Wet (Book 1)
Celebrity chef Kathleen Wilson has returned to Whispering Cove for her high-school reunion. Tired of big city life, she's looking forward to relaxing in the quaint fishing village. The one thing she's not looking forward to is facing the boy from her past. The boy she turned her back on ten years ago. The same boy she has never gotten over.
Firefighter Trent Parker has never given up on reuniting with his Katy. When he hears she's back in town, he figures the quickest way to show her where she really belongs is to launch an all-out, blatant campaign of seduction. An accident with a fire hose leaves her soaked-and ignites a firestorm of need in them both, with only one way to extinguish the flames.
Soon they're burning up the sheets, but when morning comes and the smoke clears, Katy faces a choice she never thought she'd have to make again. To leave for another ten years...or admit that the heat between her and Trent isn't about to burn out.
The Whispering Cove Series:
- Book 1: Wild by Mackenzie McKade
- Book 2: Wet by Cathryn Fox
- Book 3: Wicked by Nikki Duncan
- Book 4: Burned by Nikki Duncan
- Book 5: Bold by Mackenzie McKade
- Book 6: Brazen by Cathryn Fox
- Book 7: Silk by Cathryn Fox
- Book 8: Stockings by Mackenzie McKade
- Book 9: Serenades by Nikki Duncan
- Book 10: Feisty by Mackenzie McKade
- Book 11: Fiery by Nikki Duncan
- Book 12: Flirty by Cathryn Fox
Intro to WILD, WET & WICKED in Whispering Cove
When three poker playin', rum drinkin' granddads start schemin' more than boats start rockin' in Whispering Cove.
Whispering Cove, Maine is bustling with the excitement of their first ten year high school reunion looming on the horizon. Even the town's favorite grandfathers—Byron Mitchell, Harold Adair and Errol Wilson—are anticipating the return of the young ones. Specifically, their young ones.
The grandchildren who skipped town after graduation and have failed to settle down with a family are coming back for a prolonged visit. During their weekly poker game, Byron, Harold and Errol cook up a plan to keep their grandkids home, or at least see them settled into marriage before they leave. To make things interesting, they place a bet on which grandchild will be the first to the altar, after all they're not going to be around forever and the sound of great grandkids sure would help shake things up a bit in the quaint, touristy fishing village.
When the kids arrive home, the matchmaking games and antics begin as these three men battle each other, and go to great lengths, to win their prideful bet.
Trent Parker didn't want to think about the plates of half-eaten food sitting on the long oaken table before him. Nor did he want to think about the pot of congealed spaghetti sauce waiting to be scrubbed. And he certainly didn't want to think about the suspicious fire up at Dresden Bluff that had caused them all to bolt from the firehouse late last night without finishing the meal he'd spent hours preparing.
But what he really, really didn't want to think about was that Katy Wilson was back in town, or the fact that he'd spotted her coming in under the cover of darkness, hoping to avoid any sort of run-in with him, he presumed.
A scraping sound behind him pulled his attention, and when he turned to see Adam Collins, his best friend and Whispering Cove's most sought-after bachelor, push open the swinging door and step into the kitchen, he shook his head to clear it.READ MORE
"Hey, Trent, did you hear Katy's back in town?" Adam asked, as he sauntered across the room to grab a soda from the fridge.
Trent rolled his shoulder, hoping for casual, but the hitch in his voice belied his emotions when he said, "Yeah. So?"
Never one to be subtle, Adam added, "I hear she looks as good as ever."
Adam heard wrong. Katy didn't look as good as ever. She looked better than ever. He'd gotten a good look at her when she'd stopped her SUV at the corner of Main and Little. He was on the sidewalk next to the vehicle, and the overhead lamppost gave sufficient light for him to see her big blue eyes, dark wavy hair, creamy skin and plump lips that had his cock rising up for a front-row seat.
"I wouldn't know, and don't much care."
"So you think she's back for the reunion?"
"What part of I wouldn't know, and don't much care didn't you get?"
"The don't much care part." Adam tossed him a wry grin, and it pissed Trent off that his childhood friend and fellow firefighter could read him like an open book. Adam was as quick as a brush fire sweeping through the white pines. His bright intelligence, good looks and dazzling charm attracted women quicker than a shiny lure attracted fish.
"Is that right?" Adam probed. "You really don't care?"'
"Yeah, that's right."
Adam twisted the cap off his soda and leaned against the table. He got quiet for a moment, a rarity for him since he always had an opinion on everything, then said, "I wonder if I can get her autograph."
Trent shrugged and walked to the sink, turning his back to his friend and their conversation, not wanting to talk or even think about Katy anymore. He flicked on the chrome tap and poured a generous amount of soap into the basin.
"You think she'll give it to me?" Adam pressed, refusing to give up on the subject.
"I'm sure she'll give it to you if you just ask," Trent finally said, hoping to put an end to the discussion. He gestured with a nod. "Grab a cloth and dry."
Adam didn't move. Instead he said, "I wonder what else she'll give up if I just ask..."
Trent spun around. Fire rushed through his bloodstream and raised his anger from simmer to boil, but when he caught the cocky, knowing grin on his friend's face and realized Adam was simply baiting him, he grinned back and shook his head. "Fuck off, Adam."
Adam pushed off the table and clapped Trent on the back. "Come on, Trent. You want her now as much as you always have. Admit it."
"I don't want her." Trent thought about all the girls he'd bedded down with since Katy had left. "I moved on, remember?"
"What I remember is that you fucked nearly every single woman in town after Katy kicked your ass to the curb, yet here you are still pining over her like some lovesick schoolboy. It's pathetic, pal. Just pathetic."
"Look, why don't you try fucking her? Fucking all those other girls didn't help so maybe fucking Katy Wilson is the only way you're going to get her out of your system once and for all."
"Unlike you, I don't think fucking solves everything."
Adam grinned. "Well it doesn't hurt."
Trent gave an impatient sigh. "Look, I'm not going to fuck her, Adam. I'm not going to do anything with her. I probably won't even see her or talk to her when she's here, so drop it, okay?"
"Fine, if you don't want to fuck her, I will."
"Like hell you will." The words flew from his mouth before he could stop them.
Adam laughed and gave a slow shake of his head. "Yeah, Trent. It's real clear that you've moved on."
Trent was about to open his mouth to voice an argument, but the fire alarm went off. They both dropped everything and bolted to the garage where they found the others already suited up.
Less than five minutes later they were rushing through town and heading back to Dresden Bluff. It was the second time within twenty-four hours someone had lit a fire on the hill. Trent knew the kids were antsy this summer, especially with the unusually high temperatures, and according to his friend, Sheriff Brody McGrath, teens seemed to be getting into more and more mischief lately, but rarely would they return to the scene of a crime and risk getting caught. Whoever was lighting these fires was brazen and it didn't bode well.
But something else was gnawing at him, something about the fact that the fires were set on Dresden Bluff, as if they'd been deliberately ignited at the location he and Katy used to go to make love.
Trent hadn't been back to the bluff in ten years and returning to the site now was simply a reminder of what he'd loved and lost.
They parked at the foot of the bluff and Trent and Adam ran to the top with the hose. Once the small fire was extinguished, Trent moved into the thick brush. He pushed low-hanging branches from his path and sifted through the pine needles looking for hot spots. The fire had been contained near the rocks and he was pleased to see that very little damage had been done.
As the trees closed around him, blocking him from the others, he couldn't help but think about Katy. Being so close to the spot they'd made love unlocked all those buried memories and had him reminiscing about what it felt like to hold her, kiss her, bring her to orgasm beneath the stars as they listened to the waves crash against the rocks. He thought about the way she gave herself over to him, the way she trusted him with her body, her pleasure, her heart. He thought about her unique, arousing scent-honeyed vanilla and sweeter than candy-and the way it always seeped under his skin and filled him with longing.
Jesus, it was so perfect. She was so perfect.
Then she'd left.
Trent turned back around and shelved those thoughts to the recesses of his mind, not wanting to travel too far down memory lane. Christ, Adam was right. He was pathetic. Totally fucking pathetic.
Maybe Adam was right about fucking her, too.
The truth was, he'd never gotten over Katy and loved her now as much as he had back then, which was why he hadn't begged her to stay when she said she wanted to move on to bigger and better. It cut to his core when she left, but he couldn't fault her for wanting to experience life outside Whispering Cove. Not everyone was cracked up for small-town living. He knew that truth firsthand.
Right after high school, his mother had gotten pregnant. Some said she trapped his father, but Trent didn't like to believe it. His father had gotten a scholarship upstate, but with a child on the way, he never had the chance to go. Instead, he'd ended up working the fishing vessels like his father before him. His dreams of pursuing a career in engineering were flushed out to sea. Resentment ran deep, and his dad had ended up searching for happiness in the bottom of a bottle. He'd never found it. Instead he found his way to an early grave, his mother not too far behind.
Trent swallowed down the lump in his throat as old, painful memories rose to the surface like air bubbles. Jesus, he never wanted Katy to resent him the way his dad had resented his wife and son. He knew Katy belonged in Whispering Cove, it was in her blood, but if she had to go away to find herself, to forget who she really was and take on the persona of big city girl Kathleen Wilson until she came to that conclusion herself, then who was he to stop her? But deep down he'd thought she'd be back. Thought she'd come home. To him.
He'd thought wrong.
So maybe Adam was right and it was finally time to do something to get over her.