Trapped In Temptation #4 (BBW Alpha Billionaire Romance)

By Mac Flynn

Sandy Duncan expects a nice, quiet vacation down at the beach. What she finds is trouble, and lots of it, but a handsome man offers to help her through her ordeals. She distrusts his intentions, but his warm heart and body tempt her to accept his offer. Their icy relationship melts to steam as he shows her how to live, and love, on the beach.

** Trapped In Temptation #4 is a stand alone, steamy romance with no cliffhanger. **

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mac Flynn
• Release date: Nov 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311953049

Mac Flynn

A seductress of sensual words and a lover of paranormal plots, Flynn enjoys writing thrilling paranormal stories filled with naughty fun and hilarious hijinks. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. From long adventure novels to tasty little short-story treats, there's a size and adventure for everyone.Want to know when her next series comes out? Join The Flynn newsletter and be the first to know! macflynn.com/newsletter/Also check out her website at macflynn.com for listings and excerpts of all of her books!

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1

There was the sand, surf, and the sensual feeling of the warm wind on my bare skin. Above me sat my handsome lover. He smiled and his teasing hand slid up my naked thigh. I groaned and leaned into his touch. His flesh against mine ignited a hot fire of lust inside me. Only he could quench the flames of my desire. If only he would take me and make me his. I would succumb to his soft touches, his sweet kisses, his burning eyes. Everything about him made me squirm and moan.

He chuckled and his fingers toyed with my thong. Do you want more? he whispered to me.

Yes. . . I murmured.

One teaspoon or two?

I blinked at my lover, and suddenly it wasn’t my lover. In his place was a man of about fifty with leathery skin and an impatient scowl. Gone, too, was my laying on the sandy beach. I stood on a boardwalk within spitting distance of the white sands of a long, crowded beach. People walked to and fro, aware of the low sun in the eastern sky. The slim women showed off their fit forms and the young men sported swimming trunks and well-muscled bodies.

I wasn’t fit, nor was I quite prepared for the beach. Only an hour before I’d gotten off my plane and into this small, hot paradise. This was my vacation, and I started it by going to the first iced tea stand I could find.

One teaspoon of sugar or two? he persisted.

Oh, um, two, please, I replied. My lustful mind had wandered into erotic territory while waiting for my order. I blamed it on handsome men and the hot sun above me. How far is it to the Lobster Bungalows? I asked the iced tea stand vendor.

He nodded to the area over my left shoulder as he plopped in a couple more bits of sugar. That way and about a mile along the beach. Can’t miss ‘em, or the check-in office. They’re colored red like an uncooked lobster. He looked me over as I handed me the drink and I handed him my card. You staying there long?

For a week, I told him.

He raised an eyebrow and leaned over the long, narrow counter between us. Those bungalows aren’t cheap, he warned me.

I smiled and nodded. I know. I saved up for a whole year to get one of them.

Well, hope you have a fun time, he returned.

I hitched up my backpack that contained my earthly belongings and nodded. Thanks. I hope I do, too.

With my drink in hand I veered away from the vendor stand and faced the beach and the direction of my home-away-from-home. A winding path of weathered old boards wound along the top of the beach. I noticed most people avoided the boards and