See Through You: Book 4 of Explore Men of the Hamptons E-Book

Several years ago, Eugenia Rouse had it all. Now a single mother in a bare-knuckled court battle with her ex-husband, she's on the brink of losing the most important person to her--her son. She can't foul up again. So she's not taking any risks. Especially not with a brazen roughneck like Keenan McLain. Readers will steal away in this age-gap, older woman-younger man, vacation romance.

This book can be read as a standalone, but it has a free prequel novella called Christmas Down Under, that is available to newsletter subscribers.

Paperback page count: 337

Tropes: older woman-younger man age gap, bad boy, international vacation, generational wealth, single mom, family drama, romcom

* Trigger Warnings: neurodiversity, grief, discussions of pregnancy loss, mental health, death, alcoholism, suicide & homicide, explicit language

* One sex scene involves physical confrontation

Heat Level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️/5

Black Mystique is even more beautiful when she glowers at me. Like there are a hell of a lot more important things she could be doing than dealing with me. With those tight, track-running curves teasing me from underneath her black strapless jumpsuit, she crushes every single chick in here. Caramel smooth skin, and a crown of woolly, sandy-brown hair, wild and slicked back into a bushy ponytail, shit.

“So this is a dance contest,” Showtime explains, chuckling. “And it gets a little… spicy. We’ll leave it to our guests here which one of you is most creative.”

The moment she hears this, my Black Mystique takes off, led by the appall on her face. And drags the tenderest half of my chest with her.

Damn.

But Princess waits at the edge of the stage as if she’s coaching a boxing match and pulls Eugenia down to yell in her ear.

I can’t decipher what all’s being said, but it sounds something like, Don’t you dare leave her up there with him. Here. Take another shot.

And I’ll be damned. Eugenia actually guzzles it.
This woman must be to Eugenia what Mickey was to Rocky Balboa. What my brother, Desmond, is to me.
I’m tickled when she resumes her position on the stage, nervous and determined, with new liquid courage. Though I know exactly what I want, I’m not saying a word because I’m on the hunt for Eugenia’s other side.
Showtime cues up the music. “Now the two of you will face off with each other for three minutes. Anything goes. We won’t stop you. Winner gets tickets to Sasha Static. And maybe, maybe, her choice of who she’ll kick it with this weekend—Keenan or me.”

She doesn’t dare throw a look my way, but her quite-endowed co-worker, Sharae, eyes me and flicks her sizable breasts in my direction.

I hope I didn’t calculate this wrong.