This is a standalone, full-length novel.
*** THE FORECAST IS SCORCHING! So if heat isn’t your cuppa… use caution! ***
FIVE 🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩 hats from Britt!
Oh holy sweet goodness this book stole my heart! The level of sweet is off the charts in Catching Callie and I couldn’t get enough of it! I’m always looking to find a book that has that extra bit of sweet swoony perfection that steals my heart and I found it with this one. Seriously this book contains the ultimate swoony hero! Look no further, the ruler of all things swoon resides here in Catching Callie and his name is Gabe.
This man had me positively melting at how sweet, how romantic, how *happy sigh* everything he is. He fell fast and he fell hard and it was a thing of beauty to read. His worst day ever turns into the day his world changes in the best way when he crashes, quite literally, into Callie’s life. Then there’s Callie who, while I’m still incredibly jealous of her, is pretty dang awesome herself. Even being young she’s more responsible than most people twice her age. With a huge selfless heart she looks out for everyone she loves and the people she loves, she loves them fiercely.
Willing to sacrifice her happiness for any one of the people she holds dear there were moments my heart just shattered for her even with the sweetness that is her and Gabe’s love. Their story is what romance is all about and reminded why I love this genre so much.
directions. There’s no one else here. But then out in the water, under a beam
of blinding moonlight, a dark head bobs.
Looking back down, I grin recognizing the gray hoodie.
eyes. The fragrance industry sure knows what they’re about. My hormones are
driving the bus, and I’m tempted to strip my clothes off and ride that pony
swimming in the moonlight.
and towards the dunes covered in shadows.
doesn’t stand a chance.
His clothes acting as a barricade saves my face from sand scrapes.
planted in the sand on either side of my body.
by this handsome stranger—until—it dawns on me he’s naked as the day he was
born. Something hard rocks into the cradle between my hips causing me to gasp
as he shifts his weight.
get up. “Fuck it. I’m not sorry.” He rolls back on top of me, tracing a finger
over my stunned, parted lips. “I made a wish on a star tonight. Haven’t done
that since I was ten. And here you are, showing up here like a thief in the
moonlight. Technically, you are a thief. Maybe I should call the cops on you,
to stop it.
head lowers a breath from mine. “Thank you for turning the shittiest day I ever
had, into the best one,” he murmurs capturing my lips.
hips and invite him inside.
tongue boldly comes out to play with mine. “But you won’t be needing this.”
With a smirk, he unclasps the buckle to my fanny pack tossing it next to my
sneakers that dropped when he caught me. His lips never leave mine. He does
this so smoothly and skillfully as if seduction is his profession.
Dornan can kiss like this.
hungrily kiss him back.
hiss at the spot on my ribs where the pavement scraped me.
ribcage up to my breasts. He unclasps the front snap bra I put on, and my
breasts spring free from confinement.
with his wet tongue, licking and sucking them.
closer to his hungry mouth. The large palm on his other hand presses my breasts
together so that he can suck both nipples at the same time.
cupping my sex hard.
it’s been struck by a live wire.
disoriented by his mad voodoo make out skills.
it as he catches me dropping my eyes.
head on the concrete.
thick as fuck.
almost killed me about his dick size?
my legs, “last time I was out here with a naked guy behind the dunes it didn’t
sand is not as hot as you’d think.”
would catch fire.”
is just as fine as the rest of him. Every muscle is cut, lines delineating each
don’t need to chase you when we have a habit of running into one another.”
and a room full of books. She’s horribly shy, never misses a UFC Fight, and has
a horrible addiction to sushi and banana peppers (maybe even eating them
long-standing dream of Claire’s to travel to Australia where she hopes to
find a hot rugby player to sweep her off her feet and romance her on Bondi
Beach while petting koala’s and drinking champagne at midnight. (this
might be her next book)
Until then, she’ll have to write her perfect man on paper
while waiting for him to magically appear.
You never know, stranger things have happened.