Ray of Light
By: E.L. Todd
My brother is an idiot. He won the lottery and invested all of his money in a run-down bowling alley. Since he’s barely making it, he moved in with me.
Having him around the house isn’t the worst thing in the world, but he does make a mess like nobody’s business. My friends Zeke, Jessie, and Kayden keep me sane but there’s only so much they can do.
And it’s definitely not the worst thing in the world when his old friend, Ryker, moves to town.
The second I lay eyes on him, I’m hot under the collar. He makes my body burn in longing and freeze in desperation at the exact same time. When he talks, I don’t listen to anything he says because I’m staring at that hard jaw and those kissable lips like I already own them.
But he’s a bed hopper. A playboy. A heartbreaker.
I’m all down for some hot, sweaty, yummy sex even if it doesn’t have a fairy tale ending. I’ve been down that road before. I know the drill. But with Ryker, it’s different.
Because I know I’ll fall in love with him.
For now, I’ll steer clear of him and keep my hands to myself. It can’t be that hard, right?
Or can it?
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Ray of Light Excerpt
My dog was my personal trainer.
He yanked me down the path even when I wanted to go slow. He was so strong that he pulled me along. Sometimes I thought he was walking me and not the other way around.
I jogged behind him and tried to keep up. “Safari, slow down.”
He kept running at full speed.
I kept my pace even though there was a stitch in my side. I was breathing through my mouth the entire time because I was desperate for air. My dog kept me in great shape and constantly reminded me how lazy I was at the same time.
Other joggers passed us through the park, and Safari didn’t sniff their butts or interrupt them. He didn’t even bark because I trained him so well. He minded his own business and did what he was supposed to.
Except slow the hell down.
This was the only exercise he got all day and he didn’t take that for granted. He cherished every single moment, using his powerful legs to give him enough speed to feel the wind move through his fur. He was running even faster now.
And I was about to die.
“Whoa, slow down.” I dug my heels into the concrete and pulled on the leash.
Safari stopped, but instead of slowing down, he turned around and grabbed the leash with his mouth. Then he violently ripped it out of my hand.
He sprinted at full speed, the leash still dangling in his mouth.
Why was everyone screwing me over today?
I chased after Safari, running as fast as I could, but since we already did a few miles, my legs were fatigued. “Safari, get back here now!”
He ran far ahead and passed other joggers headed my way. Without sniffing at the other dogs he came across, he kept going. It wasn’t clear what he was so desperate to get to.
He finally stopped running and switched to a brisk walk. He was headed right to a man running way ahead. With his leash still in his mouth, he ran right up to the man, almost like he knew him.
The man stopped jogging and looked down at Safari. Instead of frowning, he smiled. “Hey, who are you?”
I stopped running because my legs couldn’t carry me anymore. Besides, Safari seemed to finally be stationary. Since I was so focused on getting Safari back, I hadn’t noticed the man he approached. And now that I took a good look at him, I realized something.
He was hooooot.
He was over six feet tall. Since I was taller than the average woman, about five nine, tall men were my preference. He was at least three inches taller than me, which was perfect.
On top of that, he was nicely built. He had large shoulders rounded with muscle. He wore a short sleeve shirt, and the definition of his biceps and forearms was noticeable. I could even see the web of veins on his hands.
Maybe Safari taking off wasn’t such a bad thing…