Hi, book buddies ☺ I am so happy to share with you this pretty, passionate, provocative yet beautiful summer romance. Let's get wet!
MY OPINION
What a way to get wet! This pool boy is a man in all the right sense. Troy is burning-hot temptation, a summer fantasy served on a sinful platter, and the perfect antidote to a bleak mood. Bad day? Try the pool boy for all kinds of healthy benefits. Body fitness, heat in the right places, and plenty of swoony feelings so you'll never run out of dreamy material.
I started the book for the hot promise and the good writer behind the sultry words. I stayed in a stupor of passion and romance until the very last note of this beautiful story.
Troy is a dream come true when he shows up at Erika's home to tend to her swimming pool only to engage in an unexpected game of cat and mouse with naked surprises, forbidden gasps, and dangerous lust. Favourite hot scene of the year!
The excitement never dwindles. It may stem from rule-breaking desire, but it develops into an ardent age-gap relationship where the older woman reclaims her self-worth and the young man fulfills so many dreams. I loved that her job matches his talent and opens up a path that redeems both their lives.
I really enjoyed his good nature as much as his looks and that he feels more for her than she had imagined. There's room for these characters to reach for their dreams, to learn from their mistakes, and to fall in love in the most natural, sensual, deep, meaningful way.
I loved the author’s descriptions of the characters' talents as they weave their magic over each other or other people. It's a very good romance about finding the right person no matter the differences and pursuing your innermost desires. And the hot scenes really strike a match and burn ;-). Enjoy!
You're going to get wet...
The Pool Boy by Nikki Sloane is now live!
Nothing says happy birthday like catching your husband in a compromising position with his boss.
His male boss.
Why, hello, midlife crisis. I'm starting over, but this time I'm doing it right. Or at least I'm doing what I want.
Taking the day off from work to hang out poolside? Yup. Do I leave the swimsuit in my house? Sure.
Does my very hot, twenty-something pool boy happen to catch me naked? Oh, yeah, he does. And he likes what he sees... a lot.
My best friend keeps telling me to have a fling and get back out there. But I'm not so sure she meant for me to do it with her son.
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ENJOY AN EXCERPT
Troy Osbourne came once a week to service both my pool and the freestanding spa. I’d hired him last year to handle closing and covering the pool for the winter, then reopening it for me last month, and his weekly visits that followed had kept the water crystal clear and the pH perfectly balanced.
My pool had never looked so good.
But Troy always came when I was at work and let himself in through the gate at the side of my fence, so I had completely forgotten his schedule. He must have gone behind the pool house and inside to fetch his supplies, and when he’d rounded the corner and discovered me topless, he’d dropped everything in his arms.
Including the long pole with the net on the end.
It was as if someone had put their foot down on the sustain pedal of a piano, only this piano played the music of time, and the moment suspended with my long, drawn out gasp.
I was topless, and he was frozen, and holy shit, he was my best friend’s twenty-four-year-old son.
It burst from my lips in horror. “Oh, fuck!”
In my panic, I grasped at my towel to cover myself, only to struggle, hopelessly, since it was pinned beneath my body. I leapt to my feet and yanked the terrycloth up, pressing it over my naked chest.
Troy still hadn’t moved. His lips were open, as if he’d planned to say something, but now he was frozen and unable to do anything. I couldn’t see his eyes behind his mirrored Aviator sunglasses, but he didn’t seem to be breathing.
So, I did what any reasonable woman would when a gorgeous, almost-stranger caught her naked.
I ran.
MEET THE MASTERMIND
USA Today bestselling author Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there.
Now she lives in Kentucky, is married and has two sons. She is a three-time Romance Writers of America RITA© Finalist, a Passionate Plume winner, a HOLT Medallion finalist, and couldn't be any happier that people enjoy reading her sexy words.
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