First Time Falling (A Small Town Romance Novella)

By Thea Willis

COLT

'The best bad reputations are made in small towns.'

That’s why Sandy Oaks has my name written all over it.
One night stands have always been my thing. Fun no-strings hooks ups? I’m there with bells on. Or at least, I was.
You see, Darcy Williams has done a number on me.
She’s the one girl I’ve always wanted. The one who has always been out of my reach. Now fate has brought us on a collision course together and I’m determined to prove to her how right we can be.

DARCY

'I never expected to fall in love...especially not with my worst enemy.'

After witnessing my mom’s string of failed relationships, love has always been off the cards for me. Casual flings are my forte. The less feelings, the less mess afterwards.
Everything changes when Colt, the one bad boy I’ve steered clear from, offers me a job at his garage. Financially, I’m in a positon where I can’t say no.
The job isn’t the only offer I can’t resist from him. I’ve build so many walls over the years, but one glance at his baby blues sends them tumbling down in an instant.
I need to resist this dirty mechanic and the fire he ignites in my veins. If I don’t, I’m in trouble…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thea Willis
• Release date: Oct 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370344956

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First Time Falling

Copyright © 2016 by Thea Willis

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CHAPTER ONE

COLT

I was getting too old for this shit.

Pounding music blasted from a nearby sound system, reverberating around the dozens of bodies that moved in rhythm to it, sweaty skin grinding against skin.

Taking a step away from the crowd, I leaned my back against the peeling paint of an old boathouse. I must have swallowed half a gallon of beer by now, but I could still taste salt from the warm night air lingering on my lips and tongue.

Everybody was either drunk, stoned, or a mixture of both here. And why not? All the best parties happened at Sandy Bay beach.

Hell, I should know.

It was where I'd spent most of my senior year, getting laid and wasted. Now I was twenty-four and supposedly still living the dream.

I took another swig of my beer, feeling it hit the back of my throat, warm and bitter. Who the fuck was I trying to kid? Everybody had their cut off point. Perhaps this was mine. Sure, it was premature, but hey - I could be burnt out from all my years of partying.

The movement of my arm must have startled the girl gyrating beside me. She looked up in my direction, a sultry gleam in her hooded dark eyes. The slash of her red lipstick curved into a smile, the smell of booze and pot clinging to her like a cheap perfume. Trying to remember her name was giving me one hell of a headache. Anna...or was it Ally? It definitely started with an A.

Moving closer, her slim body leaned towards mine. The two small nubs of her breasts brushed my chest, making it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. The old me would have been all over that shit in a heartbeat.

One of the girl's hands slipped under my cotton t-shirt, her nimble fingers curling into the waistband of my jeans. The tip of her thumb flicked my button with skilled expertise. Any other guy would be loving this. For me though, the touch had the opposite effect. I pushed her away before things went any further.

Hey, she protested, her glossy lips forming a pout.

Sorry, not interested.

You're kidding, right? You're Colt Spencer. I've heard all about you and - her eyes flicked to the bulge between my legs, -what you like to get up to.

I knew the stories. They were all true: every god damned one of them. My shoulders sloped up into a carefree shrug. Yeah? Not anymore.

The girl tried to grab my waistband again. I know you're just playing with me. She wasn't giving up easily, but then I wasn't surprised. For a pretty thing like her, rejection must be a bummer.

I took another mouthful of beer, trying to give a damn about her feelings and failing. Nope. Definitely not kidding. I