Quint Payne is the sort of troublemaker who makes a girl fall head over heels…
Right into his bed.
Rumor has it he can unclasp a bra with a flash of his dimpled smile, and he keeps a collection of trophy panties big enough to rival a Victoria Secret. He’s all fun with no commitments, promising a woman the night of her life if doesn’t have to be there in the morning.
Quint is the man of my dreams…
So, pinch me. I wanna wake up.
It’s bad enough having feelings for a gorgeous player, but keeping a secret crush on the sworn enemy of my family?
That’s some terrible, small-town luck.
When Quint approaches me with a plan to end the feud destroying our two families, it’s a perfect opportunity to steel my heart against the sexy bad boy.
My family says no Payne boy is good enough for a Barlow girl, but they don’t know my Romeo…
Unfortunately for me, Quint Payne believes I’m his perfect Juliet.
I fell into love easy enough.
How hard could it possibly be to fall out of it?
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“I don’t kiss and tell,” I said.
She laughed. “Not sure anyone would believe your stories.”
“Too filthy for polite conversation.”
Lady pushed aside a scraggily shrub. “What’s the saying? Better to stay silent and let them think you’re a virgin than speak and prove you’re…”
“Talented?” I grinned. “A god among men?”
“More like…a manwhore.”
“My brother calls me that.”
“The minister,” I said.
All sins and promiscuous pastimes were forgiven at Taylor’s Pond. Problem was, the pond had shrunk since I was a kid. Grass and weeds overwhelmed the watering hole, and, once the kids had moved on, the bugs moved in.
Nothing a good cannonball couldn’t fix.
Lady averted her eyes as I cast my shirt over my head.
“Oh, Lord have mercy…” she said. “You’re actually getting naked in public.”
“Why should I deprive the public of this perfection?”
I flexed my biceps, reveling in the thick muscle that responded to the curl of my arm. My build was the only way my body hadn’t betrayed me. Couldn’t control my blood sugar, but a two-ninety bench press was one hell of a perk. Worth the protein shake that tasted more like glue than sweet.
“Go on.” I invited her close with a wink. “You can look. I won’t tell.”
She covered her eyes but peeked through her fingers as I reached for my belt.
The zipper lowered. She squealed.
“Quint! What if someone sees?”
“Good. You can charge admission to view this panty-stealing, mouth-watering, farm-built machine.”
She groaned. “Perfect. We can use the money for bail.”
“You have no sense of adventure, Lady Barlow.”
She turned away as I ditched the clothes and picked over the stepping stones into the pond.
“You have no sense of modesty, Quint Payne.”
I ducked under the cold water just to wash the sticky, slimy fruit off my skin. The pond did its best to tame what might’ve been an awkward conversation regarding my oversized eggplant. Lady watched me in disbelief, nibbling on her lower lip.
Had a woman that beautiful really never skinny-dipped before?
Christ, had she ever done anything wild?
Lady seemed the sensible type—the kind who’d take her vitamins, set her clothes out the night before, and wake up perfect and smiling every morning at six-thirty.
Wholesome. Responsible. Innocent…
I cupped my hands and squirted a jet of water at her. “Come on in.”
“Hell no,” she said. “It’s full of leeches.”
I swatted the water—greenish but clear. “I don’t see any.”
She pointed at me. “What about the big one? Right there.”
I grinned. “Afraid I’ll bite?”
“One of my concerns.”
“I can do much worse. Kiss. Lick. Suck.”
She took a dainty step along the grasses, tracing a shoreline hardly large enough to justify the rotten dock peeking over the mud. Somehow, the old tire-swing was still lashed over a giant oak tree. The rope looked sturdy enough, just itching to toss my naked ass into the water.
“Don’t you worry about your reputation at all?” Lady asked.
“Aren’t you at all curious if what they say is true?”
She delicately crossed to the rickety dock and attempted to sit. “I have a vivid enough imagination, thank you.”
“Your mind isn’t dirty enough to handle me.”
“You’re so modest.”
She was lucky the water obscured how right she was.
I curled my finger for her to approach. “Get in the pond. I’ll show you why.”
Lady rolled her eyes. “You didn’t lure me to some overgrown drainage ditch to seduce me, did you?”
“Lure?” I chucked as she crossed her legs at the ankles and allowed her toes to dip into the cool water. “You’ve got me all wrong. You followed me here.”
“And I suppose it’s my fault your clothes came off.”
“I’m trying to teach you how to skinny dip.”
“I’m a visual learner.” She kicked and gave me a little splash. “I am not getting in that water.”
“Heartbreaker,” I said.
She smirked. “Tease.”
Her eyebrow arched. “Payne.”
Klutz by day, haunted by deadlines at night…
Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Sosie Frost is no stranger to quirky, embarrassing, and wild situations, and she’s channeling all that new adult angst into fun romances!
From marching at the high school homecoming game without her trumpet (a punishment for forgetting the instrument on the band bus), to tucking her prom dress into the back of her tights before pictures, and even accidentally starting a chemical fire in the college chem lab, Sosie has the market cornered on crazy stories.
But hey, writing is a better outlet than therapy right? 😉
If you want funny, charming, and steamy romances, you’ve found the right author!
Sosie lives in Pittsburgh with her hubby, her two cats, and thrives on a near constant stream of gummy bears.