Sienna Murphy never does anything without a plan. And so far her plans have been working. Right after college, she got a prestigious job and gained the stability she’d always craved-until work takes her to the sun-drenched shores of Oahu and places her in the path of sexy surfer Luke Everett. For the first time, she lets her heart take control. Drawn to his carefree charm, she makes a spontaneous and very un-Sienna-like decision to drop everything and stay in Hawaii for two more weeks.
Luke lives fast and wild. When he meets Sienna, he’s convinced that some no-strings-attached fun is just what she needs. As their nights quickly turn from playful to passionate, Luke can’t deny the deep connection he feels. But there’s a reason Luke doesn’t do long-term. He can’t promise Sienna forever, when the enormity of his past has shown him just how fragile the future can be . . .
ARC provided in exchange for an honest review.
This author is so good with books that deal with moving on and finding yourself. I don’t really enjoy books like that, but when J.A. Redmerski writes them, I always find myself reading one and enjoying it!
Sienna is so focused and immersed in her work. She didn’t come from a wealthy family, but her parents did their best for her. She wants to be able to live comfortably, and she wants to help her parents even when they insist that they do not need it. She ends up in Hawaii for work. She’s an event coordinator, and her job really requires her full attention. She doesn’t even have time to take pictures.
Luke is a surfing instructor. He may come off as carefree, but he really has some baggage. When Luke and Sienna meet for the first time, there’s an instant connection.
Luke’s journey to healing and Sienna’s journey to finding herself was really heartwarming to read. They did it together. They helped each other. They were each other’s saviors.
I recommend this book to readers who are lost and need hope.
“Damn, my back is killing me,” I say, grimacing and reaching behind me for my muscles again. “Sleeping on this
sofa is brutal.”
Sienna’s face falls under a little veil of guilt and pity.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says. “Is it bad?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty bad.” I groan deeply for added affect. “I should’ve crashed in Seth’s room—would have if I’d known he
wasn’t coming home last night.” Truthfully, I’m not sure of that; Seth might be in his room and I just slept so well through the
night that I didn’t hear him when he came in, like I usually do.
“Now I feel bad,” she says and stands up from the coffee table, her long, lightly tanned legs stretching for miles
underneath the thin fabric of her cotton shorts— damn, she is sexy; the things I want to do to her right now. “I’m not
really hungry anyway, so don’t worry about breakfast. I was just messing with you.”
“Nah, don’t feel bad.” I wave it away like it’s nothing, while at the same time still kneading my back with the other hand. “I’m going to make you something . . . but you could help me out by walking on my back.”
“Huh?” Her face scrunches into a cute, confused expression. “You want me to walk on your back?”
“Well, yeah,” I say with a nod, suddenly realizing myself how just the thought of her touching me—with her feet, her
hands, her lips; I don’t even care which—makes my heart ache and my palms sweaty. “It’ll work out the kinks.”
She smiles ridiculously and shakes her head—I fight the urge to reach out and pull her down on my lap; the image of
her bare thighs around my waist, my hands hugging the curvature of her ass…breathe Luke…just breathe.
“I’m not walking on your back,” she sort of laughs the words out.
“Why not?” I tilt my head to one side.
“Well I think I’m a little too heavy to be walking on your back,” she says as if I should already know this. “And because
it’s weird?” It was more a statement than a question, but something else she thinks I should already know, apparently.
God, she’s so fucking cute. I roll my eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those girls who wears a size zero and thinks she’s fat.”
“No! I’m not one of those,” she defends. “I just don’t want to hurt you!”
I laugh without restraint.
“OK, well you’re not going to hurt me, I can promise you that.” I get up from the couch—with pretend difficulty—and step
around Sienna and the coffee table and then lay on my bare chest on the floor. “Come on. It’ll really help me out a lot.” One
side of my face is pressed against the rug as I look up at her at an angle. She stands over me with her flimsy arms crossed—I
grow even harder beneath my shorts.
“No, Luke,” she laughs, “I’m not going to do it.”
“Yeah you are,” I say casually and wave my hand at her as if there’s nothing to it. “The only way you can hurt me is if
you jump up and down really, really hard. Now get on.”
She shakes her head repeatedly, her smile growing.
I break out the big guns.
“It’s the least you can do for me letting you stay here for free and have my bed.” I grin subtly, which I imagine looks strange with my cheek smashed against the floor.
“No!” She laughs out loud. “I’ll sleep on the couch from now on if that’s the case.”
With me? I want to say—and almost do—but restrain myself.
“No you won’t,” I tell her sharply. “What kind of guy would I be if I made you sleep on the couch while I was all
sprawled out on the comfy bed? Now step on and start walkin’.”
Absolutely, one hundred percent, no-going-back crazy for you—I admit it.