Surfing and sex. This is Wes Elliott's life. And it's just the way he likes it. `
After seeing his parents stay in a loveless marriage his entire life, and burying away a heartbreak from his past, he knows where romance is best left: crappy chick movies. He'd rather lust and eventually leave, and that's exactly what the plan was when he met Lana Langston.
Except…turns out she’s only in it for the thrills, too. She's always only in it for the thrills: life in the literal fast lane on her motorcycle, and the hot nights in forbidden places without the awkward talks in the mornings after. She's Wes Elliott in way tighter jeans.
So, this should be perfect, right?
But the more time Wes spends with her, the more he wants the nights to turn into mornings. And maybe even longer. Suddenly, it isn't so perfect for him anymore.
And the things he thought were buried are digging themselves up.
Now Wes is in a lot of trouble.
He’s falling in love with the one girl who might be a bigger risk than even a guy who gets barreled by the most dangerous waves in the world is willing to take on.
Can Wes and Lana figure out a way to make it work? Or is he headed for something far more reckless?
Thanks to the wonderful A.J. Sand, we have an exclusive teaser from her next release Recklessly, which is Wes Elliott's very own book!
Wes knew Abel would crush him today during the pool training; he was exhausted. He tapped the end, flipped and pressed for the other side with a powerful rhythm of strokes, hoping the strain in his body would clear his head. Abel was waiting with a smug look as he sat on the edge of the pool.“Pathetic, Wesley.”
“I know.” Wincing, Wes pushed up to sit next to him. “I didn’t really plan to be out that late last night, but I met this girl at Vices…we had sex…and then we hung out some more.”
“You went to her place?” Abel made a dismissive gesture at Ian, who was signaling for them to get back in the water.
“Nope....” He pulled his arm across his chest, stretching out the muscles. “…Restroom.”
“The one at Vices? That’s so nasty, dude.” Abel scrunched his nose. “I’m so fucking jealous.”
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