It’s just supposed to be a weekend fling. . . .
“Stacey Lynn always knows how to perfectly balance sexy and sweet.”—New York Times bestselling author Lauren Layne
Weekend Fling, an all-new contemporary romance from Stacey Lynn is available now!
Fresh out of a long-term relationship, Willow Parks is working two jobs and caring for her mother, whose husband left her with nothing but a pile of bills. That’s why Willow made a vow: no men until she figures out her own life.
But while she may not need a man, she could use a break. And a weekend away at a California beach to clear her head? That’s appealing. Even if the offer comes from Trey Collins, the irresistible tech-mogul millionaire who visits her coffee shop every morning like clockwork—and needs a date for his best friend’s wedding. With an adorable, occasional stutter, he refuses to take no for an answer.
Once the weekend begins, Trey is intent on proving how good they can be together. Willow’s even feeling tempted to break her vow—until reality rudely interrupts her well-deserved getaway. There’s no way she and Trey have a future, not with the colossal amount of baggage Willow has to offer.
But Trey is used to getting what he wants. He just has his work cut out for him convincing her that they want the same thing.
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“What’s your favorite color?” She tilts her head to the side and winks.
Damn, she’s cute.
She snorts. “Typical male color.”
Anything but. “You were wearing navy-blue Converse sneakers with frayed denim jeans the first time I stepped into Java Joe’s and saw you.”
Screw waiting for tomorrow. Operation seduce-the-sexy-barista begins now.
I’ve surprised her, based on the way her jaw unhinges and her pretty blue eyes fly open. It’s time she realizes how long I’ve really wanted to ask her out. I scoot forward on my chair as she stammers, those cheeks of hers burning bright, and I place my hand at her jaw. It’s the first time we’ve truly touched, other than some minor hand-holding, and I’m stunned by the softness of her skin where my hand brushes her chin, and she closes her mouth with a snap.
I’m not generally a lay-your-cards-on-the-table kind of guy, preferring to keep them close to my vest with those I don’t know well. In my line of work, secrecy is absolute. Anyone can steal an idea, and it’s easier to keep anything personal to the few people I trust. But it might be time to throw all those cards down, faceup, if I want a chance with this woman.
“I like you, Willow. I was attracted to you the first time I walked into Java Joe’s. I like that you ignore me, but you blush as you look away. I like that you stood up to me when I put my foot in my mouth, and I even like that you’re scared of small planes and the ocean—”
“I’m not afraid—”
“I also think you’re beautiful and sexy as hell, heavy baggage and stubbornness included. You need to know all that this weekend, because I plan on spending the next few days showing you exactly how much I mean it.”
My thumb trails over her lips as they part. Soft. So damn soft. My dick is currently anything but.
“You’re very forward.”
I lean closer, my hand at her jaw sliding to the back of her neck to pull her close. She comes easily, lips parting further, as I get so close to her. My lips are at her ear, that hit of her jaw, her cheeks . . . “I’m very turned on by you, Willow Parks, and I’m not a man who passes on an opportunity when it’s quite literally almost in my lap. I’m more of a seize-and-conquer kind of man, but you’ll learn that. I promise.”
Her body shivers and her puff of breath against my skin turns shallow. I’ve turned her on and I’m hard as a rock. Brushing my lips across her cheek, I kiss her, tease, taking the hint of the promise of her sweetness with me and swallowing it down before I lean back. “We should go to sleep. You have an early morning.”
I am pleasantly surprised with this story, both with content and execution.
Okay, so this book wasn’t just a romance fiction fluff read. There was meat to this story LOL I don’t want to use the word angst because that word tends to depict tragedy and heartbreak, and this wasn’t that. It was more like #RealTalk life issues that we sometimes don’t see in romance fiction, but they are real. So that’s what I mean when I say that I was pleasantly surprised.
This was overall, a very fun and flirty semi-short read. I was done reading before I even knew what was happening LOL I enjoyed the heck out of Trey!
I’ve been a bit sporadic with my reads by Stacey Lynn in the past, but I think it’s time to put her in the front of the line. Well done!
Ok I’m not sure what I’m feeling right now. I could identify with Willow on so many counts that it was scary. My heart was breaking with how much life was beating her down and I loved Trey for trying his hardest to make her life a bit easier. The banter at times made me cry ugly tears but mostly it had me smiling especial when he was willing to do just about anything to help her and to keep her in his life.
Truly beautiful story about how much one can take before it gets ( HOPEFULLY) better.
***Review copy requested and reviewed on behalf of OMGReads Blog***
About the Author
Stacey Lynn likes her coffee with a dash of sugar, her heroes with a side of bossy, and her wine a deep shade of red.
The author of over thirty romance novels, many of which have been best-selling titles on Amazon, AppleBooks, and Barnes & Noble, she loves being able to turn her vivid imagination into a career that brings entertainment and joy to her readers. Focused on sports romance and emotional, small-town romance, she also loves stretching herself in different genres.
Born in Texas and raised in the Midwest, she now makes her home in North Carolina and loves all things Southern. Together with her ultimate tall, dark, and handsome hero, she has four children. Her life is a chaotic mess that fights with her Type-A, list-making, neurotically organized preferences and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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