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Title: Undeniably You
Author: Jewel E. Ann
Release Date: August 18th, 2014
About Undeniably You
One crazy dog––one awkward vet––one naked pool guy––and one life-changing month in California to make friends, fall in love, and twist fate.
Who gets paid to walk a dog and recline by the pool all day? Sydney Montgomery, aspiring museum curator and professional house-sitter, that’s who.
When her aunt and uncle need a house and dog sitter for thirty days in Palo Alto, Sydney can’t turn down the chance to be closer to her sister in L.A. Within twenty-four hours of her arrival, Sydney’s cleaning up runny dog poo, taking an uncooperative pooch to a handsome yet awkward vet, and being rescued from the bottom of the pool by a naked “pool guy.”
Lautner, “pool guy,” has a hot body and a cool persona. With eyes of iridescent blue oceans, he is mesmerizing, sexy, and addictive. What he is not––the pool guy.
Dr. Lautner Sullivan is a college wide receiver turned pediatric resident. He knows how to woo a woman with flowers, pastries, and sweet tea. Lautner is every girl’s dream, but Sydney is not every girl. She’s immune to rainbows, fairytales, pixy dust, and the “L” word.
The attraction is immediate, the friendship is earned, and the love is undeniable. Thirty days is their forever, but forever is not long enough.
Excerpt
I
pour a glass of iced tea and start to walk toward the deck. Then I turn around
and pour another glass. “Hospitality is a good thing,” I tell myself, needing
only to convince the rational part of my brain.
“Tea?”
I offer, walking over to the pool.
Aaron
sets the skimmer net along the side of the pool.
“Thank
you.” The smirk on his face is suspicious and makes me feel like I’m missing
some inside joke. He takes the glass from me and I move past him to get a
closer look at the pool because I can’t look at him without his shirt and not
break into a sweat.
“What
are you skimming?”
“Nothing
really. I’m stirring the water,” he says matter-of-factly.
This
guy is not for real. What does he mean by “stirring the water?” He’s up to
something. It’s obvious why Aunt Elizabeth hired him. She must properly clean
the pool after he leaves so Trevor doesn’t get suspicious and fire his ass … a
very fine ass I will confess.
“And
why is it you need to stir the water?” I turn toward him and my eyes dart
straight to his broad muscular chest and well-defined abs all kissed by the
sun. Jeez, he’s too perfect and I’m … something. Distracted? Mentally
lethargic? Crazy? Horny? BINGO!
“So
there’s an even consistency of chemicals when I test the water.”
My
mouth is agape and I cannot stop looking at him. He bends down to physically
capture my attention. Shit! I show no shame staring at his bare chest.
“Hello?”
he says, forcing my eyes back to his.
Shaking
the inappropriate thoughts from my head, I take a quick sip of my drink to mask
my embarrassment.
“Do
I need to put my shirt back on?”
I
choke on my tea. “No––” I can’t stop coughing. “I mean––” Clearing my throat, I
notice his cocky smile. “Put your shirt on or leave it off. Why would I care?”
God,
Sydney, could you be a bigger disaster today? The flap of the dog door
distracts me. Swarley leaps down the deck stairs. Aaron hunches down like a
lineman in anticipation of his overzealous greeting. The problem is, as Swarley
races closer I realize he’s not aiming for Aaron. He’s aiming for––
“Oh
shit!” I’m catapulted backwards into the pool.
My
body makes its descent to the bottom while I open my eyes to see the blurry
magnification of Mr. Sex on Legs pool guy standing at the edge looking down at
me. I’m considering seeing how long I can hold my breath. Maybe he’ll decide to
leave and I can surface from the depths of my own personal Hell without an
audience.
Yes!
That’s it. I can do this.
I
still hold many records from my high school swimming career. Holding my breath
until he leaves should be easy. Unless he decides to be heroic and jumps in to
save me. Not a bad scenario either. Then at least we’ll both be drenched in our
clothes.
Like
a leaky raft, I release my breath one bubble at a time and take a seat at the
bottom of the pool. Ha! He’s emptying his pockets. Looks like I won’t be the
only drowned rat. Wait. What the hell? No he’s not. Oh dear God, yes he is. Sex
on legs dives into the pool, sans shorts and underwear! The two haunting notes
from Jaws sound in my head while I scramble to the surface in the opposite
direction, desperate to get away from him.
The
sweet relief of air filling my lungs is squashed by the anxiety of being chased
by a naked stranger.
“Oh
my God! What are you doing?” A frantic yell breaks out with the remaining
breath in my lungs while I swim toward the ladder, barely escaping him. I leap
out of the pool with superhuman speed. Wrapping my arms around myself, I
scramble to the pool house, my heart racing and my whole body shaking as I
fumble for a towel.
“The
water feels great today.” His voice sounds behind me.
I
whip around and gasp, wide eyed. A wet, naked, sinful-as-a-hot-fudge-sundae
body greets me a few feet away. Hands fisted, his arms are casually crossed at
his wrists covering part of his junk in the front. The perfect cover to Sports
Illustrated stands before me, and all I want to do is smack him across the face
to wipe the stupid smirk off it. Then, of course, I want to jump him and rub
every sensitive part of my body against his, because right now I’m so pissed
and so turned on, I need to dive into the pool again before I self-combust.
“Finish
up and get out,” I mumble as I toss him a towel and stomp toward the house. On
my way, I pass Swarley beached out in a lounge chair by the pool.
“Evil
demon dog!” I scowl at him.
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