A Real Goode Time

About A Real Goode Time

Rhys Frost—he’s literally too good to be true. Tall, dark, and so handsome, with big strong grease-stained and work-roughed hands, a brilliant smile, and a heart of gold. He’s patient.

He’s funny. And he wants me. He wants to do things to me that I’ve never even dared fantasize about.

The problem is, I’m a virgin, and I haven’t told him. * * * I found Torie Goode on the side of the road in a torrential downpour, looking like a sad wet rat. Then I got a better look at her, and I realized I had a woman of truly breathtaking beauty in the passenger seat of my old CJ-7.

Somehow, I managed to let myself get lured into a road trip with a gorgeous, tantalizing woman... who was, for some reason, reticent to let things go anywhere between us, physically. She’s hiding something.

And we’re alone in a car for hours on end, days on end. Connecticut to Alaska, to be exact. I want her.

She wants me.