ground was a tangle of smooth trunked trees and brush, plants she didn't know the names of but ones she'd seen in movies and pictures her whole life. There were no islands close enough to take 8
Rock and Roll Fantasy
by Isabelle Drake
pictures of, but a couple of guys were reaching the top of the observation deck ladder. The first one had a red baseball cap on backwards with shaggy blond curls sticking out beneath it.
The one behind him had long black hair tied back, a row of silver hoop earrings, and a killer body that not even the baggy black T-shirt could hide. Both had tattoos colouring their arms and a rough and ready air circling their bodies.
Karrie's gaze lingered on the one with the tied-back hair.
She knew him from somewhere, didn't she?
Impossible. She didn't know any guys with that much ink.
Well, that wasn't true. As a physical therapist, she met all kinds of people. But she was sure she didn't know that guy from work. She had a lot of experience not thinking about the male clients she met at the office as men . And that guy was tapping into the animal part of her brain in a fast and familiar way.
The blond with the cap laughed, the husky sound coming over on the salty, humid wind as he pushed his friend into the waist-high rail circling the top of the open-air deck. After that, the two took turns shoving each other, each pretending to throw the other over the edge. Hands and elbows flew, punctuated by male laughter. The blond's shirt got pulled over his head, exposing his thick, muscular back. But it was the dark-haired one Karrie couldn't stop looking at. The fluid motion of his long arms and the powerful way his hips jerked when he moved struck a chord deep inside Karrie's core.
After the way things ended with her ex Marc—her figuring out he was just using her to get hired by one of the companies that sold products to the spa where she worked—
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Rock and Roll Fantasy
by Isabelle Drake
she'd given up on guys. She'd written them off completely, even going so far as to delete a couple of dozen from her phone. She didn't need the frustration and disappointment.
Then again, apparently only her brain had, because her body was starting to simmer with heat that wasn't coming from the glaring morning sun.
A gust of wind curled up from the water, flattening the dark-haired one's shirt to his chest, the hem sliding up to show off his lean abs. Could tough, hard and edgy be beautiful? If it could, this guy was the poster model. He was definitely the kind of guy Moms told their daughters to stay away from. And he was also definitely the kind of guy Karrie had been into back in high school and college. Not that she'd done much about it, but she'd had her share of fantasies.
Shit . The guy caught Karrie staring. He grinned, his white teeth solid and straight beneath soft lips. She pulled her gaze away and turned her shoulders. She stared out at the churning, endless water, which suddenly didn't look nearly as exotic and exciting. Her mind kept picturing the men behind her. Hot, sexy and sinful.
She'd thought the same things about Marc once.
Sure, looking back now, she could see Marc wasn't great at all. She'd written his self-absorbed attitude off, thinking he constantly talked about himself because he was trying to get a job. At the time, she'd thought he was that way because he was goal-oriented and mature. But now she realised that's just how he was—more concerned with how he looked and what people thought of him than how he treated others.
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Really, she was better off without him. How ridiculous that Amy and Rochelle had to twist her arm into coming away for the weekend. Now she was away from home, she could see they were right. Her life had definitely been in a slump since she'd figured out what was going on with Marc and consequently dumped him. So what was holding her back from getting on with her life?
The male laughter continued behind her, but
Rock and Roll Fantasy
by Isabelle Drake
pictures of, but a couple of guys were reaching the top of the observation deck ladder. The first one had a red baseball cap on backwards with shaggy blond curls sticking out beneath it.
The one behind him had long black hair tied back, a row of silver hoop earrings, and a killer body that not even the baggy black T-shirt could hide. Both had tattoos colouring their arms and a rough and ready air circling their bodies.
Karrie's gaze lingered on the one with the tied-back hair.
She knew him from somewhere, didn't she?
Impossible. She didn't know any guys with that much ink.
Well, that wasn't true. As a physical therapist, she met all kinds of people. But she was sure she didn't know that guy from work. She had a lot of experience not thinking about the male clients she met at the office as men . And that guy was tapping into the animal part of her brain in a fast and familiar way.
The blond with the cap laughed, the husky sound coming over on the salty, humid wind as he pushed his friend into the waist-high rail circling the top of the open-air deck. After that, the two took turns shoving each other, each pretending to throw the other over the edge. Hands and elbows flew, punctuated by male laughter. The blond's shirt got pulled over his head, exposing his thick, muscular back. But it was the dark-haired one Karrie couldn't stop looking at. The fluid motion of his long arms and the powerful way his hips jerked when he moved struck a chord deep inside Karrie's core.
After the way things ended with her ex Marc—her figuring out he was just using her to get hired by one of the companies that sold products to the spa where she worked—
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Rock and Roll Fantasy
by Isabelle Drake
she'd given up on guys. She'd written them off completely, even going so far as to delete a couple of dozen from her phone. She didn't need the frustration and disappointment.
Then again, apparently only her brain had, because her body was starting to simmer with heat that wasn't coming from the glaring morning sun.
A gust of wind curled up from the water, flattening the dark-haired one's shirt to his chest, the hem sliding up to show off his lean abs. Could tough, hard and edgy be beautiful? If it could, this guy was the poster model. He was definitely the kind of guy Moms told their daughters to stay away from. And he was also definitely the kind of guy Karrie had been into back in high school and college. Not that she'd done much about it, but she'd had her share of fantasies.
Shit . The guy caught Karrie staring. He grinned, his white teeth solid and straight beneath soft lips. She pulled her gaze away and turned her shoulders. She stared out at the churning, endless water, which suddenly didn't look nearly as exotic and exciting. Her mind kept picturing the men behind her. Hot, sexy and sinful.
She'd thought the same things about Marc once.
Sure, looking back now, she could see Marc wasn't great at all. She'd written his self-absorbed attitude off, thinking he constantly talked about himself because he was trying to get a job. At the time, she'd thought he was that way because he was goal-oriented and mature. But now she realised that's just how he was—more concerned with how he looked and what people thought of him than how he treated others.
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Rock and Roll Fantasy
by Isabelle Drake
Really, she was better off without him. How ridiculous that Amy and Rochelle had to twist her arm into coming away for the weekend. Now she was away from home, she could see they were right. Her life had definitely been in a slump since she'd figured out what was going on with Marc and consequently dumped him. So what was holding her back from getting on with her life?
The male laughter continued behind her, but
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