not.” I’m no gentleman. You could lay on me except we’d get arrested.
She was so close he could almost count her eyelashes. Her eyes were the strong blue of the sky on a cold winter’s day, the irises ringed with a darker hue. She had a couple of freckles on her tanned cheeks and he wanted to kiss them, kiss her lips, kiss her cute nose, kiss her nipples, kiss her all over. His cock twitched.
“Are you going to close your eyes?” he asked.
“Eventually. Are you?”
“Eventually. I like the view too much at the moment.”
“Very smooth, Mr. Winter.”
“Thank you, Miss Summer. Are your nipples pierced?” The question slipped out before he could stop it.
No, you can’t come out and take a look, he yelled at his cock. There’s nothing to see at the moment. The stupid thing still tried, pressing against his zipper.
“Why did you have it done?”
“Why do you think I had it done?”
Oh Christ, don’t splutter, don’t tell her what you think, what nearly every guy would think. “Somewhere to hang your car keys?”
She grinned. “Damn, I never thought you’d get that.”
“Anything else pierced?” Cut out my tongue now.
Ask her what, said his cock.
“Tattoos?” he choked out.
A low growl burst from his lips and she giggled.
“What an interesting young lady you are.”
He moved a fraction closer and could feel her breath hitting his face.
Do it, do it, do it, yelled his cock.
Do what? he yelled back. If I kiss her, where’s it going to go? We’re lying in a public place and you know what you’re like. This won’t stop at kissing. You’ll embarrass me.
Had she moved closer? Yes. Oh god.
“Hi there, folks.”
The voice jolted them both and they clashed heads as they jerked upright.
“Ouch,” Summer yelped and rubbed her forehead.
“Sorry,” he blurted.
“No, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
He rubbed his head. “Yep.”
He’d hoped their first touch would be less painful.
Two female airport employees stood in front of them.
The thought police? He hadn’t done anything—yet.
“Sorry to disturb you,” one of the women said. “We’re giving out blankets, pillows and a few essentials to help you spend an easier night.”
They were each handed a bag.
“Thank you,” Summer said. “That’s brilliant. Is there an inflatable bed in here?”
“Sadly not. You two have a good night.” The women wandered off again.
Apart from pillows and emergency blankets, the bags also contained bottles of water and snacks.
“No condoms either,” Summer said and clapped a hand to her mouth. “Shit.”
He laughed. Don’t worry. I’ve plenty.