The Summer Lake contemporary romance series follows a group of friends from a small lakeside town in the California hills. They have kept in touch over the years and now, in their early thirties, their lives are drawing them back to Summer Lake and to each other.Laugh Like You’ve Never Cried is Michael’s story. He grew up in Summer Lake with Emma, Pete, Missy and Ben. He’s lived in Australia for the last fifteen years, but now he’s home. It’s time for him and his son to settle down to life at the lake.
He’s back with his family, back with his friends, back to doing the work he loves as a small town doctor. Life is good – but could it be even better with the right woman by his side?
He knows who the right woman is, but he doesn’t know if he can persuade her to stay – at the lake, let alone in his life!
Book Title: The Invitation 2: Surrender
Author: Roxy Sloane
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 28. 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Welcome to your wildest fantasy…
The invitation arrives out of nowhere. No name. No address. Just one simple challenge.
‘Play with me.’
The games are intoxicating, each one more thrilling than the last. And pleasure is the ultimate prize.
He knows my secrets. He sees my darkest desires. He can drive me to ecstasy — and I don’t even know his name.
This is your invitation. Now its your turn to decide.
Are you ready?
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The server arrives with a fresh drink on her tray.
“I didn’t order this,” I say, confused.
“Courtesy of the gentleman at the bar.” She deposits it in front of me. “Oh, and he said to give you this.”
It’s another black gift-box.
My heart stops.
“Who is he?” I demand, twisting around. “Can you point him out to me, please?”
She looks over at the bar. “He’s gone now, sorry.”
The waitress leaves, and I turn my attention back to the box. How is this possible? Nobody knows I’m here tonight. But it’s the same gold ribbon. The same cream card. My name in gold ink.
The box is smaller this time. But it’s definitely from the same person.
I slide the invitation out from under the ribbon and open it.
Play with me.
I glance around, my skin prickling with awareness. I’m wearing the lingerie he sent, and suddenly, it feels so intimate. My calves slide against each other in the silk stockings, the garters pressing into my thighs. My nipples stiffen against the lacy bra.
What is he planning next?
I take a deep breath and slowly untie the ribbon. Inside, I find a silver butterfly nestled in a cocoon of black tissue paper.
I pause. What is this?
I take the butterfly out of the box. It’s made of smooth, matte silicone and fits in the palm of my hand. The body of the butterfly is ribbed, and adjustable satin straps hook to each corner of the wings.
Suddenly, the butterfly buzzes in my hand.
My mouth falls open.
Holy shit. It’s a vibrator.
I can’t stop a giggle of surprise slipping from my lips. The couple at the next booth look over, so I quickly move the box out of sight below my table.
I gaze at the toy, my excitement rising. I’ve seen these on the website where I shop for all my sexy accessories, but I’ve never used one before. You strap it around your thighs so the butterfly nestles against your clit. There’s either an on/off switch or a remote that controls the vibrations. But I don’t see a switch.
I check the box again. No remote control.
Realization crashes through me. The mystery man must have it. That means he’s close. He’s here.
My pulse races as I scan the room. He has to be watching me. But everyone seems to be paying attention to their own dining companions. No one cares that I’m over here at the corner table with a vibrator in my hands.
I glance down again. The butterfly looks so cute nestling in the tissue paper, and the contrast between its innocent appearance and illicit purpose gives me a thrill. Nobody would know if I put it on.
Nobody except the man holding the controls, hidden somewhere out of sight.
“Excuse me.” A different server arrives at my table. I slam the box shut with a yelp.
“This is for you,” he says, looking bored. He holds out a new envelope, and I take it, my cheeks flushing. Before I can ask anything else, he walks away.
I take a deep breath, and unfold the card. There’s only one word on the paper.
Romance junkie, mom, and legal eagle. I have a dirty mind and I’m not afraid to use it.