A brand new small town contemporary romance is out now from author Amber Kelly, and I have a sneak peek for you.
I’m lost in the most amazing dream. I’m on the deck of a gorgeous home. Beau is playing in the yard just beyond the railing, and I’m watching from my lounge spot. Two strong arms are holding me, and I have an overwhelming sense of serenity.
Giggling. I hear giggling. Girls.
I look out into the yard, and Elle and Sonia are swinging Beau between them. Where did they come from?
The arms around me tighten and shift, and I feel warm breath on the back of my neck. A shiver runs down my spine, and I burrow in closer.
That’s when my eyes pop open.
I’m in the boys’ tent. The giggles I hear are the girls starting to stir outside, and those arms in my dream are securely pinning me to a sleeping Myer. He rolls onto his back. My face is pressed against his bare chest, which rises and falls with his deep breaths. He has a smattering of dark hair on his chest. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I take my hand and run it through it. It’s soft. I sigh, close my eyes again, and cuddle in closer. I haven’t slept beside a man in six years. It feels nice. Comfy, warm … content.
I start to doze back off to sleep when I hear the tent unzip, and Payne pokes his head in. He stops and does a double take as his eyes find Myer and me wrapped around each other.
“Morning,” he says with a question in his voice.
Myer stirs and opens one eye. He tilts his face down to me and smiles a sleepy smile.
“Hey,” he says as his hand roams down my back.
Payne clears his throat.
I untangle from Myer, sit up, and stretch.
“Good morning,” I mumble.
“How was your night?” Payne asks.
“Uneventful, compared to yours,” Myer answers for us.
Payne grins a wicked grin and reaches in to grab his duffel bag. “It was eventful. You guys get up. We’re cooking breakfast, and as soon as it warms up a bit, we’re throwing the inner tubes in the water,” he tells us before ducking out.
I feel shy all of a sudden once he zips the tent back up. Looking down at Myer with his sleep-mussed hair feels too intimate.
“Did you sleep okay?” he asks.
I nod as I focus my eyes across the tent and not on his chest. “How about you?” I manage to ask.
“Like a baby.”