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Yes, I’ve been away, so it’s been a little while since you’ve seen any new posts. But here I am with something that I know you’ll love.


It’s hard to resist a Good Man who’s a Bad Boy…

Title: Dax (Bad Boys of Willow Valley)

Author: Shannyn Leah

Genre: Contemporary Small Town Romance

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About Dax: Dax is the first book in Willow Valley’s Bad Boy stand-alone series. These hot contemporary romance books feature alpha males heroes and strong, independent women.

Fall in love with Dax Colyn, a volunteer firefighter and hard ass mechanic for his restoration business. He’s strong, solid, independent, until tragedy strikes that could tear him to the ground.

Blurb:  Dax Colyn is one of the bad boys of Willow Valley. A fearless volunteer firefighter and hard ass mechanic, he makes all the woman swoon and he likes it that way. He keeps people at a distance since his mother died. He doesn’t want to let anyone in, much less a woman he knows he could fall in love with

Ava Anderson keeps people away, too. Haunted by her tortured past and constantly fearful of the future, it’s only her daughter Olivia and Dax’s dad Rowdy that she’s let in.

But when tragedy strikes, it pushes Dax and Ava together, forcing them both to let go of their fears. They soon learn how hard it is to keep pretending and how easy it is to let others in. Especially when those people are family.

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“Dax?” She’d moved directly beside him and he felt her warmth radiate near his arm. “Rowdy says you haven’t gone back to the hospital for a follow up on your shoulder.”

She set the princess-patterned bag on his desk before he could reply, not that he needed to answer her. They both knew he hadn’t gone back to see the doctor. He hated hospitals.

A couple weeks back on their way back to the station after dousing a farm fire, the new guy had driven off the road and flipped the fire truck on its side, sending all five of the men to the hospital. Had the ambulance driver not given him a choice, he wouldn’t have gone in the first place.

Big deal. Firefighters got muscle sprains all the time. Although his shoulder was being a pain and not healing. He should have gone for the follow up, but he could scrounge up a thousand excuses to hold it off, too.

Ava unzipped Olivia’s knapsack and pulled out a container of gel. “Let me see your shoulder.” Her teacher’s tone again. Damn woman.


“I didn’t ask. Take off your shirt, Dax.”

He leaned back in his chair to get a better look at her. He put on his famously seductive grin and tapered his eyes. “I’ve been trying to get you out of your shirt for years and you think you can come into my office and, after one demand, think I’m going to just strip for you? Do you think I’m that easy?”

Her lips curved upwards. “You are that easy.”

“Take yours off,” he retorted.

Her jaw tightened, as did the grip on the jar in her hands. Humor swept away, her eyes didn’t waver from his, and he watched desire heat up in them. The attraction between them resonated around the four walls of his office and he knew sex with her would be mind-blowing. Except, he’d never sleep with her. He couldn’t. As much as he teased and flirted, at the end of the day, they didn’t mix. Hot and cold. Water and fire. Besides, his dad would whoop him good and serve him up for dinner if it ever went that far.

Ava’s fingers grasped the edge of her blue and white plaid blouse and hiked the material high enough to see her navel.

Goddamit. They were in his office and the wall overlooking the shop was encased with windows.

He caught her wrist, conflicted with wanting more, all of her and not wanting any of her at all.

“Alright,” he growled, pulling her shirt back down over her denim shorts.

He stood up, ignoring what looked a hell of a lot like hurt in her eyes and yanked his own black T-shirt over his head. He balled it up, frustration invading his hands and tossed it onto his desk.

“If I’d known it was that easy to get your shirt off, I would have flashed my sprained shoulder a helluva long time ago.”

One thing was for certain, the teasing had to end. She’d never given an inch and today she’d have given a whole damn foot.




Lakeshore Secrets (Marc)

Lakeshore Legend (Colt)

Lakeshore Love (Jake)

Lakeshore Candy (Riley)

Lakeshore Lyrics (Avery)


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About Shannyn Leah


Contemporary romance author Shannyn Leah loves olives, lip gloss and reading (and writing) romance novels. Her love of words started at an early age and soon grew until, during her teenage years, she’d started writing her own novels. When her mom pushed to finally publish some of the stories, she quickly amassed two complete romance series (By The Lake and Caliendo Resort series) and, in 2016, released her first Fantasy Romance entitled The Gatekeepers (Part One of the Winters Rising series).

When she’s not writing contemporary romance books into the early hours of the morning, Shannyn can be found antiquing with her two favorite people, her momma and sister, in their picturesque London, Ontario hometown.


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Michael Maddox thinks he has his life under control. No attachments, no relationships–he’s too busy transforming his knack for military intelligence into a multi-million-dollar enterprise. But when headstrong event planner Kate Adams comes barreling into his life, everything changes.

From the moment she arrives in Charlotte, Kate is tongue-tied by Michael. She’s never fallen for a client before, but then she’s never had a client like him–sleek, hard, and impenetrable as steel.

While Kate struggles to keep her distance, a stalker sends her tumbling more deeply into Michael’s world. The former Marine is equipped and willing to protect her, and yet Kate finds herself growing more terrified than ever in his care. For as they grow closer, she realizes that Michael has his own secret past. And while he might save her life, he will surely break her heart.

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Posted by on July 10, 2017 in Uncategorized


I’ll Be on Tour…Well, my novel will.

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*Quote taken from Book 2 “Heart of Ainsley”

This is my fourth published book and I’m just now doing a tour–I know…Crazy, right?! Truth is, Walls of Ainsley–the book I’m promoting–and Heart of Ainsley is near and dear to my heart. This is the first time I’ve decided to go more along the lines of what I really want to write…what kind of author I want to be: Psychological Romance/Romantic Thriller. Don’t let the covers fool you. There’s a love story here, and you will fall for the son of an accused killer, the son that’s supposed to be dead.


Blurb – Walls of Ainsley 

FREE 6/27/17 until 07/01/17

Brigham Ainsley is the son of the most notorious mass murderer in Surrey. The Ainsleys built this orphanage decades ago. Considered odd and eccentric for their time, the family remained secluded, shutting out the world. It is believed Brigham’s father, Allister, finally snapped, killing the children and family at his mercy.

Scarlet, a fresh out of college journalist, knows there’s an untold story here and sets off to England to hopefully guarantee her career working for the top magazine company located in San Francisco. Soon after she arrives, the locals tell her to turn around. They say Brigham could still be alive—or he’s dead and haunts the place. It isn’t long before Scarlet finds out which story is true.

***Note from Author: Contains cliffhanger. Purchase Heart of Ainsley here.***




***Excerpt 1***


Nails clawed at his chest until he felt his skin tear open. The scent of fresh blood tickled his senses.

“When you’re numb, you’re done, boy. You know the rule.”

Brigham bent over the table his father used specifically for punishment. His bare bottom was exposed to his father’s all too swift belt.

Caught between hellish nightmare and vivid memory, his subconscious triggered the calming repetition he’d learned long ago. “One, two, three. One, two, three, four, five,” he muttered in his sleep.

The bite and force of the leather no longer registered. Brigham was numb, but he couldn’t find enough air in his lungs to say the words. The only thing that registered was the metallic taste of blood in his mouth from gnawing the inside of his cheek as he ground his teeth harder and harder.

“One, two, three. One, two, three, four, five.”

She was there, watching, but didn’t acknowledge his presence. With his arms stretched wide, his hands clutching the sides of the table, he prepared as he shut his eyes, cutting the tears off like a dry dam, and thought of being anywhere else…anyone else.


Brigham forced his eyes open and bolted upright. His chest, slick with sweat, rose and fell with every quick breath. What on Earth? Despite sleep, an exhausted Brigham rubbed his eyes, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and stared into the pure darkness. There were no windows, no air, no movement. Wait. This wasn’t his bed, his room. Not anymore. Brigham sighed. He hated not knowing where he would wake up in the mornings, but after his eyes came to focus, he saw where he was.

“This is madness. I must stop doing this,” he muttered, running a hand through his already messed up hair and tossing the covers aside in disgust.

Sleepwalking had been a fact of his life for the better part of thirteen years. At least he wasn’t in the pool this time, gasping for air. He wasn’t sure why he randomly woke up here. Couldn’t explain it, even if he tried, and it unsettled him every time.

And his nightmares? He had no idea what they were of or where they came from. When he woke he couldn’t recall a single image, but the terror he felt was always a sure thing.

The air outside the four-by-eight walls washed over his dampened skin, and he felt the familiar stinging sensation.

He walked to a nearby mirror and took in the damage. There, on his chest and up both sides of his neck, sat raised streaks, swollen, bloody, and caused by his own hands. He moved his gaze from his still heaving chest to his face. A man’s face. Every time he saw his reflection, he half-expected his younger self to stare back. It always took a minute for the shock to wear off.

He heard shuffling and knew it was the only other life in the house, his dog Bretta.

Whining, she trotted up beside him and pressed her sweet face into his leg.

He reached down and rubbed between her ears. “Come now, girl. I’m fine. Let’s get out of here.”

With Bretta at his heels, he made it two steps before noticing he was naked. “This won’t do.” Todd could be back from his holiday anytime. Although he’d be surprised if he was home, he wasn’t due back until tomorrow.

He traipsed upstairs, past an old canning room on the ground floor, to his bedroom—his real bedroom—the next floor up.

He threw on some clothes as he stared out the window overlooking the gated front yard of the manor. How dreary.

He remembered flowers. Lots and lots of different blooms bursting with color. That had all been choked out by vines and overrun with weeds. What had once been deemed a respectable orphanage was now a desolate piece of land marred by the passing of his parents over a decade ago.

Nothing a black sky cannot cover, I suppose. He continued watching, fascinated by the trees raging against each other as the wind howled in protest. It looked to be a nasty storm coming, and he was glad he was safe inside.

But then…he never went out.


***Excerpt 2***

After putting the last of the groceries away, she grabbed the coveted package of peanut butter crackers to tide her over. She’d eaten dinner in her room every night, the same room Todd had warned her about. She was prepared to listen, but he’d said his nephew would pick the one he wanted her to have whenever he arrived. Maybe tonight’s the night.

She sat in the small lunchroom, in what had become her chair since that first night’s stolen snack, and munched away, demolishing the rest of the package she’d started eating in the taxi ride back—much to the cabbie’s dismay—and attacking the next. “Oh, come on! Can nothing just be simple in my life?” she said, struggling to open the wrapper with her now slippery fingers.

“Maybe I can help.”

“Shit!” Scarlet screamed and held a shaking hand to her pounding heart as she sought out the source of the deep, very male voice and found herself staring into a pair of deep gray eyes. Holy. Shit. The eyes were only part of the gorgeous package consisting of full lips, chiseled jaw, and perfectly straight nose, and surrounded by a head full of wavy, dark hair. He was tall and seemed even more so standing over her. But I’m sitting. No. That doesn’t matter. Even if she were standing, she knew he’d tower over her. His wide shoulders completed the ominous, yet powerful picture. The nephew? Physically, he didn’t disappoint. Is he wearing a frock coat? That retired centuries ago…didn’t it? It looked out of style, although classy with his dark pants and white shirt. He’s here. Finally. Scarlet was vaguely aware of a dog at his side—a black retriever and shepherd mix if she were to guess.

He remained silent, and their eyes never strayed from the other’s gaze as he took measured steps toward her, one after another, until her neck was kinked almost straight up.

He reached out.

Scarlet opened her hand, ready to be led away on some grand adventure, and the forgotten sleeve of crackers rolled across her palm.

With one swift pull, he ripped the package open and handed it back. “Here.”

Scarlet blinked. “Are you a mirage?”

“No,” he said. “Not a mirage.”

Close your mouth! “Oh.” Why can’t I close my mouth?! Scarlet watched as he backed away.

“Might I ask what it is that brings you to Ainsley Manor? This is private property.”

“Of course.” Didn’t Todd tell him about me? He said he had. God, this guy is striking. “Um, I was, uh, just looking…originally, I was looking for the owner of the—”

“You’ve found him.”

Todd isn’t the owner? “Wonderful. You just arrived? I mean, um, I’ve been here the whole week and . . .”

The nephew said nothing.

Unsure how to proceed, she fidgeted with the crackers and shifted in her seat then faced him again. “Listen this is—”

“Illegal,” he said.

“Yes.” She chuckled and tried to cover for the spreading blush she felt creeping across her cheeks. “I’m sorry, but I did try to call first, as I’ve explained to your uncle. I really did. But there doesn’t seem to be a number. So, I guess…basically, I thought I would figure it out when I got here. Then, my car broke down, and this couple would only bring me as far as the bridge, and it was raining, and…” Oh for—just stop talking, Scarlet! When the hell did I start blabbering?

“You were merely looking for a place to stay at that point? All the way out here?”


He looked her up and down.

Yeah, I didn’t think you’d buy that one. She crossed her arms and rubbed her hands briskly up and down to stop the chill. Why is it suddenly so cold in here? “Well, as I said, my car broke down…”

He gave her another once over.

She felt her nipples harden, and not from the near-freezing temperatures in the room, but if he noticed, he didn’t show it.

“Why were you abandoned at the bridge?” he asked, sounding upset. “It was storming that night, from what you’ve said. The couple couldn’t bring you the rest of the way?”

It seemed strange to Scarlet that he didn’t suspect the reason. “Well, with everything that happened…you know people and their silly beliefs.”

He only stared.

Scarlet sat straighter. “You must know the stories,” she said. “You can’t possibly buy a place like this and not know.”

Glancing away for the first time since she’d spotted him in the doorway, he cleared his throat and looked uncomfortable as he shifted from one foot to the other. To Scarlet, he seemed suddenly offended. “I’m ever so sorry, but I cannot allow this any longer. I shall request you a taxi.”

He turned on his heel, and she jumped out of her chair, grabbing his arm as he started to leave.

He jolted, as if burned, and yanked his arm out of her grasp. “Don’t.”

The sound of his strangled voice as he said that one word sparked something in her, and she slowly raised her hands in the air. “I’m sorry. I was just…”

“Please.” He righted his coat. “Don’t handle me like that again.”


***Excerpt 3***

“You are always punctual, so imagine my shock when I didn’t see you this evening for our talks. Thank goodness Scarlet rang me.”

Brigham sensed Todd standing close to him as he lay across the sofa. He lifted his arm and peeked out at the old man.

Todd stood, his hand outstretched, waiting.

“I don’t want any more of that rubbish. It’s poison,” Brigham said and clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth in pain and frustration.

“It’s not what you’ve been taking. This will help with queasiness. Give it a go.”

“I’m fine.”

“Suit yourself,” Todd said, placing the medicine in the pocket of his suit jacket before sitting across from Brigham. “What is this about, Brigham? This is unlike you.”

Brigham closed his eyes, placing his arm back over his face. “Leave it alone.”

“Is Scarlet too much for you?”

Under normal circumstances Brigham would have laughed. Of course she’s too much. He had been acting all manner of mental since she’d come in his life, and he couldn’t stop thinking about her—and wanting to touch her. Brigham shifted in an attempt to hide any evidence of his feelings. “It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”

“My intentions were clear from the start. I’m doing this for you and your family’s name. You will eventually find peace of mind, knowing opinions have changed.”

Perhaps asking people the world over to change their perception of his family was like asking God to appear—it simply wasn’t possible. He wished he didn’t care what others thought, but the truth was, he loved his family and missed them terribly.

“Tell me what to do, Brigham.”

His mind drifted to Scarlet. Her thick, wavy hair. Her eyes. How she smelled and felt beneath his fingers. How had he gone more than ten years alone? Now that he knew her, he didn’t think he’d ever be the same…and he hated that.

“You’re getting angry,” Todd said, pointing out the obvious.


“Why? What happened today that brought on such pain?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Brigham, you’re all mouth and no trousers when it comes to her.”

Brigham sat up and looked at Todd sitting with one leg was crossed over his thigh and his fingers steepled together. “You are the one who wanted me to blend in.”

“I did. But I also told you to take care. I shouldn’t have to remind you how eccentric you appear to her. Your mind and way of things aren’t what others understand.”

“And I suppose that’s my fault,” Brigham said, his temper getting the best of him. He was all too aware how his need for privacy appeared. It was he that feared people. But, it was necessary. He had to keep away. Moving on and seeking the tools to do so was never an option since he couldn’t explain his fears, not even to himself. And Todd was the only one who had simply accepted that—the only one that could, aside from Martha.

“No. Not your fault.”

Brigham lifted his head and saw the frown on Todd’s face. It softened his demeanor and made Brigham feel like a heel. “I’ve been…craving her.”

“Craving her?”

Brigham sighed.

“Tell me. How are you craving her, Brigham? In what context?”

Brigham frowned but admitted the truth, out loud, for the first time. “Sexually, I think.”



Teasers – Book 1

He_s what you Yanks call an introvert. Likes to keep to himself. Doesn_t go out much.”He_s what you Yanks call an introvert. Likes to keep to himself. Doesn_t go out much.” (1)teaser1


Playlist – Book 1 

Read All About It – Emeli Sande

Stay – Rihanna

Until It Hurts – Fransisca Hall

Fool In Love – Rihanna

Make It Rain – Ed Sheeran

Free Me – Sia

All You Never Say – Birdy

Numb – Max Jury

In My Veins – Andrew Belle

Heal – Tom Odell

You Don’t Know – Katelyn Tarver

Inner Demons – Julia Brennan


Character Casting

Sam Claflin (Brigham Ainsley) & Rachel Bilson (Scarlet White)


Tour Dates: July 17 – 21 


Tour hosted by: IndieSagePR

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Please share and help me spread the word. It’s appreciated more than you could ever know. Thanks again for all of you who’ve read my work from the start. You are amazing! And, as always, please, please, please, leave a review. For indie authors like myself, these matter.


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Posted by on June 21, 2017 in Uncategorized


Important! Must Read…


Update for those who’ve preodered “Heart of Ainsley”

Well, folks…Amazon has done it again–making an author upset and not satisfied. My release “Heart of Ainsley” (book 2 of Walls of Ainsley) is set to deliver to those of you who’ve preordered, May 30th. And you will be getting it in your kindles, all snug and cozy…However, I was given a certain amount of time to upload my final edited version, went to do it a day before it was due, and they’d already locked me out. Early! Needless to say, I was in an all out panic.

Long story short…you will not be getting the right manuscript…probably only a third of it, (honestly, I’m not sure) and a very, very rough draft that acted as a placeholder until I wanted to upload the actual file.

So, for this, I truly and deeply apologize.

Good news? Yes…after I panicked and calmed down enough to think straight, I contacted Amazon and told them how they’d done you and me a disservice. And, although they won’t let me upload the right manuscript right now, they are going to re-send my updated one a couple days after release date to you.

If you don’t receive it 3-5 days after May 30th, please, please, please, email me/contact me on social media and I will personally send it to you.

Thanks for your understanding.


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Posted by on May 27, 2017 in Uncategorized


Just 4 more days…

Just 4 more days…



You guys!!! I cannot tell you how happy I am to FINALLY release the sequel to Walls of Ainsley, my psychological, romantic thriller. If you cannot wait four days to get your hands on it, it’s available for preorder on Amazon.


Note from author:

I’ve been asked about my inspiration for the story of Brigham Ainsley and his family. To be honest, at first, it just came to me. I know I wanted to write a thriller and so I sat down, thought about it for a minute, and BAM…Brigham was born. I knew I wanted him to be mysterious, a bit awkward, different, a gentleman, but to be a product of the home he was raised in. And of course, he needed to be gorgeous 😉 Then the title needed to be born. I thought for sure I’d struggle. But it made sense. Walls of Ainsley (Book 1), walls has two meanings. One, the walls of the manor that kept Brigham inside and away from society, and two, the walls he kept up himself to shut people out. *I was told I had a “very imaginative mind” when book 1 was sent to an editor for an assessment, and hope that was a good thing…you tell me.

I’ve grown up with (what I would consider) extreme mental abuse and believe wholeheartedly that we are shaped by our experiences…but I also believe we have the power to shape our future. So, this story, although a bit out there, is for all those who’ve been through any sort of abuse. You were my muse. Keep fighting for you–you’re worth it.



At just fifteen years old, Brigham Ainsley was accused of the unthinkable—murdering his family along with the orphans in their care. He’d successfully stayed hidden in his family home for thirteen years…until Scarlet showed up, bringing along a friend who forced Brigham out from behind the walls that concealed him. Now he must deal with his past as he is thrown under the harsh scrutiny of society. He wanted to remember everything he’d done, but when the fog started to clear, he realized he should have stayed in the dark.

Scarlet is at a crossroads. Her future depends on the article she’d written about the Ainsley’s past. But to her dismay, her personal notes were sent to her publisher, and Brigham was discovered. The news of his existence spread like wildfire, and now the man she loves spends his days in a psychiatric hospital, awaiting trial. Scarlet believes he’s innocent. The man she met six months ago was kind, though peculiar. He couldn’t have committed such horrid crimes, could he? As Brigham and Scarlet are thrust into a new beginning, Scarlet starts to wonder if the reports are true and what it means for the two of them.




So, how about it? Does a somewhat dark and awkward, but sensitive man, have a place in your heart? Preorder now!!!





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“Sunset Flare” by Shannyn Leah

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Sunset Flare by, Shannyn Leah, is live!


SUNSET FLARE is one of Shannyn Leah’s most intriguing tales to date!” ~ Dii, Tometender


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Rich, Wild, Pampered. Mysterious, dark…dangerous







Read the first two chapters here:


Izzy Caliendo is a wild child. Born into a rich family, she uses her status as a pampered princess to avoid work, play the field and live her life the way she wants.

Until Gunner Mann comes along, anyway.

Gunner, hired by Izzy’s brother, Marc, to decode their grandfather’s secret files, is mysterious, dangerous and doesn’t bow down to Izzy’s wild ways.

When Marc traps these two in the basement together to finish the files, sparks start to fly. After Izzy finds out about her own file and is confronted with confusion about her past, she turns to Gunner for help. But Gunner is running from his own past and doesn’t want to involve anyone—especially a Caliendo woman. He is so close to freedom—how can he turn back now?

The more time he and Izzy spent together, however, makes it harder and harder for either of them to walk away. Will they simply finish the files and go their separate ways or will deceit, lies, and secrecy actually bring these two people from opposite worlds together?



Stolen canoe?

Gunner’s conclusion: this Caliendo was insane. But, hot damn, the woman sure knew how to kiss.

“They’re going to jump!” The shouts from the wound up troupe sounded closer, diminishing the distance between them.

Gunner took one last glance over his shoulder at the shadows cutting the path toward them. Izzy had left him no other alternative. He jumped.

The cool water swallowed him whole, dragging him into the pit of desolation where he’d once lived. For a brief moment, time stood still, pulling him into that darkening part of his life when he wouldn’t have bothered swimming to the surface, wouldn’t have wanted to, wouldn’t have cared if he never breathed a breath of fresh air again.

Surprisingly, he discovered, today wasn’t that time.

Gunner broke the water’s surface, sucking in the warm summer evening air, and appreciating what he’d once given up. Life. It had been so long since he’d felt alive. He would have enjoyed the moment more if camera flashes didn’t pull him back to reality.

“Over there!” Voices shouted. “I see them!”

Flashlights flickered between flashes, threatening the life he finally appreciated.

Izzy’s voice surfed the waves to him, exposing her hiding spot under a dock. Gunner swam across the wavy river, ducking under the short dock to join her. Hardly enough space allowed room for only their heads to bob above the water’s surface.

Gripping the docks edge with one hand, he scrubbed his free hand over his face, rubbing the water away from his eyes to focus on the dim lights from across the river. The beams hardly touched the middle of the river, so they were safe under the wood slats hiding them. The disappointed voices carried across the water until he heard them give up and head back to camp.

“That was close,” Izzy whispered, both hands also latched on the dock’s edge. Her heavy breathing changed into hysterical laughter. “That was the closest I’ve ever been to getting caught and I’ve been doing this since high school. Figures the first time I don’t bring Abby and I’m almost busted.”

“Doing what exactly?” He heard the hard edge of his tone and felt the tremor of fear pulse through his body. Living alone in the woods hadn’t brought on these levels of stress. He had felt safe there.

Sure, the alarm system around the perimeter helped ease his nerves and, when fear did grip his core, the camera system assured him no one was on the property.

One night out with this woman and his obituary picture had almost been snapped. He wanted—no needed—an explanation.

“I’ll explain when we’re out of the water.”

When one of her hands left the dock, he tightly gripped her wrist stopping her. “You’ll explain now,” he growled.

She shot a quick glance at where his fingers coiled around her wrist before replying. “Threats don’t scare me.” Strength and independence ruminated in her tone. “You want an explanation, try again.” Izzy tugged her hand, but he held the grip.

“Let’s get something straight, right now. I don’t do pictures.”

“You don’t do pictures?” He could hear the layer of mockery under the layers of her annoyance.

“No. You want to drag me on some stupid adventure that gives you some measly thrill in your spoiled life, don’t expect me to smile for a camera, understood?”

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t want you to come. I didn’t invite you. Stop blaming me because you didn’t get the facts before jumping into my canoe.”

“Your stolen canoe.”

“I planned to return it, not that any of this is any of your business.”

“Don’t push me, woman.”

“Push, push, push,” Izzy snickered. “Maybe you can boss around the women back home like this. Do this and don’t do that. Let’s have sex and then no sex. But I am not one of those women.”

Gunner couldn’t pinpoint what sparked his next move. The rush of the chase, remembering how her lips felt against his, or discovering his longing to stay under the surface of the water had vanished. Whatever the trigger, it launched him to pull Izzy close and continue kissing her where they’d left off. He felt alive—because of her—and, truthfully, he didn’t want the moment to end.

Her moistened lips reciprocated the kiss, encouraging him to advance his tongue past the seam of her lips. Dipping inside her mouth, he flavoured all the warm areas she offered. Hot and hard kisses stole the night. When her free arm snaked around his neck, he let go of her wrist, giving both arms access to firmly mold their wet bodies together. Her legs wrapped around his middle, bobbing in the water like one. He felt her long fingers dig through his hair, heard a moan ride up her throat when his hand moved under her shirt and as his flesh trailed her spine.

He hadn’t planned anything further than ravaging her mouth like high school kids hiding under the bleachers. Izzy pulled away first, looking damn sexy. Breathless, a glaze over her eyes, and strands of her damp hair clinging to her face. When her legs slid away, he wanted to gather them back up and own her mouth again. He might have, too, but before he knew what was happening, her open palm sent shocks of pain through his cheek.

“That wasn’t code for sex you…you…Italian goon,” she shouted at him.

Gunner cursed, flexing his jaw and rubbing his cheek. “I didn’t hear you complaining, popsicle.” His smart-alecky remark only further pissed her off.

“Consider this my complaint.”

“You were practically pulling my pants off.”

“You’re a pig.”

“When I’m this hot for you, your insults are a turn on.”

She shoved his chest before dunking under the water, and disappearing below the soft waves they’d made.

Gunner closed his eyes momentarily before following her, deeply inhaling and obtaining control over his body’s reaction to her touch. And not only her touch, but the way she made him feel…alive.



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Walls of Ainsley, S.J.Lynn

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