Crashing Together by Lyssa Cole
Publication date: May 30th, 2019
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
It's an age old story...
A summer fling...
A temporary thing...
His name was Cole and I couldn't resist him. He was everything a girl could want in a summer romance. A hot, tanned, surfer with blonde hair and blue eyes... oh and lets not forget about all those muscles and the six pack I couldn't stop staring at.
We agreed to just sex. Lots of sex. Lots of fun. No titles, no relationship, and certainly no love.
Something more...
Something way more...
But for him?
It was still just sex.
Until it wasn't.
Until everything we didn't mean to build unraveled in a heap of secrets, lies, and broken trust.
We came crashing together but will our summer fling survive the waves?
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"How about I teach you to paint and you teach me to surf?"
Cole fake scoffs and I wish I had another pen to throw at his head but instead I stick my tongue out like a five year old. "You? Surf?" He teases which earns him a face. "You know it's not boogie boarding right?"
I roll my eyes with a smile on my face. "Of course I know it's not. It can't be much different."
Cole raises his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Uh, its way different there beach cutie. Who you been getting your info from?"
I love our banter. We tease each other and go back and forth, all in good fun. Working together has become easy and comfortable.
He's still secretive as hell though. Mysterious and intriguing.
"You don't do relationships at all?" I ask him out of curiousness.
He shakes his head, his long sandy locks falling across his blue eyes. Could he look any more beach like? Sand sticks to his chest and my fingers itch to brush it off.
"No, I told you that." He chews his bottom lip before turning back to his surf board. He runs a cloth along the bottom, cleaning it from his recent surf. My insides twist. Damn, everything he does is sexy.
"Addi--listen. If you can't handle--"
I brush imaginary sand off my skirt, not meeting his eyes. My cheeks burn. "Of course I can handle it." I wave my hand. "Its what we agreed on, right? Besides, I'm only wondering is all. You don't tell me much."
I want to know about his past relationships.
He's so closed lipped about anything with his past it makes me curious. What happened?
Now he's going to think I'm growing feelings.
Which I'm not in any way.
I look up to see him studying me. He doesn't believe me, the puzzled look on his face says it all. "Right..." He trails off dragging the word out in his Cali surfer accent I can't get enough of.
"I think," he says as he puts his surf board aside, tossing the cloth on top of it, "It's time we remember one of the reasons why we're hanging out."
My core clenches, my body tingling. I dark my tongue out and lick my lips as he leans closer, erasing the space between us.
His scent fills my nose, sweat and salt and a bit of only him, the bit that drives me the most crazy. It's sweet and musky and utterly fuckable.
Cole fake scoffs and I wish I had another pen to throw at his head but instead I stick my tongue out like a five year old. "You? Surf?" He teases which earns him a face. "You know it's not boogie boarding right?"
I roll my eyes with a smile on my face. "Of course I know it's not. It can't be much different."
Cole raises his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Uh, its way different there beach cutie. Who you been getting your info from?"
I love our banter. We tease each other and go back and forth, all in good fun. Working together has become easy and comfortable.
He's still secretive as hell though. Mysterious and intriguing.
"You don't do relationships at all?" I ask him out of curiousness.
He shakes his head, his long sandy locks falling across his blue eyes. Could he look any more beach like? Sand sticks to his chest and my fingers itch to brush it off.
"No, I told you that." He chews his bottom lip before turning back to his surf board. He runs a cloth along the bottom, cleaning it from his recent surf. My insides twist. Damn, everything he does is sexy.
"Addi--listen. If you can't handle--"
I brush imaginary sand off my skirt, not meeting his eyes. My cheeks burn. "Of course I can handle it." I wave my hand. "Its what we agreed on, right? Besides, I'm only wondering is all. You don't tell me much."
I want to know about his past relationships.
He's so closed lipped about anything with his past it makes me curious. What happened?
Now he's going to think I'm growing feelings.
Which I'm not in any way.
I look up to see him studying me. He doesn't believe me, the puzzled look on his face says it all. "Right..." He trails off dragging the word out in his Cali surfer accent I can't get enough of.
"I think," he says as he puts his surf board aside, tossing the cloth on top of it, "It's time we remember one of the reasons why we're hanging out."
My core clenches, my body tingling. I dark my tongue out and lick my lips as he leans closer, erasing the space between us.
His scent fills my nose, sweat and salt and a bit of only him, the bit that drives me the most crazy. It's sweet and musky and utterly fuckable.
About the Author:
Lyssa Cole has been in love with books for as long as she can remember. Escaping into a story is her favorite pastime. Wanting to be a writer for a couple years, she is now crafting her own stories. She loves to write sweet & sexy romance with lots of heat and some suspense to keep you guessing and wanting to turn that page! She lives in Southeastern Mass with her two kids and two dogs. Lover of coffee, all things chocolate, & always the avid reader, you can keep up with Lyssa Cole by subscribing to her newsletter.
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