✨ 700 SENSES OF SUMMER by @authormaggiegates is now available!
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Why you will love this book…
🔥Firefighter Romance
🩵Next-door Neighbors
🔥Treasure Hunting
🩵Sexy Hide and Seek
🔥Beach Romance
🩵He Falls First (And Harder)
🔥Long-Distance Gal Pals
🩵F*ck It
🔥Home Renovation
🩵A Movie Makeover Montage
Read on for a peek inside 700 Senses of Summer.
He’s a moth to a flame. She’s the inferno.
Aurora Whitlock hit rock bottom.
Broke, single, and mourning her career going up in smoke, she decides to kick-start her new life by renovating the bones of an old beach house hidden along the Carolina coast.
What a cliché—inheriting a fixer-upper from a deceased relative. That kind of thing only happens in books.
But beggars can’t be choosers. The Old Whitlock Place, and all its secrets, is home sweet home for the summer.
Jack Wharton didn’t expect to find a summertimer squatting in the dilapidated mansion next door.
As a career firefighter tasked with protecting Cedar Island, North Carolina, he’s seen a thing or two. But he’s never seen anything quite like her.
Painting walls and fixing floors in the middle of summer shouldn’t be that hard to handle. But the temperature isn’t the only thing that’s hot. Can Jack and Aurora’s sizzling romance stand the heat? Or will the secrets they uncover consume them?
700 Senses of Summer is a fun summer read full of witty banter, the best girl gang you’ll ever meet, mystery, and a scorching romance with a swoony happily ever after! It is book two in the Romantics series but can be read as a standalone.
EXCERPT:
A loud clunk echoed behind me.
I spun, clutching the dildo to my chest, but the house was empty. I turned back and dug around the box, hoping that the candle from the girls was something special used to cleanse the house of evil spirits. No dice. Just fresh linen and sea breeze. I had plenty of sea breeze thanks to the drafty windows facing the ocean.
Maybe I should grab some needles from the cedar trees to smudge the house…
Then again, it might take burning the whole tree to cleanse this place.
But if I burned down a tree, I’d have hot firefighters in my yard for the second time. That was never a bad thing.
Wood creaked, and a shadow quickly engulfed me. “Hello?”
The deep voice made me scream. I squeezed my eyes shut and swung the dildo like a sword until I heard the thunk of heavy silicone hitting skin.
“Fuck!” A male voice howled as he stumbled backward, clutching his cheek. “Did you hit me with a dick?”
“Get out!” I shrieked. “I have pepper spray!”
The large hunk of t-shirt painted muscles raised his hands in surrender, taking three large steps back. The sole of his sneaker caught on the edge of one of the sheets that had been covering a couch, and he slipped.
He swung his arms like windmills as he tried to stop the fall, but it was no use. His very fine ass slammed into the hardwood floors with a heavy thud.
“Who the hell are you?” I shouted as I pointed the ten-inch dildo at him. After that first swat, I realized that it wasn’t a bad weapon. Four pounds of medical-grade silicone packed a punch.
“Your neighbor,” he groaned as he pushed to his feet and wiped his dust-covered hands on the front of his gym shorts.
Oops.
