Title: Wet
Author: Stacy Kestwick
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Series: Water's Edge (Book 1)
Doughnuts
were her weakness.
If
Sadie Mullins hadn’t been running on the beach to burn off the
calories from her doughnut addiction, she wouldn’t have noticed the
man not moving out in the water.
Wouldn’t
have dived in after him.
Wouldn’t
have met West Montgomery.
The
cocky bastard should have been thankful, grateful even.
Of
course, he wasn’t.
That
should have been the end of it.
Of
course, it wasn’t.
Damn
doughnuts.
Our
second date kind of sucked. Yeah, it was fun to sit on a barstool and
stare at West and watch his ass shake when he mixed cocktails and
bent over to scoop up grog. It was far less amusing watching all the
ladies, and I use that term loosely, offer themselves up to him as
not-so-virgin sacrifices. The Wreck clearly did not have self-respect
on tap. I sighed as a girl just happened to spill her drink down her
shirt. A sheer white tank top. Her big doe eyes widened as she
pressed the cocktail napkin to her breast, rubbing at the damp spot
until her nipple hardened. Oh, look! West had more napkins to save
the day.
How
nice.
West
sent me a pained look and rolled his eyes. The girl looked barely
legal as it was. It was like a guppy taunting a shark.
Stupid
girl.
Sharks
like to chase their prey.
Needing
a break from all the calculated desperation clogging the bar area, I
escaped to the bathroom. The stall I picked had a working lock —
thank God for small favors — and I forced myself to take a deep
cleansing breath as I sat there. Okay, yeah, that was poor planning
on my part, since the bathroom reeked of covert cigarettes, drugstore
perfume, and stale urine, but it was the thought that counted.
Like
the rest of the bar, the bathroom was covered in graffiti. I never
understood how people always just seemed to have Sharpies handy when
they felt like marking their territory. I looked over the scribbled
messages that peppered the wall.
Ohmygod
— West lives up to the hype, every inch of it! <3 Jaymie
Wyatt
is mine 4ever. The mine had
been crossed out and Kim’s was
written above it.
Right
below that it said, Kim’s
a slut-faced hoebag. Huh,
eloquent.
Several
seemed to echo the popular sentiment, West
is so hot.
I
spotted a bubble-lettered, Theo
is a sweetheart,
which probably wasn’t what he was hoping the girls bathroom said
about him, considering the other notes about male anatomy it was
tucked between.
But
what started to piss me off was the drawing of an erect cock with the
words, West and life-sized scrawled
next to it. Other inscriptions
saying, agreed! and totally! and yum! had
arrows pointing to the image.
The
artist was accurate too. Whoever the slut-faced hoebag was.
I did
a quick survey of the other wall of the cramped stall and saw my date
for the evening was the star attraction and, boy, did he shine.
Just
as I started to flush and rearrange my bikini bottoms under my dress,
I heard two sets of footsteps echo off the stained concrete floor.
“Amber,
did you see that hopeless blonde that’s been hovering at the bar
all night? I think West feels bad for her or something, he keeps
going to check on her.”
“Yeah,
but I asked him about it. He said she was his date!”
Her sarcastic tone conveyed how ridiculous she considered that. They
snickered and the sound of running water gurgling in the sink did
little to muffle their words.
I
stilled, shamelessly eavesdropping.
“She
doesn’t even look like she’s taken a shower today.”
“I
know! And her skin looks creepy under the lights! Maybe West had too
many shots or something tonight. He has better standards than that.
It’s an insult to all of us who’ve come before her.”
They
dissolved into laughter, and the water turned off.
“Let’s
try offering him a combo. He’s gone for it before.”
“Mmm,
you know I love a good BOGO deal, Tipper. It’s worth a try. I think
his date’s disappeared
anyway. She must have gotten the hint.”
Their
laughter faded and a hollow thunk of
the door closing signaled their exit.
Wow.
Just —
wow.
My
mind whirled, and I was annoyed I hadn’t been able to see them
through the crack between the stall door and the wall. How many other
girls out there had already screwed my West? I made a face as I
flushed the toilet, berating myself for letting things with him go
past a quick fuck-and-duck.
I
finished adjusting my admittedly wrinkled dress, opened the stall
door with more force than necessary, and peered at myself in the
crappy mirror. What the hell had that slut said about my skin?
Oh.
Oh!
I
looked down at my arm, pressed the fingers of my other hand onto my
skin, and let go. Five fingerprints glowed white before returning to
an angry, lobster-red hue. The skin around my eyes seemed okay,
thanks to the protection my gold-rimmed aviators had provided, but
the rest of me looked almost fluorescent, like a raccoon in reverse.
My hair was crinkled like old straw, frizzed and barely contained by
my sad excuse for a braid.
I might have
been so caught up in West earlier that I had forgotten sunscreen. And
to look in a mirror once we got off the boat.
Maybe.
Possibly.
No
wonder those girls had been mocking me. I looked like a hot mess.
Like, roasted.
Running
a cautious fingertip over my shoulder, the tenderness of my skin
confirmed the extent of my sunburn. I needed to roll like a pig in a
puddle of aloe, stat.
The
time had come to call this date a failure and make a quick exit, only
I didn’t have my Wrangler. We’d dropped off the dog and picnic
supplies at West’s place and come straight here in his oversized
truck.
Twisting
to see the back of my head, I finger combed my hair as best I could,
letting it fall around my face to try to hide my Ray-Ban tan lines.
Then I took the coward’s way out and sent West a text that I wasn’t
feeling well and was taking a cab back home.
Slipping
my tote bag over my shoulder, I skirted the perimeter of the bar,
escaping out the front doors without looking back. I was standing on
the front sidewalk and searching for the number of the cab company on
my phone when it was suddenly snatched right out of my hands.
I
gasped, taking a step back, and tucked my bag to my side.
“Running
away?”
How
the fuck had West gotten out of there so fast?
I
dropped my gaze and let my hair hide my eyes, trying to disguise the
worst of the damage.
“Yeah,
I think I got a little too much sun,” I mumbled, not wanting to
meet his eyes. Even though it was after eight, the sun was just
beginning its descent, and there was still plenty of daylight.
He
hooked my hip with his hand and tugged me closer. Using his free
hand, he tipped my chin up, exposing my face. Eyes widening, he
touched my cheek with the tip of his finger, wincing as he removed
it. “Shit, Sadie, you’ve got to be in pain. Hold on, let me tell
Wyatt I’ve got to get you home.”
I
snorted. “Wouldn’t you rather stay here? I’m sure there are
other toys you can play with instead.”
“What
the fuck are you talking about?”
“Amber
and Tipper would be more than willing to entertain you tonight.
Together.”
West
glanced toward the bar then back at me, annoyance splashed across his
face. He moved closer, invading my personal space, and loomed over
me, his eyes flashing gray storm clouds, but I stood my ground,
refusing to step back. “I’m two inches from the person I want to
be with tonight. Two inches. And I’d be happy to erase those two
inches if you’re still not clear on that.”
Wet is a great read. After reading the blurb, I wanted to read Wet. I didn't pay attention to the fact the Wet was book one in the Water's Edge series. So, I was surprised when it ended with a cliffhanger.
The prologue is absolutely crazy. In the prologue some things happen with Sadie and her then boyfriend Asher. That lends her to moving in with Rue on Reynolds Island. She is a photography but since moving she has been a lifeguard. Her and West's path cross is a very funny scene.
West is hot and sexy. He is very confident and cocky. He's cockiness is more funny then annoying. Sadie takes West's cockiness and gives it right back to him. There are some sparks between the two. Sadie tries to keep her heart closed off because she doesn't want to get hurt again. Things seem to heat up and be good with West and Sadie but Aubrey keeps popping up. Aubrey wants to sink her claws into West. West and Aubrey's families know each other and would like nothing more then to have them together.
West is a complicated character. I really wasn't sure where is was at with his feelings with Sadie. Somethings he really came off as a jerk but I'm not sure that he even realized how he's actions where effecting Sadie.
Wet is a great read that will suck you in and keep you interested. I can't wait to read the next one, Soaked.5 Amazeballs Stars!!!
I’m a Southern girl who firmly believes mornings should be outlawed. My perfect day would include lounging on a hammock with a good book, carbohydrates, and the people around me randomly breaking into choreographed song and dance routines. It would not include bacon, cleaning, or anything requiring patience.
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