Title: Surfer Girl
Series: Good Sports, Book One
Author: Alex Winters
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 02/13/2024
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Pairing: Female/Female
Length: 24400
Genre: Contemporary, Romance, contemporary, lesbian, sports, surfer, beach town
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Description
Sophie Velasquez is staying at her parents’ beach house for the summer when a strange new sound wakes her up on the first day in town. She’s just graduated college and, with the whole summer ahead of her, had been planning on sleeping in. But all that changes when she finds a sexy surfer girl using their boardwalk shower after a little dawn patrol in the ocean. Suddenly, Sophie is bound and determined not just to learn how to surf—but how to win the sexy redhead’s heart.
Jessie Baltimore has been showering at the deserted beach cottage for months when, suddenly, a sexy young homeowner interrupts her daily routine—with a fresh can of iced espresso energy drink, that is. Rather than kick her off the property, curvaceous Sophie asks for surfing lessons instead. Jessie is all too glad to comply, hoping a morning in the surf will lead to a little afternoon delight—all summer long.
Surfer Girl
Alex Winters © 2024
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A wave of concern crossed Sophie’s beautiful face, immediate and sincere. Jessie liked that about her. A lot. It was as touching as it was sexy. “Everything…okay?”
Jessie laughed. She wasn’t normally one to go airing her dirty laundry so quickly, but something about Sophie’s warm, expressive eyes and bubbly curiosity made her easy to confess to. “Nothing a new apartment in a better neighborhood wouldn’t fix.”
Sophie clucked her tongue, nodding in solidarity as if she hadn’t just stumbled out of a charming little beach house that was worth six figures, if not seven in this bull market. “I hear you there.”
Jessie rolled her eyes and nodded behind her, at the sprawling beach house in the background. “Yeah, it must get real noisy here in your cozy cottage by the sea.”
Sophie chuckled and gave a self-deprecating nod. “I guess I meant my dorm room back in Atlanta.”
“Oh yeah? Which school do you go to?”
Sophie rolled her eyes, but not in Jessie’s direction. “You mean which school did I go to? Peachtree State. I just graduated. Last night, actually…”
Jessie thought her new friend looked a little young to be a college graduate already but didn’t want to press. “Congrats!” she said instead, fighting the vague tinge of jealousy she felt, however irrationally, at someone her own age already accomplishing so much when, after all, Jessie had managed to do so little with her own life.
Sophie gave a wry, almost self-deprecating little golf clap. “Yay, me.”
Jessie winced and asked, “Sore subject?”
Sophie shrugged. “Not to me, but get my parents started and look out. They were never happy that I didn’t get into an ivy league school to begin with, and my lackluster grades at a state college didn’t help matters much. But hey, a diploma’s a diploma, am I right?”
Jessie nodded dutifully. Sophie bit her lower lip. An awkward silence followed, filled only by the waves crashing on the beach at their backs and the soft slurping as they finished the iced coffee.
“So…you’re here now?” Jessie began, trying to jumpstart the conversation back up before her surprise morning encounter could fizzle out before it even began.
Sophie nodded. “All summer,” she said, making Jessie’s heart skip an irrational beat. “The folks said I could stay here rent free so long as I got a job and spent every minute of my free time scouting out the best graduate program to attend in the fall, but honestly? I just needed a place to crash after my lease ran out this month.”
Jessie nodded, struggling not to leap into the air and clap her hands together in glee. Three months of finding ways to run into sexy Sophie and her sumptuous curves and kindhearted smile? Be still her pounding, lecherous heart. “Any leads on a job yet?”
Sophie chuckled, a low, throaty sound that did strange things to Jessie’s already throbbing gut, to say nothing of the already turbulent region just below. “I literally drove in last night.”
“Oh, sorry, I was just saying I’m a manager at Beach Break if you need a good word.”
Sophie brightened. “No shit? I used to go there all the time as a kid.”
Jessie had inched closer, somehow. Perhaps when handing the can of Joltz back. She gave her new friend an appraising glance, up and down and back again. “Who are you kidding? You still look like a kid.”
“And you…don’t look old enough to be a manager, Surfer Girl.”
Jessie blushed, wishing her pale, freckled skin wasn’t quite such a blank canvas for every flush of heightened emotion. It made it impossible to play hard to get. “Yeah, well…” She stopped, unsure where to go next.
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Alex Winters is the pseudonym of a busy restaurant manager whose curious young staff would love nothing more than to follow him around the dining room reading his steamiest, most romantic passages aloud! When not writing romantic holiday stories of various heat levels, he enjoys long walks with his wife, scary movies, and smooth jazz. Visit him social media to see what stories are brewing up next!
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