Title: Eight Days In The Sun
Author: MK Schiller
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 2, 2017
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
He followed in his family’s footsteps and just graduated Marine boot camp. Now Mason Cutler’s personal mission is to get plenty of sun, surf, and no-strings romance in his favorite laid-back Florida beach town before shipping out. But a chance encounter with reserved Kiran Shenoy becomes a golden day of conversation, connection—and an intense attraction Mason can't walk away from. They make an agreement—eight sensuous days together without regrets or promises. Yet soon Mason is longing to convince the spirited woman behind Kiran's sad beautiful eyes to take a chance on even more . . .
All Kiran dared hope for was a chance to heal after a tragic accident and a devastating loss. Mason's freewheeling energy and head-on courage warms her scarred body and soul—and ignites her heart. But with their lives going in different directions, the only commitment they can make is a pact to meet again. Can what they feel survive Mason’s military duty, and Kiran’s second chance to restart her life? And can a desire sparked one summer night be enough for forever?
Are all the songs on my playlist sexual? I switch it up, opting for my happy playlist. These songs are innocent and barely scratch a PG-rating. Sure enough, the first one is from the Sound of Music soundtrack. Julie Andrews muses about her favorite things.
“What? I love musicals. Deal with it.”
He lets out a frustrated groan. “Dealt.”
I tap my toe to it. It’s a good choice. After all, this is about as wholesome as I can get. I hum along, mentally patting myself on the back. Then I steal another glance like a thief in the night.
Solid tan muscles all drenched in sweat
Oh how gorgeous they glisten
Reminds me of a muscle that I have been missin’
A deep blue-eyed stare and a spanking that stings
These would be some of my favorite things
A warm husky voice and those strong but soft hands
Just waiting to quell all my lusty demands
Harsh breaths, flexing muscles, and big manly gruntsAll of these things go straight to myyyyy…
“Yes!” I scream, almost jumping from my chair. God, please don’t tell me I spoke out loud. I desperately need some bleach to disinfect my dirty mind.
“Julie Andrews isn’t exactly workout music.”
Says who? “I can change it.”
He slows down the pace. “I’m done, anyway.”
Thank God, stop me before I move on to something really raunchy…like Mary Poppins.