I couldn’t very well send you off for the weekend without a naughty little excerpt, now could I? 🙂

Playing Hooky - SMALL


Middle school science teacher Molly Callahan is rebelling. For the first time in years, she’s skipping the annual family reunion and taking a real vacation to a tropical island, far from the exhausting Callahan clan and her sister-in-law’s enthusiastic attempts to set her up with her brother, famed anthropologist and writer Jack Roman – totally hot, totally obnoxious, and totally out of her league. Sun, sand, and maybe a little steamy island fling. Molly doesn’t count on her sister-in-law’s epic scheming, however, and is completely unprepared to find herself sharing paradise with the man she flew thousands of miles to avoid.

Jack Roman isn’t on vacation. His stay on this remote tropical island is all research, but how is he supposed to get anything done when maddeningly sexy Molly Callahan shows up to distract him? Suddenly, his research seems less important than making sure that the only man on the island she seduces is him. Summer heats up for Molly and Jack, but is this the basis for a relationship in the real world, or just a hot tropical romance that will burn up when reality comes knocking?


“Now if you wouldn’t mind going away, maybe I can start enjoying my vacation, if it isn’t too much to ask.  All I want to do is lie here, drink something with a little umbrella in it, and entice one of those hot cabana boys to spend twenty minutes rubbing sunscreen onto my back.”

Molly waggled the tube and scowled at him before turning her face away and settling her cheek against the towel, hoping he’d take the hint and scram.  It was bad enough she had to share her island with him, but he didn’t have to sit so close, all muscled and hot and smelling of sand and sun and forbidden fruit.

Geeky forbidden fruit.

“You’re a menace, you know that?” Jack growled, but instead of stomping off as any sane person would have, he plucked the tube of sunscreen from her fingers and unceremoniously squirted a large dollop in the middle of her back.

Molly screeched as the cool lotion sent a chill down her spine, but then he was tossing the tube away and she went rigid as his big, slightly rough hands pushed her hair off her back and began smoothing it into her overheated flesh.

“What…what are you doing?” she asked inanely, but it was hard to think with fireworks going off under her skin.

“Just keeping you from taking advantage of the unsuspecting pool staff.  Relax, I’m not going to bite.”

How could she relax when she was nearly naked and Jack was running his hands from her shoulders to the small of her back in tantalizing sweeps that filled her with unwelcome heat?  Then he pressed his thumbs into either side of her spine, and she couldn’t help it.  She melted like warm taffy, a soft moan escaping her lips as he massaged his way along her back.

“Like that, do you?” he muttered.

Odious man, Molly thought without rancor, God, his hands…

His thumbs rubbed firm circles into her lower back as he gripped her waist, and it felt incredible.  She gripped the edges of the chaise as arousal tightened her nipples her pussy throbbed.  Relaxation morphed into desire, whether her brain cooperated or not.

“Such a tiny waist,” Jack breathed out, sounding irritated.

Molly was almost relieved when his hands moved north again, but had to bite her lip to stifle a gasp as she felt the back tie of her bikini give way.


Was there even a point to pretending that this wasn’t the most erotic moment of her life?  She was putty in his hands, and could only hold onto the chaise while Jack stroked and petted with slick fingers, letting his big hands brush the sides of her breasts and dip lightly under the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

Molly should pull away.

She should tell him to stop.

She should roll over and let him rub all the aching spots he missed.

Without her permission, a decidedly heated groan spilled from her throat.