If you've read Amy's recent books Taming the Tycoon and How to Mend a Broken Heart, you won't expect this. Just as they are entirely different, this is different again. It has the wit and humour of Taming the Tycoon but the added vibe of a rollicking sea going adventure and don't forget that sizzling hot historical pirate.
I liked the lightness of this read, it was fun and flirty yet the sexual tension between Stella and Rick burned up the pages. When I pick an Amy Andrews book I know I am going to be one satisfied reader at the end of it and this book delivered on all counts.
If you are a fan of friends to lover's storyline you are going to love reading this one. A definite keeper and HJ Top pick!
Author Stella Mills has writers' block. Her swashbuckling debut romance was a mega-hit—and the world is crying out for a sequel. Problem is, her sexy-as-sin hero was based on childhood friend Rick Granville, whose dangerously delicious eyes have never sparkled at her that way!
So being forced to spend weeks on adventurer Rick's luxury yacht could be just the thing to trigger her imagination—forget Johnny Depp…modern-day pirate Rick is pure physical perfection. Of course, spending night and day with the temptation that is Rick could be sailing too close to the wind—especially when her fictional fantasies start becoming red-hot reality!
She caught a slight movement towards the helm of the boat as the sound of running water defined itself from the gentle slap of sea against hull and the trilling of insects. She squinted to make out the shape, her vision slowly adjusting to its night capabilities.
It was a person...
Taking a shower.
Taking a shower?
The moon chose that moment to come out from behind the scudding clouds that had been hampering its brilliance all night and Stella was afforded a side view of the man standing beneath the shower spray as if someone had switched on a spotlight.
A one hundred per cent, buck naked, Rick.
She stood there frozen to the spot for a long moment caught between two impulses. To get out now before he discovered she was staring at his naked body or just stop and take in every magnificent inch.
As the celestial spotlight continued to bathe him in milky brilliance, the latter won out.
The shower head was behind him, his head tipped back, his face raised to the sky as the spray bathed his shoulder-length locks into a sleek, silky, sheath. His eyes were shut as if worshipping the moonbeams that painted him in alabaster.
He looked like a state. A Michelangelo nude.
With all the beautiful symmetry of fluid muscles and the more subtle details of sinews, tendons and veins in living, breathing relief.
Water sluiced over his broad shoulders, his chest, his biceps. It ran down the planes of his back following the curve of his spine, dipping into those two sexy dimples above the rise of his buttocks. It flowed down firm flanks and rippled like a waterfall across the defined ridges of his abdomen.
Rivulets of water ran down one powerful thigh pressed slightly forward, the knee bent, obscuring her view any lower and Stella frowned.
Damn it, so close...
Vasco's bath scene had been written over two years ago, and while a lot of it had been scripted out of her imagination some of it hadn't. Having grown up with Rick wearing barely anything at all - boardies or a skin-tight diving suit being his everyday attire - she'd had plenty of inspiration for Vasco's body and had been able to portray it with startling accuracy.
There had been some parts, however, that she'd had to... embellish.
It would be nice to know the truth of it. Had her fevered imaginings accurately represented all of Vasco or had it been pure whimsy on her behalf?
And then, as if he'd read her mind, he shifted, twisting his body slightly in her direction, straightening his bent knee and transferring his weight to his other thigh, and she no longer had to wonder if she'd got it right because the evidence that she had was right there.
Riccardo Granville was most definitely Vasco Ramirez in the flesh.