Sun-Kissed Read online Frankie Love (Love In All Seasons #1)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Love In All Seasons Series by Frankie Love
Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
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(Love In All Seasons #1) Sun-Kissed

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Frankie Love

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English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B08FRGY45C
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Get ready for a collection of summer romances!
The Sailor's Secret Baby
Sampson never wanted to settle down -- that's why he became a sailor. Then he meets Sweetie, with her pouty pink lips and innocent body. For the first time in his life he's ready to drop anchor.
His Make-Believe Bride
I may be an Alaskan fisherman, but I didn't expect my catch of the day to be Alice. When I pull her from the water and see her wet clothes clinging to all the right places, I want to strip her of them and make her mine.
His Billion Dollar Secret Baby
When I see her across the cabana at the luxurious Miami beach club-- I know I have to have her. She stands out from the crowd-- there's nothing fake or plastic about her. And when our eyes lock, I know this pretty little virgin feels the exact same way.
His Old Fashioned
She's an old fashioned girl who won't do the deed until she's walked down the aisle. He better be ready to pop the question, because this cocktail waitress won't lose her virtue to just anyone. She wants him--bad. But matter how thick his beard is and how deep his growl--if he wants this ingénue, he needs to drop to one knee.
Dear Reader, Tan lines fade but these summer stories last forever! This collection is the only summer reading list you need -- so grab your kindle, sun screen, and a cocktail for the steamy stay-cation you deserve!
xo, frankie
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Love In All Seasons Series by Frankie Love

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His Billion Dollar Secret Baby

Chapter One

Here I am, on the beach in Miami, soaking up the mother fucking sun. This club overlooking the ocean is banging, waitresses are walking around in string bikinis, their tits in my face and their asses hanging out. The only problem is they’re all cookie-cutter women. I want someone different.

I’m sick of the same old shit.

My friends are here, smoking their cigars, talking about their yachts, and their harem of women they've collected over the years.

I don't bother with that shit; I keep a woman for a night, no longer. I've got no interest in getting shackled. Why would I? I've seen what happens when you get attached to people. In this life, there are no fucking guarantees. That's why I play hard and fuck harder.

But damn, either I’m getting old or just becoming straight-up picky. I want something different than what I see. Work is a grind, and being a billionaire CEO of a Fortune 500 company affords me a life of luxury—but what use is it when at the end of the day I’m chasing tail?

"Hell, Dane, you need to get yourself a woman. You look tense," my friend Leo says. A waitress brings me a vodka soda and I tuck a hundred-dollar bill in her bikini top. She blows me a kiss as she walks away.

"You planning on tapping that?" Leo asks.

I shrug, knowing I’m not in the mood for her tonight. I want a woman who is one of a kind.

All week, I've been around women who are tan, with fake boobs, and nice round asses. It’s no different in Manhattan. There, the women wear all-black and permanent scowls. Maybe I’m just nostalgic today—it’s the anniversary of my parents’ death, fifteen years ago. A car accident that changed everything.

My brother Thomas went off the deep end after their death. I haven’t seen him in ten years. So, yeah, today I’m feeling lonely—and my mom would hate this bullshit-vibe here.

My mom was from a different era entirely. I remember the way she wore an apron when she made dinner, her big Jackie O sunglasses on sunny days, her signature red lips. She was a classic.

I exhale, the memories getting me all lost in the past. Leo presses me again about my plans for the night.

"I want something different tonight, a different kind of woman."

Leo laughs, elbowing me, his hand motioning over the crowd, "All these women here, you could have your pick, yet you want someone different." He laughs. "You always have to make things difficult, don't you?"

I shrug again. "I don't know, maybe I'm over this Miami scene. I need to get back to New York. I haven't worked in weeks.

"Always working for the man."

I scoff. "Leo, get your head out of your ass. You know as well as I do that I'm the man. I don't work for anybody. I work for myself.

"I hear what you're saying, but I don't think it's as simple as that."

"What do you mean?" I ask taking a drink of my vodka.

"I mean everybody works for somebody, for something. For example, you're working to prove yourself to the parents you lost—"

I cut him off. "Damn, Leo. Now is really not the time to get heavy,” I say defensively, not really interested in getting into my baggage out here in public. “Not when the sun is out. Fuck, the women in the corner of the pool are taking off their bikini tops. Everyone is lit and looking to get laid. You really want to get back to the basics at a time like this?"

Leo shakes his head. "Man, you've got some chip on your shoulder tonight. I wasn't joking when I said you need to get laid."

"Like I said, I'm looking for the right woman."

Leo laughs. "Yeah right, as if she exists. You're so fucking hard to please."

I push Leo, grinning as I call bullshit. "You're such a fucking jackass, how do you know what it takes to please me?"

"Maybe because we've shared enough hotel suites over the years that I've heard you banging plenty of ass. I know it takes a lot to get you off is all."

I run my hand through my hair. "Leo, you're a fucking piece of work, you know that? Are we seriously sitting here talking about how I fuck? Right now we should be talking about who I should fuck." That’s the only way my mind will stop living in the past.

"I hear you, man, in that case. Let me help you choose."

I give him a sidelong glance. "You want to choose my woman for tonight? You think you know what I need?"

Leo shakes his head, his eyes scanning the crowd. I snort and look away. I drop my head back, looking up at the sky, wondering why I’ve spent so long looking to fill the hole in my heart with women who are just passing through.

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