I’m Your Man

When Rhea gets stood up by her best friend before an important doctor’s appointment, she rushes to her car in tears. There, in the parking lot, she is met by a gorgeous man on his motorcycle. While he tries to help her feel better, she doesn’t give in. She doesn’t trust men. She never has.

Jason isn’t the kind of man to give up. His charm and tenacious spirit win Rhea over when he brings her to Hawaii and teaches her how to surf, cook, and kiss like she’s never kissed before. Jason is truly the only man for her—until Rhea finds out about a secret that might ruin what they have and change their lives forever.

 

Excerpt:

There was nothing sexier than watching a man cook. Particularly the man chopping veggies and stirring pans while he had no idea of the effect he had on a woman. 

Rhea loomed closer and leaned her elbows on the granite countertop. “So, you really do prepare your own food?”

“Mm-hmm,” Jason answered indulgently. His smile was wide, his smooth, tanned skin stretched over perfect cheekbones. He was a handsome man. Handsome and powerful, standing tall and confident, cutting a myriad of vegetables with his strong, manly hands.

Her heart thumped against her rib cage. With her chin resting in her palms, she tipped her face toward him. “You’re neat. I mean, your bathroom. It’s so tidy.”

Jason straightened, quirking his eyebrow. He held her gaze, his green eyes bright and focused until she looked away. 

“It’s almost like you have, I don’t know, a woman in your life who takes care of this stuff for you,” she said with a pang of jealousy that was threatening to eat her insides alive. “Even my bathroom is not that clean.”

Jason smiled. “I do.” 

“You do?”

“Yeah. Her name’s Belinda.”

A sentiment of distrust crept into her thoughts. She was right. There was a woman in his life. She grinned, but she couldn’t breathe. Why was she feeling jealous all of a sudden? How had Jason managed to become such an important piece of her life so fast? It seemed like only a moment ago she stood frustrated in the parking lot when he stopped to ask if she was okay. A moment that turned into a date and then a trip to a faraway place. And now she was fretting over a woman she didn’t even know.

Her gaze shifted to a pile of cookbooks and her heart stung when she saw the magazine she ripped into pieces a while ago. She picked it up and turned to the page, trying to keep her smile from sliding into a frown. “Who’s Veronica then?”

Jason paused his movements and inhaled a deep breath. “The girl from the photo?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Don’t trust everything you read.”

“There must be some truth in here.”

“Sure. Some. Most of it is crap. It’s publicity.”

“She’s pretty.”

“She was a mistake. That’s all.”

She didn’t look like a mistake to Rhea. Her moist lips pressed against Jason’s cheek, somewhere in the French Riviera, overlooking the endless azure. Ah, no. Definitely not a mistake.