“Instincts are what keep us safe from fate. Ignoring them can change your life forever.
Fame and fortune arrived overnight and after months on the road with her singing tour, all Estelle craves is peace. Tired and ready for paradise, she travels to Fiji to recuperate.
Stubborn and surly, Galloway is avoided by most–which is exactly the way he likes it. However, he’s done spending his life in regret and hopes to find redemption in the tropical wilderness.
Together, they board the flight that changes their fate forever. Crash landing on a deserted island, they not only have to figure out how to survive with no skills and daily dangers–learning how to fish, find water, and build shelter–but also inherit two children who look to them to keep them alive.
However, staying alive might be the least of Galloway and Estelle’s problems. As days creep to months and rescue doesn’t find them, their desire for each other ignites.
They started as strangers.
They grew to be friends.
They fought the desire to be lovers.
Lust can be the most beautiful thing. Love the most rewarding. But not on an island where life hangs by a thread and giving into temptation can kill you.
Can they survive being forgotten or will love be their ultimate undoing?
From New York Times Bestseller Pepper Winters comes a timeless love story answering the question of what happens when everything is stripped away.
She finally touched me.
And I let her.
Her fingers were hypnotically soft; moving over my face, across my lips, lingering on my throat.
My body instantly hardened.
I reached for her, but the touch dropped lower, across my sternum, along my lower belly, feathering on my hipbone to my thigh.
My cock stood up, begging to be granted the same treatment, but the touch vanished, tugging on something around my leg.
My teeth snapped together as the frustration I’d been fighting for months boiled over.
Lashing out, I connected with hair.
Not a faceless face or dream-figmented breasts.
My eyes flew open.
The dream ended.
And I shot upright only to slam back down again when I noticed it wasn’t a dream. Estelle bowed over me. Her knees against my thigh, her fingers unbuckling the seat belts and fabric ties around my splint.
I sucked in a breath, whisper-hissing in the dark. “What the hell do you think you’re
Her eyes flashed then skittered across the camp to Pip and Conner. They slept in individual beds tonight, not needing each other’s support from the lonely memories of being parentless.
She froze. “I’m doing what you want.”
“What I want?”
A Technicolor porno unraveled in my head. What I wanted was her mouth on my cock. What I wanted was her straddling my hips and me thrusting into her tight, hot heat. What I wanted was her.
A thousand times her.
I gritted my teeth; balled my hands. I did everything I could to fight the undeniable urges volcanoing in my blood.
“Estelle, I suggest you move away from me.”
I gave her a warning.
I was a gentleman.
If I touched her now, kissed her, fucked her…it would be her fault for coming too close when she knew the uncrossable boundaries between us.
“Just tolerate me for a few seconds and then I’ll be gone.” Her eyes dropped back to my thigh. Tolerate?
She thought I couldn’t tolerate her?
Shit, I was in love with her. I spent my days falling more and more into goddamn love with her, and she thought I could barely tolerate her?
Stupid, stupid woman.
She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. She’s also honoured to wear the IndieReader Badge for being a Top 10 Indie Bestsellers, best BDSM series voted by the SmutClub, and recently signed a two book deal with Grand Central. Her books are currently being translated into numerous languages and will be in bookstores in the near future.