by Regina Cole
“See you later,” she said, then grabbed her suitcase, threw the driver a tip, and booked it into the resort.
She was a chickenshit, but that wasn’t news. But now she had some extra work to do to get ready for tonight. Chandler would be at that party, and somehow she was going to have to come up with a way to make up for her complete lack of grace and manners during their first meeting.
Too bad he’d already seen her thongs.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
REGINA COLE, lover of manly muscled arms, chest hair, and mini-marshmallows, has been reading romance since her early teens. While she loves a love story of any heat level, she’s been drawn to the erotic side and is enjoying every minute of writing it. When she’s not frantically pounding away at the keyboard, she can be found fishing with her family, playing with her dogs, trying out strange new recipes, or snuggling with her hubby. Readers can find out more about Regina (that she also writes historical romance as Gina Lamm, for example) at reginacole.net.
