Bayside Desires
Bayside Summers Book 1
By Melissa Foster
Genre: Contemporary Standalone Romance
Fall in
love at Bayside, where sandy beaches, good friends, and true love come together
in the sweet small towns of Cape Cod.
BAYSIDE
SUMMERS is a series of standalone steamy romance novels featuring alpha male
heroes and sexy, empowered women. They're fun, flirty, flawed, deeply
emotional, always passionate, and easy to relate to.
"With
her wonderful characters and resonating emotions, Melissa Foster is a must-read
author!" -NYT Bestseller Julie
Kenner
"Melissa
Foster is synonymous with sexy, swoony, heartfelt romance!" -NYT Bestseller Lauren Blakely
In
Bayside Desires...
As the
co-owner of Bayside Resorts, Rick Savage has a fabulous job working with his
best friends and brother, and a thriving business in Washington, DC, which
he’ll be returning to at the end of the summer. Spending time with his family
is great, but being back on Cape Cod has unearthed painful memories. When
sweet, smart, and overly cautious Desiree Cleary moves in next door, Rick is
drawn to the sexy preschool teacher, and she just might prove to be the perfect
distraction.
Running
an art gallery was not in preschool teacher Desiree Cleary’s plans, but after
being tricked into coming to her impetuous, unreliable mother’s aid, she’s
stuck spending the summer with the badass half sister she barely knows and a
misbehaving dog. If that’s not frustrating enough, she can’t escape the sparks
igniting with her strikingly handsome and pushy neighbor, Rick, who makes all
her warning bells go off.
Passion
ignites as Desiree and Rick spend long summer nights sharing heartfelt
confessions and steamy kisses. For the first time in years Rick is enjoying
life again instead of hiding behind mounds of work miles away from his family.
Desiree has touched him in a way that makes him want to slow down. Only slowing
down means dealing with his demons, and he isn’t sure who he’ll be when he
comes out the other side.
All Bayside
books can be read as standalone novels or as part of the series:
Coming
Soon...
Bayside
Passions
Bayside
Heat
Bayside
Escape
Bayside
Summers is part of the Love in Bloom romance collection by New York Times &
USA Today bestselling and award-winning author Melissa Foster. While each book
may be read as a standalone, you might enjoy reading the entire Love in Bloom
series. Characters from each sub-series appear in future books. Visit Melissa's
website for family trees, series checklists, and more.
Oh shit. Rick
Savage beached his craft, threw his life vest onto the sand, and ran after the
woman he’d soaked. He’d been so captivated by the curvaceous blonde that when
she’d started to leave, his first instinct had been to stop her. He’d clearly
lost his mind. He knew better than to come that close to the jetty or to
fishtail near people.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, jogging over as she stepped off the
rocks and onto the beach.
She turned, mouth gaping, strands of wet hair stuck to her
cheeks, forehead, and shoulders. The most beautiful green eyes stared back at
him in shock and horror. He felt like a total ass.
“I’m sorry. I saw you watching me, and—” There was absolutely no
excuse for what he’d done, so he went with the truth, no matter how bad it
sounded. “I wanted to meet you before you took off.”
“I wasn’t watching you.” Her eyes darted around them, as if
someone else might hear her lying.
He cocked a brow.
“Okay, maybe I was for a second. But you were stalking me.” She swiped at her sundress, which
clung to her incredibly sexy body like a second skin.
He tried not to leer, but damn…
Forcing his eyes up, he said, “I wasn’t stalking you—”
Her deadpan stare stopped him from telling his own lie.
“Okay, fine,” he said with a laugh. “I was. You caught me. I’m
sorry.”
“Does this usually work for you? Drenching unsuspecting women?”
she said with a hint of annoyance, and a smile, as she shook the water from her
arms. “Not that I’m an expert on being hit on, but it doesn’t seem like the
best way to go about it.”
“I’m
sure you get hit on all the time, but this wasn’t planned. It was a stupid
mistake. It’s actually illegal to go that fast near the jetty, so you can have
me arrested if you’d like. I wasn’t thinking. I was—”
She
arched a brow, a slight smirk playing across her beautiful face as she tossed
his mannerism right back at him.
He felt
himself smiling. Man, this woman was as sweet as she was spunky. “What can I
say? If you weren’t so hot…”
“So,
it’s my fault?” She rolled her eyes. “You
really do kind of suck at picking up women.”
The
caveman in him grunted, and he squared his shoulders. “I don’t suck at it. I’m
actually really good at it. A pro. A master. A champion.”
She
laughed. “Sorry, but…” She waved at her wet clothes. “Evidence proves
otherwise.”
And I’m
about to prove that evidence wrong. “Let me buy you a sweatshirt and something warm to drink at
Mac’s so you don’t freeze.” Mac’s was a walk-up restaurant by the Wellfleet
Pier, a five-minute drive by car. Less by Jet Ski.
Her
eyes rolled over his face, as if she were considering it. He’d never had
anything close to a poker face, which meant she saw his remorse and his attraction. At six two, two
thirty, he was a big dude, and he kept in prime shape with running and water
sports. He was used to women ogling him and practically doing cartwheels to get
his attention. She drew in a deep breath, her eyes dropping to his bare chest,
and she bit her plump lower lip. “Sexy” didn’t begin to describe the dichotomy
of sweet and sultry this woman possessed. But she wasn’t doing cartwheels. In
fact, those hungry eyes shifted away from him.
“It’s
okay,” she said. “I was getting ready to leave anyway.”
She was
blowing him off? There was no way he was letting her leave without doing
something to make up for this debacle. Okay, maybe he also wanted to strip away
those wet clothes and warm her up. But that was beside the point.
“Are
you staying at a cottage on the beach? I can give you a ride on my Jet Ski.”
“As
tempting as that sounds, since I’ve never been on one, I have my car.” She
pointed to the parking lot with the hand that held her phone, and her smile
faded. “Oh, shoot. My
phone got wet.”
“I can
take care of that.” He took it from her and wiped it on his shorts. She watched his hands,
his biceps, his pecs, his shorts, with laser focus. His fish wasn’t off the
line yet. “It should be okay now. Want me to put my number in your contacts? In
case you change your mind about that drink?”
That
brought a curious smile. He noticed the cutest dimple beside her mouth when she
smiled. “Does that usually work?”
“No
idea. I haven’t had to use that line before.”
He
stepped closer, unable to resist brushing a lock of hair that was stuck to her
cheek away from her face so he could see her better. Their eyes connected, and
the temperature spiked. She must have felt it, too, because she was licking her
lips like a hungry tigress. In the next breath, her eyes darted nervously
around the beach. Christ, now she looked sweet and innocent. How did she do
that in the blink of an eye? Rick was only at the Cape for a few more weeks,
working on renovations at the resort before returning to his real life, and design-build business, in
Washington, DC. The thoughts running through his mind were not sweet and innocent. He should let his
apology ride, get on his Jet Ski, and drive away. But she had his rapt
attention, and he was unable to walk away.
“You
don’t have to use my number,” he said. “But you never know. Maybe when you’re
lying in bed tonight, unable to stop thinking about me, you’ll wish you had
it.”
Her
cheeks flushed, and those sparkling green eyes moved over his face and down his
chest again, lingering long enough to send a stroke of heat to his core.
“Why
not?” she said, surprising the hell out of him. “Go ahead and put your number
in my phone…?”
“Rick.”
He entered his contact information and handed it back, curling his fingers over
hers and holding them for a beat.
Her
eyes flicked up, dark and alluring. “I’m Desiree,” she said a little
breathlessly.
Oh
yeah, you feel it, too.
January 10, 2018
Fall in
love at Bayside, where sandy beaches, good friends, and true love come together
in the sweet small towns of Cape Cod.
BAYSIDE
SUMMERS is a series of standalone steamy romance novels featuring alpha male
heroes and sexy, empowered women. They're fun, flirty, flawed, deeply
emotional, always passionate, and easy to relate to. And of course, you'll see
cameos from the Seaside Summers characters!
"With
her wonderful characters and resonating emotions, Melissa Foster is a must-read
author!" -NYT Bestseller Julie Kenner
"Melissa
Foster is synonymous with sexy, swoony, heartfelt romance!" -NYT
Bestseller Lauren Blakely
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tuned for full book description.
Melissa Foster
is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and
award-winning author. She
writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance (M/F, M/M,
F/F), romantic suspense, thrillers, and historical fiction with emotionally
compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page.
Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented.
Her books have been recommended by USA Today's book blog, Hagerstown Magazine,
The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café.
Melissa has
painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in
Washington, DC. Her interests include her family, reading, writing, painting,
friends, helping others see the positive side of life, and visiting Cape Cod.
Melissa is
available to chat with book clubs and welcomes comments and emails from her
readers. Visit Melissa on Facebook or her personal website.
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