Tryst by Cambria Hebert
(Take
It Off #8)
Publication
date: May 16th 2014
Sometimes all a girl needs is a little fling…
Talie Ronson needs a vacation.
From life.
Since she caught her cheating, loser husband in bed with his assistant, her life has been on a steady spiral—right into hell. Her car’s a junker, her job sucks, and her perfect, gorgeous sister likes to brag about her wonderful life every time they “do” lunch.
In an effort to salvage what’s left of her life and her sanity, she takes the advice of her kooky best friend and takes off to Topsail Island. A week at the beach, alone, is exactly what she needs to recharge, regroup, and relax.
Only, her alone time is about to get derailed.
Gavin Palmer’s favorite activity is walking around in his boxers and eating junk food. He and his neighbors have an understanding. They stay out of his business and he stays out of theirs. He lives at the beach, not for vacation, but for isolation. He’s had enough of people to last him a lifetime.
Gavin’s isolation is interrupted when his normally quiet neighbor starts disturbing his peace. He stomps across the sand to give the guy a piece of his mind… only it isn’t a guy.
It’s Talie.
She’d maddening, nosy, and talks too much.
But she’s hot and her bedroom eyes have him thinking maybe he’s had enough solitude. Maybe a week of company is exactly what he needs.
Maybe what they both need is a no-strings-attached tryst.
Talie Ronson needs a vacation.
From life.
Since she caught her cheating, loser husband in bed with his assistant, her life has been on a steady spiral—right into hell. Her car’s a junker, her job sucks, and her perfect, gorgeous sister likes to brag about her wonderful life every time they “do” lunch.
In an effort to salvage what’s left of her life and her sanity, she takes the advice of her kooky best friend and takes off to Topsail Island. A week at the beach, alone, is exactly what she needs to recharge, regroup, and relax.
Only, her alone time is about to get derailed.
Gavin Palmer’s favorite activity is walking around in his boxers and eating junk food. He and his neighbors have an understanding. They stay out of his business and he stays out of theirs. He lives at the beach, not for vacation, but for isolation. He’s had enough of people to last him a lifetime.
Gavin’s isolation is interrupted when his normally quiet neighbor starts disturbing his peace. He stomps across the sand to give the guy a piece of his mind… only it isn’t a guy.
It’s Talie.
She’d maddening, nosy, and talks too much.
But she’s hot and her bedroom eyes have him thinking maybe he’s had enough solitude. Maybe a week of company is exactly what he needs.
Maybe what they both need is a no-strings-attached tryst.
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Excerpt 1
He leaned back against the railing and
looked at me. “I’m not available emotionally. I live here for solitude, to be
alone. I don’t have room in my life for someone. I can’t hang out. I can’t talk
about my life. I just… I can’t.”
The veiled pain behind his words caused
my heart to constrict. What happened to him?
“But you can have sex?” I said. Gavin
might have had a rough time, but he wasn’t the only one. And he wasn’t getting
off the hook that easily.
“I’m a guy,” he said, as if that
explained everything.
I guess it sort of did. He had urges,
needs. Wasn’t it the same with me? Hadn’t I been starving for human contact,
for a body-ripping orgasm? I couldn’t judge him for something I was guilty of
as well.
“I’m not available either,” I said.
“Emotionally.”
He nodded like he already figured that
out. “I shouldn’t have been a jerk to you.”
“It’s okay,” I said, meaning it.
He studied me for long moments as a
strong gust of wind came up off the sea. I shivered and tucked the blanket just
a little bit closer. Gavin moved, crouching down in front of my chair, reaching
out to grasp the ends of the blanket.
From this close, I could see the
intensity of his eyes. I could see the vulnerability he felt from coming here…
I also could see desire.
“I can’t offer you anything,” he
whispered. “But I’m asking you for something.”
“What?” His closeness was driving me
wild. Want burned through my veins as I studied the way the T-shirt stretched
over his broad shoulders. Need eclipsed my thoughts as his hand tightened
around the blanket and carefully drew me a little bit closer.
AUTHOR BIO
Cambria Hebert is the author of the young adult
paranormal Heven and Hell series, the new adult Death
Escorts series, and the new adult Take it Off series. She loves
a caramel latte, hates math and is afraid of chickens (yes, chickens). She went
to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up
with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have
good hair. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and
children (both human and furry) where she is plotting her next book. You can
find out more about Cambria and her work by visiting http://www.cambriahebert.com
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Excerpt 2
He began to draw lazy circles over the
inside of my elbow with his fingers. He didn’t play fair. How was I supposed to
keep up with a conversation when he did things like that?
And why did he affect me this way?
He was maddening, bossy, and he lived
off snack cakes for goodness sake.
“Talie?” he said, my name ripping from
deep within his throat.
“Oh, um… Vacation.”
“Who takes a vacation alone?”
“Who lives in a beach house alone?” I
answered.
“I like my privacy. I’m not a social
guy.”
“Then why did you bring me here?”
“I don’t know,” he said, sounding
absolutely mystified.
“I’ll go,” I declared.
He nodded.
Neither of us moved. He didn’t release
my arm.
It was as if we were both paralyzed in
a bubble of attraction. The pull between us was so unlike anything I’d ever
experienced before. It was physically powerful, chaining us together where we
sat. Both of us voiced the intent to break apart, to go our separate ways, but
our bodies overruled our brains.
There would be no moving away.
Only closer.
In one fluid movement, Gavin came
forward, sweeping an arm around my waist and pulling me to the very edge of the
couch. His knees parted and my body fit between them as his lips fastened to
mine.
We were Velcro. He was the rough side
and I was the soft. The closer he pressed, the more tightly we fused. I swear
to you in that moment I didn’t think. I couldn’t. I could only be pummeled by
the onslaught of heavy desire that flooded my system like a surging waterway.
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