About THE HOOKUP
Is there an equation for the perfect hookup? Turns out it’s a lot more complicated than one plus one. . . .
Sophie: Numbers are my comfort zone, which explains why my sex life is a big fat zero. Then again, if I’m smart enough to earn a PhD, why can’t I calculate a way to get a guy into bed, just to see what all the fuss is about? With my prima donna sister, Bella, getting married in Maine, I figure her wedding is the perfect opportunity for my little experiment. And Cain Jordan seems hot enough—he’s certainly drunk enough—to show me what I’ve been missing. Judging by the body of evidence, it’s a lot. . . .
Cain: Being stuck in the same town as my lying SOB twin brother, Christian—who may or may not be the father of the son I’m not allowed to see—is a hell of a reason to drink myself silly after the lobster boat docks each day. Any port in a storm . . . But Sophie’s different. She doesn’t play around. And she’s becoming a habit I don’t want to break. Because the smartest woman I’ve ever met is also the sexiest—and the only one who makes me want to change.
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Sophie was sipping her unicorn tears and watching me with those big, dark eyes. She was the most unusual girl I had ever encountered. And she was a virgin. Maybe that wasn’t totally surprising, but what was startling was the nonchalant way she mentioned it. No big deal. Like she hadn’t just asked me to fuck her, like she was used to casual hook ups and wanted to dispense with the small talk bullshit. Yet that clearly wasn’t the truth.
What was also surprising was how hard my cock got thinking about burying inside her sweet, tight body. Every time she spoke, every tilt of her head, she got a little hotter to me. It was her intensity, her focus, her unblinking stare. I wanted that razor sharp attention on me.
So she wanted a sexual awakening. There are a lot of things I can’t do. Stay sober. Forgive my ex or my brother. Be someone’s boyfriend. But this? I could fucking own this. I could be the big bad wolf all damn day long. I raised my glass to her. “All the better to eat you, my dear.”
Her cheeks flushed, but given her shallow breathing, I thought it was more from arousal than embarrassment. Her tits rose and fell above that black dress, enticing me. There was something so damn sexy about Sophie. The girl I had initially thought was a wallflower was so unique I knew I was in for something different. Different was good, because I was fucking bored. And that was dangerous. Bored meant I pushed it too far, drank to the next level, itched to get in fights, and tortured myself by driving by my mother’s house and staring at that little boy in the yard, being pushed on the same metal swingset I had played on as a kid.
Fuck that noise. I owed Sophie more than a drink if she could kick those crowded and nasty thoughts out of my head for a night.
About Erin McCarthy
USA Today and New York Times Bestselling author Erin McCarthy first published in 2002 and has since written over sixty novels and novellas in teen fiction, new adult romance, paranormal, and contemporary romance. Erin is a RITA finalist and an ALA Reluctant Young Reader award recipient, and is both traditionally and indie published.
When she’s not writing she can be found sipping martinis in high heels or eating ice cream in fleece pajamas depending on the day, and herding her animals, kids, and amazing renovation-addicted husband.
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