Jessica Hale has her summer planned down to the Sharpie list on the fridge. Newly divorced at forty-five, she’s got a guest room to paint, a koi pond to demo, and absolutely no intention of making friends — or anything else — with the family that just moved in next door.
Then she meets their son.
Greg is twenty-one, home until August nineteenth, and he doesn’t look away. Not when she’s got dirt on her face, not when he’s flat on her kitchen floor fixing the disposal her ex never got to, not when half the cul-de-sac is watching. He looks at her like she’s the only thing worth seeing — the soft parts, the stretch marks, the laugh she’s spent twenty years hiding.
She tells herself it’s just the summer. She tells herself there’s an expiration date, written in pen on his mother’s calendar. Fifty days. She can count.
But Greg is a fast learner, he’s got stamina she’s never met in a man twice his age, and every time she teaches him something new, that date gets harder to look at…
A steamy, slow-burn older woman/younger man standalone with a confident heroine, a devoted younger man, and a whole lot of summer heat. 18+.
Dirk Conrad writes unapologetic, high-heat erotic fiction that lingers in the slow burn of forbidden neighborly glances, the quiet ache of post-divorce rebirth, and the intoxicating rush of a younger man learning exactly how to please a woman who already...
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