Sophie Walker is on holiday in Australia when a hot and handsome cutey kisses her right in the middle of the Burleigh Bowls Club. The man fires slumbering sensual fantasies and sends her hormones swooping. Sophie wants to take a bite before she realizes it’s Isaac Shepherd—one of her daughter’s ex-boyfriends. Chastened, Sophie tells herself to forget the younger man, but it seems the attraction is mutual.
Sunshine. A hot, young stud. Steamy sex. The perfect recipe for total relaxation until the end of the vacation looms and Sophie doesn’t want to let Isaac go.
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“Sophie Walker? Is that you?”
The dark haired hunk grinned before grabbing me in a bear hug, right in the middle of the Burleigh Bowls Club.
Who was this Cutey Pie? My mind screamed questions even as I cozied up and savored the experience. I mean, what was not to enjoy? He possessed lots of muscles and was downright hunky with his tanned face and sexy grin. Pity we were in the middle of the Bowls Club. My heart kick-started into a racy beat, while I inhaled deeply to counteract the effect. He smelled wonderful—of ginger and exotic spices, all wrapped up with the tang of the sea.
Tall, dark and cute grasped my upper arms and pulled away before dropping a chaste kiss on my cheek.
Aw, call that a kiss, my inner siren taunted. Rev it up and lay one on me. For once I didn’t care if I ended up being the floorshow. Like a kid in a candy store, I wanted to touch and taste. I wanted it all.
“Sophie, what are you doing here on the Gold Coast?”
I stared and still came up blank. The petite redhead who stood at his side didn’t look too happy. If I was in her shoes I’d have felt exactly the same way. Possessive. Heck, in her place I would have bared my teeth and warned me off.
“I used to go out with Sophie’s daughter,” Cutey Pie said.
Redhead’s frown smoothed out like magic.
I groaned inwardly. Well, that sure put me in my place. Cutey’s name popped into my mind. Isaac Shepherd. I’d liked him back when Susan was going out with him. Since my daughter was notorious for being late, I’d spent a lot of time chatting with Isaac. We had a lot in common. It had taken me a long time to forgive Susan for letting him get away.
“Susan is married now,” I said.
Isaac’s brown eyes glowed, making me intensely aware of my body and the way my clothes fit. The word desperate came to mind. I hadn’t kissed a man for a long time let alone got down and dirty. My hormones were protesting the lack of action. For a moment there, they’d thought they’d got lucky. Disappointment was a bitch.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his husky voice strumming across my senses in a very delicious way.
“I’ve come over on a RSA trip, with a group of golfers. Ostensibly to keep an eye on my father, but he doesn’t really need it.”
“What’s the RSA?” Redhead asked in her Aussie twang.
“Returned Services Association,” Isaac answered.
“Hey, Sophie!” It was my Uncle James, my father’s partner in crime. “There’s a dance on here tonight. Fred and I are gonna grab us a granny!”
I did a mental eye roll. “You can’t say that.” After all, I wasn’t exactly a spring chicken. My fortieth birthday was practically staring me in the eye, so I felt I should offer up a defense for the dozens of more mature women in the club. “It’s not P.C.”
“Aw, Sophie. Don’t start,” my father said. “Look at those women over there. If it walks like a duck…”
Scowling, I glanced in the direction Pop indicated. Three elderly women were giggling like young girls. I shrugged. I didn’t intend to act the stern chaperon. Pop and Uncle James could get up to all the shenanigans they wanted.
“We must meet for a drink,” Isaac said, sending a wave of flattered satisfaction through me. Bigheaded of me I know, but the redhead’s scowls made me want to cheer. Score one for the visiting team.
“Why don’t you come back for the dance?” Uncle James said.
One look at Redhead popped my bubble of optimism. Isaac wouldn’t be here tonight.
Isaac glanced at Redhead too. “Maybe.” His voice was noncommittal. “We have to go.” His brown eyes caught my gaze, and for a long moment, we stared at each other. “It’s been great seeing you, Sophie.”
And damned if he didn’t grab me and kiss me right on the lips. It was brief. Intense. And left my knees knocking. I stared after him in bemusement, my trembling fingers rising up to touch tingling lips.
A soft whistle from Pop jerked me from daydream land. “You’ve made a conquest there, Sophie.”
“I’m old enough to be his mother,” I protested, and inside, I railed at the fact. Sometimes, life plain sucked.
Uncle James looked me up and down. “You don’t look your age. You don’t look old enough to be that boy’s mother. You’re fit, you don’t look like one of those god-awful beanpole models, and you have your own teeth. Always check the teeth,” my uncle ended sagely.
“I’m not a damned horse!”
“No, you’re a woman, Sophie,” Pop said. “That’s all any of us simple men want. A luscious handful of woman to cuddle up to at night.”
He winked at Uncle James, and they both discreetly checked out the three giggling women over in the corner.
“Ooh, not while I’m looking,” I said in a firm tone, although secretly, I was flattered, my confidence boosted. A bit of life in the old broad yet, I thought. I licked my lips and imagined I could taste Isaac. Damn, I didn’t think I’d shower for a week.
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“SUMMER ENCOUNTER is a very refreshing look at a wonderful and engaging couple. Sophie and Isaac realize that true love is more important than the number of years between them, and I loved reading about their experiences with each other. I loved SUMMER ENCOUNTER, Isaac is one incredibly hot man, and Sophie matches him perfectly!!”
~ Joyfully Reviewed
“Shelley Munro’s SUMMER ENCOUNTER grabbed my interest from the first page, and although contemporary romances are not my preferred reading material, I found this one struck a cord with its realistic appeal and three-dimensional characters. The pragmatic connection between Sophie and Isaac made this tale one to remember.”
~ 4 ½ Stars, JERR