Sizzling, short-term sex, or a long-term relationship? Hot-blooded Lucy has one night with a sexy stranger to decide.
When Lucy is accidentally locked inside an exotic Mexican resort’s food storage room with Jake, a compelling stranger, she sets aside her dreams of marriage for short-term pleasure.
Jake never expected to find himself trapped with an alluring blonde. How lucky can a guy get?
But when they are finally set free, will Lucy and Jake go their separate ways, or will they decide to turn their one-storage-room stand into a real relationship?
General Release Date: 18th June 2019
Behind Lucy, the heavy door slammed shut with a loud bang. She whirled, but too late. The folding chair that had propped it open had blown aside. She should have realized that the gusty hurricane winds, just beginning to howl around the popular Mexican resort, would sweep it away like a child’s toy.
Lucy lunged, and grabbed the door’s commercial handle. Of course, it rattled but wouldn’t budge. Her heart hammered.
“Oh no, no, nooooo,” she wailed. She’d only wanted to pilfer some fresh fruit from the hotel’s small food storage building and take it back to her room where she could ride out the storm in comfort.
Instead, she was trapped, jailed here in this damnable structure.
With both hands, she shook the handle for another ineffectual ten seconds. Because of the weather, the hotel’s electrical grid was performing imperfectly and currently on the fritz. The storage room, a separate small building behind the hotel, featured high ceilings, an industrial refrigerator and shelving filled with bagged and canned goods. Inside, the light was faint and the humidity high.
Perspiration bloomed on her upper lip. Low barometric pressure made the air sultry, even sticky.
Lucy pawed at her waist where she normally carried a side-body handbag, but found nothing. When she’d left her hotel room, she’d taken only her key card. No purse. No cell phone.
Outside, the wind churned around the outbuilding. “Help,” she shouted, again shaking the handle. How she hated violent weather. After a frightening childhood incident during a bad storm, this kind of lashing wind, lightning and booming thunder always made her jittery. “Help!”
“Tell me,” a deep voice said from the back of the room, “that door doesn’t lock from the outside.”
Startled, Lucy jumped. She spun around to face a man who’d apparently been obscured behind a set of tall wine racks. When I snuck inside, I didn’t see him.
I’m not alone was her second thought.
Her third, I’m locked in with a strange man.
She gulped. He was big, at least six foot two, dark haired, with arched eyebrows and a strong jaw. Like her, he was in his late twenties, perhaps early thirties. He wore typical American vacation attire—a faded T-shirt, patterned board shorts and flip-flops.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
“I’m Jake.” He came forward, a wine bottle in each hand. He looked her up and down, taking in her short, flowered sundress and bare arms and legs. Placing one bottle underneath his arm, he tried the door, testing its sturdy lock. With his shoulder, he even gave it a mighty shove.
The door bowed. It clanked. It held fast.
No luck.
Finally, he faced her. “We’re stuck but good. So, sugar, who are you?”
Dorsey lives in sunny Southern California and enjoys tennis, walking her dog on the beach, and dreaming up new romantic tales. Will these stories lead her down a sexy, rose garden path, or on the road to thrilling danger?
Or both?
Nothing makes her happier than spending time with her three daughters, or planning elaborate parties: birthdays, weddings, showers, it makes no difference. If she hadn’t been drawn to the romance industry, she might have become an event planner. She also writes under the pseudonym Dorsey Kelley.
You can find out more about Dorsey at her website here
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