Docked & Anchored
Rachael Wade
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Synopsis for Docked:
A new, sensual Adult Contemporary Romance from author of the Amazon bestselling PRESERVATION SERIES, THE REPLACEMENT, and LOVE AND RELATIVITY. Coming to e-readers everywhere May 26, 2014.
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.
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.
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Excerpt:
My hair blows
wildly as Tanner flies down the road, The Neighbourhood’s “Sweater Weather”
blaring loudly through the speakers. The road curves and we wind around, little
glimpses of the water flashing in between the thickets of palm trees that line
the shoulders. We cruise farther and farther from any signs of tourist activity,
leaving the cabanas and guest beach in the dust. A few minutes pass and we
speed around another corner, peeling onto a long, dirt driveway that leads deep
into the tropical brush.
A small
turquoise house comes into view, its shutters weathered, the paint peeled along
the slats.
“What are we
doing here?” I finally ask as Tanner brings the car to a stop.
He reaches
over and turns the radio off, then flicks the ignition. The windows are still
open, and the purr of the smooth machine we’re sitting in dies. “You’re here to
learn some more Tanner Christensen 101,” he says matter-of-factly, yanking me
over the console and onto his lap. A surprised yelp sends the wind rushing from
my lungs. When I collide with him, he finally tears his shades away and tosses
them on the passenger seat.
I grip his
shoulders, my eyes wide.
“Let me
clarify something for you, Miss Banks,” he demands, gathering my disheveled,
windswept hair in his hands and holding it at the nape of my neck. “I was under
the assumption that when we made our agreement, the exclusivity we discussed
went both ways.”
I blink.
“Well, you assumed right. I wasn’t doing anything with—”
“I don’t want
to hear his name,” he snaps, clutching the back of my head, “I don’t want to
know anything about him. I already got an eyeful of his hands on you, and it
told me everything I need to know. He’s a boy, not a man, and he won’t be able
to take care of you.” His mouth hits my throat, hot and wet. He murmurs against
my skin, voice raw and rough, an unhinged edge to his tone. “Right now, you’re
going to ride me hard. One, because it’s been a hell of a morning and I need
it, and two because you need it and you don’t know it yet.” His fingers make
quick work of my bikini top, ripping at the flimsy strings. He flings it aside
and then tears my bottoms off, swinging my legs around like a pro. He kisses
me, his mouth harsh, tongue demanding. I taste the sea salt from my skin on his
lips.
His hands are
firm and controlled, roaming everywhere. Sand grinds at my skin with each touch.
He’s sucking the breath from me and I’m so shocked, I can’t even process the
deprivation. I can only sink into him, quench his thirst and satisfy his
hunger. I push at his suit jacket, frantically peeling it down his shoulders.
He groans in approval and cups my breasts, squeezing and trailing his thumbs
along the undersides.
“Tanner,” I
whimper, “I love the way you touch me.”
“Bite,” he
demands huskily, placing the pad of his thumb on my bottom lip. I obey and
press my teeth down, moaning as he pushes his hips up to deliver the most
delicious pressure. His thumb leaves my mouth and trails across my jaw bone,
landing just below my ear. He rubs gently, the moist pad working delicate
strokes into the skin. “You like this spot, baby?”
I lean into
his touch, and my eyes drift shut in pure pleasure. “Yes.”
He keeps
rubbing the space just below my ear while he leans up to nip my lips, working
me into a blissful haze. The last few minutes are a blur. In a matter of
seconds of being on this man’s lap, I’ve almost forgotten my morning with Lana
and Brie, and my walk on the beach with Jonah. All my body registers is
Tanner’s raging need and my desire to give him what he’s desperate for.
Synopsis for Anchored (releases in September!):
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.
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.
Excerpt:
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.”
AUTHOR BIO
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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