One Night with the Rebel Billionaire
'Excuse me. I'm sorry. This is a private beach.'
Roane Elliott stepped tentatively closer. A full moon lit everything around her in shades of silver and grey, with black shadows that seemed to breathe with the ebb and flow of the tide. But her surroundings didn't worry her as much as the presence of the stranger; she might have known every rock, every path, every place the sand sank deeper beneath her feetbut she also knew she was too far away from a 911 call for it to help if she got into trouble
Her footsteps faltered. But it wasn't the sudden 911 thought that had done it; it was because she was now standing close enough to see he was
Her eyes widened. Oh, dear Lord. He was naked!
More than that, he was an Adonis. In the silvery light every tight muscle was defined in shadowy dips and shimmering planes from wide shoulders to tapering waist to taut
Her mouth went dry.
He turned around, so Roane swiftly averted her gaze, and mumbled under her breath, 'Look at his face.'
When she glanced at him from the corner of her eye her errant gaze didn't do what it was told. Well, who could blame her? He was sensational ... read full excerpt from: One Night with the Rebel Billionaire ebook