You’re going to get wet…
The Pool Boy by Nikki Sloane is now live!
Nothing says happy birthday like catching your husband in a compromising position with his boss.
His male boss.
Why, hello, midlife crisis. I’m starting over, but this time I’m doing it right. Or at least I’m doing what I want.
Taking the day off from work to hang out poolside? Yup. Do I leave the swimsuit in my house? Sure.
Does my very hot, twenty-something pool boy happen to catch me naked? Oh, yeah, he does. And he likes what he sees… a lot.
My best friend keeps telling me to have a fling and get back out there. But I’m not so sure she meant for me to do it with her son.
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Troy Osbourne came once a week to service both my pool and the freestanding spa. I’d hired him last year to handle closing and covering the pool for the winter, then reopening it for me last month, and his weekly visits that followed had kept the water crystal clear and the pH perfectly balanced.
My pool had never looked so good.
But Troy always came when I was at work and let himself in through the gate at the side of my fence, so I had completely forgotten his schedule. He must have gone behind the pool house and inside to fetch his supplies, and when he’d rounded the corner and discovered me topless, he’d dropped everything in his arms.
Including the long pole with the net on the end.
It was as if someone had put their foot down on the sustain pedal of a piano, only this piano played the music of time, and the moment suspended with my long, drawn out gasp.
I was topless, and he was frozen, and holy shit, he was my best friend’s twenty-four-year-old son.
It burst from my lips in horror. “Oh, fuck!”
In my panic, I grasped at my towel to cover myself, only to struggle, hopelessly, since it was pinned beneath my body. I leapt to my feet and yanked the terrycloth up, pressing it over my naked chest.
Troy still hadn’t moved. His lips were open, as if he’d planned to say something, but now he was frozen and unable to do anything. I couldn’t see his eyes behind his mirrored Aviator sunglasses, but he didn’t seem to be breathing.
So, I did what any reasonable woman would when a gorgeous, almost-stranger caught her naked.
There is always something amazing about a Nikki Sloane book that stands out from the rest. It is the way it pulls you into a world you could never imagine on your own, even in your wildest, dirtiest dreams, yet you long for the passion she creates in her characters.
In The Pool Boy, we see the story unfold between Erika and her best friends son, Troy. Erika is fresh off a divorce, over 40, and unsure of what her future holds. She is confident in her own sexuality and that shows so much during every encounter with Troy. Troy is her best friends’ son, and so forbidden its practically treason! Troy is secretly an aspiring artist and I always simply adore books with a musical element to them. As their story unfolds, passion ignites and boundaries are tested, lines are crossed and so much tension you could cut it with a knife.
Bravo on another amazing story Nikki and thank you for once again setting fire to my kindle!
USA Today bestselling author Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there.
Now she lives in Kentucky, is married and has two sons. She is a three-time Romance Writers of America RITA© Finalist, a Passionate Plume winner, a two-time HOLT Medallion finalist, and couldn’t be any happier that people enjoy reading her sexy words.
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