Author: Alice Clayton
Series: Cocktail #2
Published by Gallery Books
Release Date June 24, 2014
Genres: New Adult Romance
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In this sequel to Wallbanger, the second book in the Cocktail series, fan favorites Caroline and Simon negotiate the rollercoaster of their new relationship while house-sitting in San Francisco.
Playing house was never so much fun—or so confusing. With her boss on her honeymoon, Caroline’s working crazy long hours to keep the interior design company running—especially since she’s also the lead designer for the renovation of a gorgeous old hotel on Sausalito. So with her hotshot photographer boyfriend gallivanting all over the world for his job, she and Simon are heavy-duty into “absence makes the heart grow fonder” mode. Neither has any complaints about the great reunion sex, though! Then Simon decides he’s tired of so much travelling, and he’s suddenly home more. A lot more. And wanting Caroline home more, too. Though their friends’ romantic lives provide plenty of welcome distraction, eventually Caroline and Simon have to sort their relationship out. Neither wants “out of sight, out of mind,” but can they create their own happy mid-ground cliché?
USA TODAY bestselling author Alice Clayton delivers another delicious, frothy cocktail of a book, shaking up her characters, stirring in laugh-out-loud humor, and serving sizzling romance straight up!
Are you ready for more Simon and Caroline? I know I certainly am, but let’s be honest here. It’s all about the main man, Clive! Cannot wait to see what sexy shenanigans these guys are up to next!
Simon? I . . . uh . . . what is that cologne?”
“They should bottle that shit,” I breathed, my voice going
“It comes in a can.”
“It’s really working for you,” I moaned as he dipped his head
down and dragged his tongue right up my neck.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he murmured, burying one hand in
“Did you do this on purpose? This whole handyman fantasy?
The tool belt? The abs? The—holy fuck.” I gasped when he took my hand and pressed it against his . . . drill bit.
“You came home early,” he explained, thrusting into my hand. “I like early.”
“Lucky me.” I sighed and dropped my head back against the wall. He took this to be a green light, because within seconds my shirt was ripped, my skirt was pushed up, and he’d wrapped my legs around his tool belt.