Hot & Sticky (Sunset Bay #1)
By
Madison Faye
Scorching hot, stormy, humid and sticky, with a high chance of wetness ahead.
And then, there’s the weather forecast…
Working for my sleezy uncle at his cinnamon bun shop is hardly my idea of a fun summer before college. I should be out hanging on the beach, making bad choices, and maybe even finally getting rid of this pesky v-card. Throw in a record-setting heat wave, horrible tourist customers, and a broken air conditioner, and I’m about ready to burst into flames.
And that’s before the completely gorgeous AC repair guy scorches into my world. Because after that, I’m definitely catching on fire.
West Farrow is sinfully hot, rough, and dangerous—a surf loner with a glint in his eye and a jaw that makes my panties melt. He’s here to fix the AC and “cool things off"? Yeah, good freaking luck with that.
But a lack of central air is the least of my problems when armed men start shooting. And before I know it, West is whisking me away from a whole heap of trouble, to his surf shack to lay low.
Just me and my crazy good-looking and stormy-eyed hero: hot, sticky, and all alone.
Gee, what could possibly go wrong?
Smutty, steamy, and oh-so-fun. If you’re hungry for the type of beach-read to make you growl at the cabana boy, look no further ;). Get yourself a cool drink and some sun screen, because things are about to get very, very hot.
The Sunset Bay books can be read in any order.
And then, there’s the weather forecast…
Working for my sleezy uncle at his cinnamon bun shop is hardly my idea of a fun summer before college. I should be out hanging on the beach, making bad choices, and maybe even finally getting rid of this pesky v-card. Throw in a record-setting heat wave, horrible tourist customers, and a broken air conditioner, and I’m about ready to burst into flames.
And that’s before the completely gorgeous AC repair guy scorches into my world. Because after that, I’m definitely catching on fire.
West Farrow is sinfully hot, rough, and dangerous—a surf loner with a glint in his eye and a jaw that makes my panties melt. He’s here to fix the AC and “cool things off"? Yeah, good freaking luck with that.
But a lack of central air is the least of my problems when armed men start shooting. And before I know it, West is whisking me away from a whole heap of trouble, to his surf shack to lay low.
Just me and my crazy good-looking and stormy-eyed hero: hot, sticky, and all alone.
Gee, what could possibly go wrong?
Smutty, steamy, and oh-so-fun. If you’re hungry for the type of beach-read to make you growl at the cabana boy, look no further ;). Get yourself a cool drink and some sun screen, because things are about to get very, very hot.
The Sunset Bay books can be read in any order.
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