Alluring Infatuation

by Skye Turner

  ALLURING INFATUATION

  Book 4 Bayou Stix

  By

  SKYE TURNER

  Alluring Infatuation

  Book 4 Bayou Stix

  By

  Skye Turner

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  Skye Turner Copyright ©2014

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, places, events, or occurrences is purely coincidental unless otherwise noted below.

  The author acknowledges the real people or places and copyrighted or trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: Albany, Albertson’s, Angels, AT&T Stadium (Cowboys Stadium), Avenue, Baton Rouge, Bayou Country Superfest, Big & Rich, Billboard, BMW, Central Park, Cliffs Notes, Corona, Crown Royal, Dallas, Death Valley, Devil’s Lair, Eric Church, Facebook, Florida-Georgia Line, Food Network, Friendship Circle, George Straight, Good Morning America, Gramercy Park Hotel, Hammond, Harry Connick, Jr., He-Man Master of the Universe, Hollywood, iPad, Jack Lair, Jägermaister, Joe Manganellio, Joe, Nichols, Keith Urban, Kindle, Lee Brice, LL Collins, Los Angeles, LSU, Luke Bryan, Market Street, Marvel, Mattel, Mississippi, Morgan Stanley Children’s Hospital, New York, Nora Roberts, Old Governor’s Mansion, Orange, Perkins Road, Red, Rock, and Blue, Red Sea, Robin Roberts, Rotolo’s, Sam Kerrigan, Shiner Bock, SLU, Snow White, Spotify, Southeastern Louisiana University, Spanish Inquisition, Springfield, St. John, St. Thomas, Thundercats, TMZ, Tommy Lee, Top Gun, Twilight, Victoria’s Secret, Zumba.

  Cover Design by: Kari Ayasha of Cover to Cover Designs http://www.covertocoverdesigns.com

  Cover Photography: Clyph Jean-Philippe of Unbounded By Words Photography http://www.unboundedbywords.com

  Cover Models: Robert Gambrell and Sarah Baker

  Editor: Rebecca J. Cartee, Editing by Rebecca https://www.facebook.com/EditingByRebecca

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  Author Bio Photography: Rich Roth http://www.richroth.net

  *Due to graphic sex scenes and strong language, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18. This is an ADULT book and contains graphic sex scenes and explicit language.

  Dedication

  Alluring Infatuation is dedicated to everyone who’s ever had a dream and who’s gone after it regardless of what others say!

  Rock on and keep on keeping on.

  Smile and wave. Just smile and wave!

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  Books by Skye Turner

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Playlist

  About the Author

  Excerpt from Letting Go

  Acknowledgements

  Thank you to my amazing Beta readers: Amber Landry, Betsy Whitley, Cover to Cover Book Blog, Joely Bogan, Book Worms, Kristin Blay, Lindsey Lawson, Daisy Dog Photography and Design, Noelle Kinberger, Pam Mitcham, Tiffany Tyler, Reading in Black and White Blog (and my amazing P.A.), and Thomas Noble. Y’all make me feel like a ‘Rock Star’ every single day and I love you oodles and oodles for the love and support and for helping me perfect my baby!

  Thank you Kari Ayasha of Cover to Cover Designs for yet another grand slam! You are a rock star babe!

  Thank you to Clyph Jean-Philipe of Unbounded By Words Photography for the awesome cover photography.

  Thank you to Robbie Gambrell for agreeing to be my “Cover Dade.” Nailed it!

  Another extra special shout out goes to my AMAZING Street Team! You ladies are the absolute best and I love that you love me and my characters so much. So, thank you to: Tiffany, Betsy, Bea, Jess, Loca, Carrie, Amy, Cheryl, Desiree, Rebecca, Kia, Lindsey, Julie, Lheanne, Ange, Shannon, Joely, Heather, Amber, Kristin, Tracey, and Elaine.

  For my other amazingly supportive bestie author/blogger friends, thanks for being awesome and for making my LAUGH. A lot! LL Collins, TH Snyder, Kathy Coopmans, JM Witt, Joanne Schwehm, Chelle Bliss, Gabbie Duran, Rebecca Brooke, SK Hartley, AD Justice, Glenna Maynard, Alina Man, Jamie Whitley, and so, so many more.

  A HUGE “Thank You” goes out to my READERS! Y’all make me feel like I’m living in a dream every day! You read and I’ll write!

  My “sprinting” girls, TH Snyder, Hilary Storm, and Gabbie Duran, y’all know how to crack that whip!

  And for the encore… Thank you to my AMAZING husband James and our two perfect, but bad little creations! You three are my world and I love you bunches and bunches.

  Books by Skye Turner

  Alluring Turmoil, Book 1 Bayou Stix

  Alluring Seduction, Book 2 Bayou Stix

  Alluring Ties, A Bayou Stix Novella, Book 2.5 Bayou Stix

  Alluring Temptation, Book 3 Bayou Stix

  Chapter One

  Dade

  January

  I saw her as soon as I stepped off the bus from the airport. How could I miss her? The sun was reflecting off the blonde hair piled messily on top of her head. She was laughing at something the pool boy was saying as he handed her some pink, frilly drink with a blue umbrella. The umbrella matched her bikini which perfectly showcased her curves.

  Her laugh was musical. I couldn’t see her eyes because they were hidden behind mirrored aviators, but something told me they would be light. I bet they’re blue.

  The tap on my arm alerts me to the fact that the pretty driver is speaking to me, and apparently has been for a bit. Shifting my attention from the alluring blonde near the pool, I smile sheepishly at her and shrug. “I’m sorry; I spaced out. I apologize. I have no idea what you were just saying.” Her eyes swing toward the pool before returning to my own. “I understand your distraction. The scenery over there is quite beautiful,” she says with a smile.

  Unintentionally, my gaze returns to the pool. The aviators are pointed in my direction. Pulling my own shades down, I wink. Her mouth pops open. Smiling, I turn and head into the hotel to get checked in.

  After getting settled into the room, I decide to investigate the pool. Maybe the blonde is still there. Spending a few days with her in this tropical paradise wouldn’t be a hardship. I check myself out in the mirror and I see a tall, fit body. My shoulders are defined. My arms are toned and tight and show off my many tattoos. My chest is also ch
iseled and tattooed and my torso is long and sculpted. I work my ass off for this body and I’m proud of it. The appreciation from the opposite sex doesn’t hurt either.

  Lord, I need this break. Things have been insane at home. We just finished a tour with the band. Jude got married. Jessie got engaged. Who the hell would have thought that would ever happen?! My sister is home from California and all I want to do is protect her from the evils of the world, but she and Liam both live in my house now and it’s like a damn warzone. Those two are constantly at each other’s throats. My sweet little sister is just what my philandering band mate needs, and both want the other fiercely, yet both are too outraged at the others mere existence to figure it out. Something needs to happen with them, and soon, or everyone is going to be miserable. Thankfully, I left them alone together while I’m away to figure it out, whichever way it goes, while I catch some sun and decompress.

  My inner reflections take me to the hotel lobby and I can’t help but scan the pool occupants through the floor to ceiling windows as I make my way to the doors. The blonde’s chair is empty. A slight sense of disappointment sweeps through me.

  Since the object of my thoughts is not at the pool, I bypass it and head down to the white sand of the beach. The waves are crashing onto the shore as the palm fronds wave in the breeze. The scent and sounds of the beach instantly soothe me. Scanning the loungers, I find one that is far enough away from anyone so that I should be able to just listen to the waves and relax.

  As I plop down onto the plush cushions, I’m approached by a resort employee who asks if I’d like anything from the bar. I order a Corona. Within minutes he’s back with my beer and tells me his name is Juan. He’s a little fidgety, but I chalk it up to his being young.

  I’m able to relax for a bit. As the waves crash and the ocean breeze caresses my back, I drift into slumber.

  An hour later, I’m awakened by the clearing of a throat. Turning my head, I look into the nervous island face of my waiter, Juan. Raising my brow, I silently ask why my nap was interrupted. He blushes and stutters, “I am sorry to disturb you, Mister Rodrigue. We have arranged a private cabana for you at the end of this beach for the length of your stay. If you would like to follow me, I can take you to it. There is a bar, shade, and beach access for you. You will not be disturbed there. While you were resting, a couple of people were trying to disturb you and take photographs. I kept them away.”

  Sighing, I offer him my thanks to him and I get up. As I follow him, I notice that a cell phone camera is being directed my way. So much for privacy.

  We walk about a quarter mile down the beach and I see several cabanas spaced rather far apart, all with private beach access. He gestures to the first one, though all appear to be empty. The cream linen of the cabana tent is accented with bright blue and red pillows and cushions. As stated, there’s a fully stocked bar in the corner. Juan rounds it. Reaching underneath the bar top, he pulls out a Corona and pops the top off before handing it to me. “I will be your personal concierge for your stay, Mister Rodrigue. I am very excited. I am a huge fan of your band.”

  Smiling at the excitement I see on his face, I take the beer. “Thank you, Juan. Please call me, Dade.”

  “No. No. I cannot, Mister Rodrigue. That is highly improper.”

  I chuckle. “I promise it’s ok, Juan. We’re going to spend a lot of time together. Please. Call me Dade. So, you like Bayou Stix?”

  He excitedly tells me he has all of our albums and that we are his favorite band. He wishes we would come to the island for a concert. We have small chit chat for a while, before I yawn. The flight over was tiring and life in general has been chaotic lately. He notices and tells me to relax and he’ll be around if I need him. He hands me a small remote and tells me just to push the button if I need him, but for now he’ll give me some privacy.

  I spend the rest of the afternoon laying in the sun, drinking Coronas, and listening to the water. St. John is exactly what I’ve been needing.

  Chapter Two

  Melonie

  January

  I’ve been in St. John for two days. It’s gorgeous here. White sand, clear blue water, and a cloudless sky, it is the perfect spot for a honeymoon. Once we finally decided to cancel the wedding, the honeymoon had already been paid for so I decided to take it. I needed the break after the past few months. Work has been crazy and with all of my personal stuff on top of that… I desperately needed the time away.

  It’s funny, but I’m not sad. I just feel relieved. I’m sure Jake does too. It took a long time for us to admit that we’d grown apart and we were not the same people we’d been when we’d gotten together nine years ago. Thank God we talked and were honest with each other before we went through with the wedding. So, here I am. Alone… on this gorgeous island.

  I’ve been out at the pool all day. The cute little waiter that’s been flirting with me the past two days is back; but, if he’s twenty-one, I’d be shocked. It’s nice to feel beautiful though and I am really enjoying the attention.

  I never dress this way at home. I’m always so professional, but with my job, I have to be. I’m enjoying the freedom, so far away from home, to let loose a little. Hooking up with Dom is out of the question, though the flirtation is enjoyable.

  As he hands me my Sex on the Beach, he gently brushes his fingers against mine. I smile at him. He smiles back. “Ms. Mel, I can take you out dancing tonight. We have some amazing music here on the island. Would you like to join me?”

  Laughing at him, I reply, “Now Dom, you know I can’t. I’m far too old for you. That is an extremely flattering offer though.”

  “You are not too old for me, Ms. Mel. You are beautiful and it could be just as friends. Though, if you want to change your mind at any time, I would not complain for one minute.”

  I can’t help it, I laugh. He’s so adorable and delightful. He laughs with me, showing me his nice white teeth.

  As we converse a bit more, I feel someone’s eyes on me. I’m not alarmed, though my skin feels electrified. Looking around the pool, I don’t see anyone looking in my direction. Then… I see him. He’s standing near the entrance to the hotel and looks as if he’s just arrived.

  Dear God. That is the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life! My eyes travel his body, from his head to his feet. I blink. Have I been in the sun too long?!

  Jesus, Mel. Get a grip. But, dear God, is he real?! He’s so tall. And look at those arms. That is a lot of tattoos. He’s sexy as sin. Is his face chiseled from stone? That cannot be his face. Who looks like that?!

  OMG… is he looking at me?! He just caught me staring at him. Wait, no he didn’t. I have on glasses. He doesn’t know where I’m looking…

  The mirage near the hotel pulls his sunglasses down and looks right at me. Shit! Busted staring! My breath catches. He’s so not my type. I’ve always been attracted to the professional, put together type. His long, dark hair, tattoos, and bad boy vibe are so not what I’m normally into. I can’t look away. He’s screaming sex and my body is responding. He winks at me and smiles. My stomach drops and I tingle as I gasp. Did that just happen?! Pushing his glasses back up his nose, he smiles again, the sun gleaming off of his teeth, before he turns and follows the driver into the hotel.

  I can’t breathe. Pressing a hand to my stomach, I slump back on the chaise and take a deep breath. Dear, God. Who is that man?!

  An uneasy chuckle wakes me from my stupification. Glancing up, I meet Dom’s dark gaze as he smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, Ms. Mel. I have flirted with you shamelessly for two days and you have not looked at me like that. Not one time. I’ll stop trying now.”

  I smile kindly. “Dom, you are so sweet and I am extremely flattered that you find me attractive, but I am twenty-nine years old. How old are you?”

  “Twenty-two.”

  “Twenty-two.” I chuckle. “Some young woman is going to get one hell of a catch with you, Dom.”

  He smiles again. “Thank you. Can I get you anythin
g else, Ms. Mel?”

  Looking back towards the hotel again, I reply, “No, thank you, Dom. I’m fine with this drink. I’m going to finish it up and then head in to read for a bit.”

  He smiles and nods before he walks back towards the poolside bar. My gaze strays to the hotel doors more than I care to admit as I drink my Sex on the Beach. The gorgeous man never reappears. After waiting for another half an hour, hoping he would walk out, I admit defeat and grab my things before I head back to the room to freshen up and relax with my Kindle.

  I’ve read the same paragraph five times before I give up and fling my Kindle to the flowered bedspread. I can’t get Mr. Tall, Dark, and Insanely Gorgeous out of my head. I saw him for three minutes and I’m obsessed. Why can’t I stop thinking about him?

  I finally give up and let my mind have its way… Closing my eyes, I drift off to sleep with him on my mind.

  I’m lying on my stomach on the chaise by the pool. It’s deserted and I’m enjoying the quiet. The waves are crashing and it smells like rain is on the way. It’s like the island is angry and I’m here all alone to experience it. Instead of being scared, it excites me.

  Since I’m alone, I decide to strip down. Lying naked on the lounger, the breeze caresses my naked rear. It’s nice. Deciding to be naughty, I open my legs a bit. I’m alone, so what’s the harm?!

  The air is cool and my skin is hot. As if I have a fever, only I’m not sick. The breeze teases my folds and I feel myself getting wet.

  Rolling over, I spread my legs and start to run my fingers whisper soft over my chest and stomach. Each time I reach my waist, I get a little lower. Teasing myself is exciting and my skin is starting to glisten from the stormy air, sweat, and anticipation. My hands glide over my breasts and my nipples bead in the harsh wind. Finally, my hands reach the apex of my thighs and this time I allow them a slight touch. I gasp at the contact.