Hot Summer Nights

By Lexie Davis

Every good girl desires a chance to be a little naughty, and workaholic Brooklyn O’Reilly is no exception. After booking a much needed week-end getaway to a remote island, she meets island photographer, Channing Hastings.

Channing is intelligent, sexy, and the perfect man to help her indulge in her wildest dreams. The only problem is when the weekend of sun, surf, and sex is up, Brooklyn finds herself questioning if one weekend with Channing will ever be enough.

This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Oct 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781773390390

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Copyright© 2016 Lexie Davis

ISBN: 978-1-77339-039-0

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Audrey Bobak

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

HOT SUMMER NIGHTS

Romance on the Go TM

Lexie Davis

Copyright © 2016

Chapter One

Take a deep breath.

Brooklyn O’Reilly stepped into the Exotica Island resort lobby and slowly took in her surroundings. A sparkling chandelier hung high from the intricately designed trey ceiling. The walls were olive in color, complementing the cream-colored marble floors beneath her favorite Jimmy Choos. She lowered her sunglasses and glanced around at the furnishings. A massive water wall sat in the center of the waiting area, filling the space with tranquility. Two overstuffed leather couches gave guests a comfortable place to wait, though only one guest seemed to take note. Everything about the place looked expensive and rare, adding to the exquisite décor.

To the left side was the check-in counter with a few women standing around, chatting with each other. The place really didn’t come across as a sex resort as Molly, her assistant, had said it was, but nevertheless it eased her nerves a bit that she wasn’t the only woman visiting for the weekend.

Brooklyn dragged her one suitcase behind her as she stepped into line at the check-in counter. From what she’d gathered, Exotica Island cared most about their clients’ privacy. Reservations were under the strictest of confidence, and Brooklyn had no fear that her encounters might become public.

Encounters. Is that what she was really going to call a no-strings-attached sexual weekend? Molly promised it wouldn’t be awkward. There wouldn’t be pressure, and she would have the time of her life if she’d let loose and allowed things to happen naturally. For the money she paid to visit this place, she’d better have the time of her life.

At thirty-five, she lived a prominent life as a high-profile reporter, sharing her apartment with her younger sister when she visited Boston. Granted, Carrie-Ann was flight attendant and was hardly ever home, but their apartment was just as much hers as it was Brooklyn’s.

Brooklyn sighed. She’d never married. She didn’t have any kids. And more importantly she barely had time for a relationship. It wasn’t as if she wanted her life to turn out this way. She’d planned on having the American Dream with a husband and kids, but her career came first in her life. It always had and now she found herself booking a weekend at a sex resort that promised her every fantasy would become reality.

The woman in front of her moved, stirring Brooklyn’s attention back to the present. She stepped to the counter and smiled at the attendant. Hi. Reservation for Brooklyn O’Reilly.

Welcome to Exotica Island, Ms. O’Reilly. The clerk typed in her arrival information and grabbed a key card. You’ll be in Cottage Six. She handed Brooklyn the card then reached for a map of the island. Pointing, she gave directions. "Here is your