Summer at the Lake

By Tessa London

One summer was all that was need for Jane and Matthew to finally find their love.
After crushing on each other for several year, they finally admit that they like each other.

A short story that is hot, funny and sweaty.
You will be needing a fan to cool yourself off after this steamy short read. Starting off slowly, but finishing with a bang.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tessa London
• Release date: Oct 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370145027

Tessa London

Tessa London is a person who loves writing stories, whether it'd be mushy romance, or erotica. She loves writing in both of those sub-genres. She is originally from south Texas and loves travelling while also writing. Her pass time is to curl up with her favorite soft blanket and a good book.

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Summer at the Lake

A Short Story

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By

Tessa London

Contents

Chapter One: Jane

ChapterTwo: Matthew

ChapterThree: Jane

ChapterFour: Matthew

ChapterFive: Jane

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Summer at the Lake

Copyright © Tessa London, 2017

All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be produced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means – electronically, photocopying, mechanical, or otherwise – without prior permission of the publisher and author.

Chapter One: Jane

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It had been such a stressful year at uni and I couldn’t wait to take my last final and leave for the summer. It was such a hard time for me because I was just about to graduate, but all I wanted right now was to relax and get this last final over with. I had no idea what I was going to do, maybe go back home to my parents, or stay in this city and relax, I still didn’t know yet.

I was on my way to class when I suddenly heard my name being shouted.

Jane! Wait up! Jane! I turned around to look for the person who was shouting my name, which I knew perfectly who it was. When I turned, I saw my best friend, Martha, looking very worn out from the running she was doing.

Oh my God, I’ve been calling your name since yesterday! She dramatically said.

Oh, don’t be dramatic. I laughed. "And sorry, I’m just focused on this last final