EXCERPT
“So when are you going to teach me about this sexting?” I ask, turning on my side to face him. “This isn’t a movie and cuddle date here. I have goals with you, you know.”
His brows lift. “I’m great at scoring goals, Specs. Don’t you worry.”
I giggle.
He looks forward and adds, “And sometimes being spontaneous in life can be a great adventure. You don’t always have to stick to a plan.” He turns to watch me for my reaction but apparently isn’t happy with what he sees. Rolling his eyes, he sets his tumbler down. “Get out your mobile.”
I could almost giggle with excitement over how this could go. He slides down the bed on his back, his mobile clasped in his hands. I mirror him so we’re lying beside each other but both focusing on our mobiles.
I get the first text.
Camden: What are you wearing?
I giggle. “Well, have a look, why don’t you?”
He smirks and shakes his head as he waggles his mobile as if that’s the only way we can communicate right now.
Camden: I’m in my boxers.
I read the text and, out of the corner of my eye, see him slide his sweats off and yank his shirt off over his head. He’s now laid out, chiseled and gleaming in my dim lamp lighting.
Me: I’m in my knickers.
I too slip off my leggings. Then I sit up and pull off my cami. I reach behind myself and glance over my shoulder to see if he’s watching. I’m pleased when he is as I unclasp my bra and fling it to the floor.
He inhales sharply when I lie back down and squeeze my breasts together while gripping my mobile.
Camden: How do your breasts feel?
I huff a soft laugh and then bite my lip. Closing my eyes with embarrassment, I steel myself to reach down and cup one breast in my hand. I roll my nipple between my fingers and hear him tsk between his teeth.
Camden: Are you wet?
Oh my God.
Not wanting to be too chicken, I grip my mobile against my chest and slide my free hand down inside my knickers. I swipe a few times and feel my arse rise off the bed with excitement.
“Yes,” I groan, closing my eyes and picturing him.
“Mobile, Specs.” His voice is coarse and laboured as he watches me pull my hand out and bring it back to my keypad.
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by AMY DAWS
He's her patient. She's his doctor. They shouldn't. But God, do they want to.
Camden Harris, the famously hot, hulk of a footballer is laid up in a London hospital. But his busted knee doesn't stop him from running his well-practiced game on Indie Porter--his redheaded spitfire of a doctor. She's not his type, not even close. But she could be the perfect distraction from the soul-crushing damage this injury could cost him.
Indie's tired of her naivety putting a target on her back. As a gifted child, she's let her education take the front seat her whole life. But a fling with a footballer like Camden might be just what she needs to grab life by the balls.
And he could be the perfect guy for the plan she's been sitting on for over two years.
But when feelings make a final play, there's no amount of medicine that can heal the damage to their hearts.
~MEET AMY DAWS~
Amy Daws lives in South Dakota with her husband, and miracle daughter, Lorelei.
The longawaited birth of Lorelei is what inspired Amy's first book, Chasing Hope, and her passion for writing. Amy is a lover of all things British and her award-nominated contemporary romance series, The London Lovers Series, is centered around Americans in London. It's emotional and selfdeprecating with lots of humor sprinkled in.
On most nights, you can find Amy and her family dancing to Strawberry Shortcake's theme song or stuffing themselves inside children'ssized playhouses because there is nothing they wouldn't do for their little miracle.
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