Man of the Match: an excerpt

Man of the Match is a sizzling hot summer romance set in the the glamorous world of international cricket. It’s already available in paperback on Lulu and Amazon Kindle. Here’s an excerpt:

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The ball was thrown to Cara and she reached up for it but someone else grabbed it, and she fell against a third person instead.

“I’m sorry.”

As she turned she was mortified. It was the man from the beach.

“Good to see you,” he said. Was he being sarcastic? His tone sounded quite polite and formal.

Cara didn’t know what to say. “I wasn’t expecting it to turn into a swimming party.”

In the moonlight she saw a glint in his eye. “A skinny dipping party?”

She was confused for a moment, then she realised that he could only see her shoulders. Unaware that she was wearing a strapless bikini he possibly thought she was swimming naked. She was desperately embarrassed, and hoped that the darkness hid her reaction.

“No, I’m wearing a bikini.”

He raised his eyebrows, and then she was startled to feel his hands suddenly circling her waist. In the sea her skin felt hyper sensitive, and his touch was like an electric shock.

He felt up her side to where her bikini top was. “So you are.”

And there she was, almost in the arms of a complete stranger who had been extremely rude to her only a few hours earlier.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

He was gazing right back at her. There was an intense look in his eyes that seared her.

Suddenly he leant closer to her and his lips were on hers. His mouth was hard but tender. He tasted of salt and his tongue was warm as it slid alongside hers and entwined with it.

His hands gripped her more firmly around the waist, not letting her go.

Cara’s mind was in a whirl. What was she doing? Every ounce of sense ought to have seen her push him away and flee, but her body sang with desire for him.

She noted the sculpted muscle of his neck and shoulders, the darkness of his wet hair, close cropped at the nape of his neck. He was much more of a man than any boyfriend she had dated before. He was also much older, perhaps ten years older than her, she thought.

His hand supported the small of her back as his mouth left hers and travelled across her cheek and down her neck. He was tasting her, devouring her.

Waves lifted them up and down, and Cara felt incredible physical closeness to him as they clung together. They could have been one body.

I don’t even know his name, she thought.

As if he read her mind, he broke off at one point and looked her, his eyes burning with the physical desire he felt for her.

“I’m Matt,” he said.

“Cara.”

She could hardly speak, her voice seemed like a whisper carried away by the waves.

“Cara mia.” And he kissed her again.

Nothing had ever felt so right in her body and so wrong in her head.