Docked & Anchored
Rachael Wade
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Rachael Wade
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Book 2
Tanner and Anya’s story continues…
Choosing to put aside her
reservations about spending more time with Tanner Christensen, Anya said
to hell with her instinct and agreed to another cruise.
She agreed to
take the risk. But now she’s stuck.
Stuck on Trident Voyager.
Stuck with Tanner Christensen, and the woman hell bent on making her pay.
What was supposed to be a fun, careless fling turned out to be something else entirely. Something she wasn’t prepared for and something she certainly can’t take back. The damage is done, and this time, Lana and Brie aren’t by her side to help her weather the storm. There are no escape routes, only ship decks, miles of white sand, and one very self-assured, dominant cruise ship owner determined to get her attention and set things straight.
Lana might still be her partner in crime, but it’s Anya who must fight for—and protect—her heart when all is said and done.
Stuck on Trident Voyager.
Stuck with Tanner Christensen, and the woman hell bent on making her pay.
What was supposed to be a fun, careless fling turned out to be something else entirely. Something she wasn’t prepared for and something she certainly can’t take back. The damage is done, and this time, Lana and Brie aren’t by her side to help her weather the storm. There are no escape routes, only ship decks, miles of white sand, and one very self-assured, dominant cruise ship owner determined to get her attention and set things straight.
Lana might still be her partner in crime, but it’s Anya who must fight for—and protect—her heart when all is said and done.
Book 1
It’s
not water that paralyzes Anya Banks—it’s the ocean. Tumultuous and
powerful, sleek and unpredictable, it’s just like Tanner Christensen,
owner of Trident Voyager, the cruise ship she’s been talked into
boarding by her vivacious, foodie fanatic best friend and co-worker,
Lana. Tanner exudes confidence, and his raw masculinity is hard to
resist. But Anya came aboard to work, face her demons, and then get the
hell back to dry land.
Until Tanner convinces her to take the plunge.
She quickly dives into a fun, carefree arrangement with him and embraces her goal to be brave, no matter how loudly her shaky knees tell her to abandon ship. For twelve days, Tanner’s all hers. For twelve days, she’s his goddess. Once the cruise is over and the ship docks, she won’t be the same. But being brave always costs something, and this time, it might cost her heart.
Anchored
**Warning New Adult Excerpt contains explicit sexual language**
My body sags as he crashes
against me and we collapse, falling face forward onto the cool sheets.
“Tanner,” I mumble into the
comforter.
He grunts.
“Tanner!”
“Hhhmm?”
“I can’t breathe,” I laugh. My
hair’s in my mouth, choking me. “Move, Mr. Christensen.”
“Don’t want to.”
“Tough.”
He grunts again and rolls onto
his side, pulling me against him in a spooning position. “Feel good, baby?”
“No,” I pant. “No bueno.”
“You sounded satisfied to me,
Miss Banks.”
“Not good. Chocolate is good.
Massages are good. The beach is good.”
He chuckles deeply and adjusts
my hair, brushing it from my neck to drop a kiss beneath my ear. “If you have a
better adjective to describe what just happened, I’d love to hear it.”
“Boom,” I sigh. “Just…boom.”
“Boom?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Wait. Isn’t that a…verb, or
something?”
“It can be used as an
adjective. In this case, it’s definitely an adjective.”
Tanner smoothes his hand down
my hip and squeezes my ass.
“Ouch!”
“Quit being a baby.”
“That hurt!”
“It feels good. You just want
me to do it again.”
“I dare you to do it again.”
Pressure clamps down on my
cheek and I spring onto my back, reaching for his side, ready to retaliate.
“Oh no, you don’t,” he laughs,
dodging me. His hands fly out and capture my wrists, and he body-smacks me back
down onto the mattress, crawling on top to straddle me, pinning me with his
thighs. “Only I get to pinch.”
“How is that fair?”
“Haven’t you learned anything
in Tanner Christensen 101, Anya? I don’t play fair.”
“Tanner, let me go.”
“What you’re really saying is,
make me come again.”
“God, you really need a leash
for that ego of yours. It’s out of control!” I bite his bicep and he doesn’t
flinch. Just watches and laughs, his lashes drawing down as he eyes my mouth,
that crooked smirk wreaking havoc on my libido. This man pulls me in.
Continuously. I cannot get enough of him. And right now, while we’re wrapped up
in his sheets, in this beach house in the middle of the Bahamas, all I can
think about is escaping with him.
Permanently.
But a certain faux fiancée is
waiting in the wings, ready to pounce at the perfect moment and snatch him away
from me. An uncomfortable tingle, something possessive and foreign tickles
behind my ribcage. I’m not sure what to make of it, I only know that we have a
mess to sort before I can even begin to examine its meaning.
“What’s going on in there?”
Tanner asks, kissing my forehead.
“Nothing.” I stretch and yawn,
then sit up to wrap my arms around him, curling my body into him, latching on
like he’s my own personal pillow. His face is buried in my hair while he
sandwiches me between his hard body and the mattress.
“Anya.”
“Hhhmmm.”
“I can’t please you if you
don’t tell me what you’re thinking.”
“You pleased me plenty just a
few minutes ago.”
“Talk to me.”
“I want to play with you.”
He pulls back and arches a
brow, grinning down at me.
“Switch positions.”
“Do you mind telling me where
you’re getting this bossy streak from all of a sudden?”
It’s me who arches the brow
this time.
“Ohhh, fresh.” He cups my
breast and thumbs my nipple. “Careful, Miss Banks, or I’ll have my way with you
again.”
“There would be worse things in
the world, Mr. Christensen.”
“You have me there.”
Rachael Wade is the Amazon bestselling author of The
Preservation Series, The Resistance Trilogy, and the upcoming sci-fi
series, The Keepers Trilogy. When she’s not writing, she’s busy learning
French, watching too many movies, and learning how to protect animals
and the environment.
Visit her at www.RachaelWade.com and www.LightsOnOutreach.com, or come chat with her on Twitter via @RachaelWade
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