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  CONTENTS

  His Unexpected Love

  NEWSLETTER

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  NEWSLETTER

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS

  LAIRDS & LADIES

  RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD

  IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS

  About the Author

  HIS UNEXPECTED LOVE

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

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  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 197

  FLORA FERRARI

  Copyright © 2020 by Raquel Quintanar Hernandez

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  HIS UNEXPECTED LOVE

  A protective father is no threat when you've found the woman of your dreams. Not when you're determined for her to be yours...

  Stella has been waiting for the right man, but a Thailand vacation with her dad wasn’t the place she expected to find it.

  When she sees Jaxson’s sexy, long-haired silhouette rise out of the ocean, surfboard under his arm, all her rational thoughts wash away with the waves.

  As soon as Jaxson sees Stella, he just has to have her: beautiful and curvy with sparkling sapphire eyes, she’s more than he ever knew he wanted.

  Sparks fly from the moment they first touch, but there’s one problem… Stella’s dad.

  An aggressive tension burns between Sam and Jaxson, and Sam is determined that this sizzling chemistry between his daughter and his old friend burns out before it becomes something more. He has a dark history with Jaxson, and he’d never intended to see him again… much less with intentions towards his little girl.

  But Jaxson is set on not letting Sam stand in the way. He might be 20 years older than this stunning art student, but never has anything felt more right. He’s determined to make her his for good, and he won’t let anything come in between.

  Throw yourself into steamy passion as Jaxson pulls out all the stops to win Stella over and tear her away from her protective father.

  His Unexpected Love is a hot insta-everything romance. Expect no cliff-hanger, no cheating… just steamy, whirlwind romance and fiery adult themes.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Stella

  The sun beats down so hot on my shoulders that when I open my eyes and see him I’m certain he must be a mirage. The surfer emerging from the waves is so sexy that my mouth begins to water. He scrapes his longish surfer hair off his handsome face, his toned torso dripping with saltwater. He’s older than me by a long way, possibly fifteen or twenty years, but it doesn’t stop my eyes from running over his body, wishing I could touch every inch of it and be at the mercy of his sexiness.

  Of course, he’ll never look my way. What interest would a man like him have with me? As I lay on my sun lounger, trying desperately to tan my pale skin, I know that I’m no more interesting than any of the other women on this beach. He could have any one of them, after all. So why would he pick me?

  But I can’t keep my eyes off him now. As he walks along the shore, the sea licking at his feet, I feel something I’ve never experienced before. I’ve never fallen in love, but as my heart beats faster, my breathing becomes labored and my skin tingles, I start to wonder if this is what love feels like.

  I know this is ridiculous. I haven’t even spoken to the guy. He hasn’t even looked my way. But something about him has me falling hard and fast. I can’t explain. But when I see him, I know I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with him.

  I guess it’s the romantic in me making me feel this way. I’ve always been so desperate to fall in love, but no man has ever caught my eye before. For all I know, this man is nothing but a good looking guy. He might be the most boring man on Earth. But something tells me that can’t possibly be true. There’s something about his dark eyes that makes me think there’s much more to him than his good looks. I want to delve deep and find out what he’s all about. I want to know him in ways that nobody else does. I want everything he has to offer.

  I’m relieved my dad returned to the hotel for a nap, and glad he can’t see me staring longingly at this man. I’m almost mad at myself for getting so invested so quickly. I might be a romantic, but I don’t live in a fantasy world. I know not to shoot for someone out of your league, which this man definitely is. But some part of me doesn’t care. I want him anyway.

  I pick up my sketch pad and pencil. I’ve been looking for something to inspire me to draw, and now I’ve found it. I continue to stare at him. He looks so good with his surfboard tucked under his arm and his bronzed skin shimmering with the combination of sun and water. I begin to sketch, unable to stop myself from focussing on all the details of his body. As my pencil brings him to life on paper, I realize he’s so much more than a handsome man.

  He’s a work of art.

  “What are you up to, princess?”

  My heart seizes and I look up. A group of three young men have come to a stop at the end of my sun bed, smirking at me with their arms crossed. I know their type. They see a big girl like me on the beach and they think that for some reason, curvy girls are much more desperate to take a chance on them. They’re all skinny and untoned, but they have confidence and cockiness ingrained in them. One of them looks me up and down, making me squirm with discomfort.

  “Leave me alone,” I say quietly, wishing I sounded more confident. One of them laughs.

  “But we only just got here. Come on, princess, show us what you’re drawing.”

  “No!” I say, clutching the sketchpad to my chest. “My dad will be back any moment...and you don’t want to be here when he shows up.”

  The man rolls his eyes. “Like we believe that story. Well, if you won’t show me, I guess I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

  He lunges forward and snatches the sketchpad from my hands. I try to protest, but no sound comes from my mouth. He glances at the picture.

  “Well, this is pretty good.” He turns to me with a smirk and then kneels beside me in the sand, coming too close for comfort. “Why don’t you let me spend a little time with you, hmm? You can draw me instead of whoever this guy is.”

  “I’m not interested. Leave me alone.”

  “Come on, princess,” he leers at me. “Give a guy a chance.”

  He leans in to try and kiss me, but before he can, he’s suddenly hauled to his feet. I gasp in shock as I look up and see someone has pulled him to his feet. My savior towers over the creepy guy, who drops my sketchpad at his feet. The sun is blinding so it takes me a moment to realize who’s rescued me.

  It’s him.

  Jaxson

  I can feel rage building inside me, but there’s something else too. Something primal and
raw and animalistic. I want to make this guy regret ever approaching this beautiful woman on the beach, but normally, I wouldn’t be quite so forceful. So what’s different this time?

  It’s her. This pale skinned beauty with her dark hair and blue eyes that twinkle like stars in the sunlight. She’s made me this way. She’s brought out a side to me I didn’t know existed. She’s made me want to protect her at all costs.

  And that’s what I’m going to do.

  I shake the guy who was harassing her by his shoulders. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why were you harassing this woman?”

  The skinny little creep has the sense to look afraid. “I’m, I’m sorry...I’ll leave now. I didn’t mean any disrespect.”

  “Oh, but I think you did,” I growl. “You didn’t listen to her when she told you to back off. That makes you the asshole. You’re only listening to me, respecting me because I’m the bigger man. But you know that already. You’re just a coward.”

  The beautiful woman watches me in awe. As I glance at her, it becomes harder to draw my eyes away from her again. She’s just so damn beautiful. Her body is all curves. She’s got heavy breasts that she’s hiding away under her swimsuit. But looks shy, like she doesn’t realize how just incredible she is. And I want to take the time to show her just how much she’s worth.

  But first, I need to deal with this idiot.

  “Apologize to her. Right. Now.”

  The skinny little weasel is shaking where he stands. But he looks at the woman and says, “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.”

  I release him and he runs off down the beach, clearly terrified, his two friends following in terror. At least that’s one issue dealt with.

  I turn back to the woman and feel a rush of adrenaline inside me. My cock is hard as steel. And I can barely believe the effect she’s having on me. All these years on my own, there has never been one single woman that has ever caught my attention. Now, this goddess just happens to be here on the same beach as me, miles from home. I came to Thailand to surf and relax after a busy period at work… but I never expected to fall for someone.

  My heart skips a beat. That’s what’s happening. I’m falling for her, before we’ve even said a single word to one another.

  I have to pull myself together.

  “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” I growl, towering over her protectively. If I have my way, no man will ever go near her again. Not after I make her mine.

  “I...I’m okay,” she whispers. “They were just idiots.”

  “They won’t bother you again. I’ll make sure of it,” I insist forcefully. I see her sketchpad lying on the ground and pick it up for her, brushing the sand from it. She looks horrified and when I turn in over I see why she feels embarrassed.

  I see myself staring back at me from the paper. She’s managed to capture me perfectly. She’s managed to get the dark smoldering look in my eyes that so many people tell me makes me look unapproachable. Even without using color, she’s gotten the tone of my skin and the exact shades of my hair. She’s damn good.

  “You’re very talented,” I say. My eyes meeting hers. “I feel honored that you chose to draw me.”

  She blushes, which only makes me feel more attracted to her. God, the things I’d do to her. I don’t even know her name and I want her more than anything I’ve ever wanted before.

  “What’s your name?” I growl.

  “I’m...my name is Stella.”

  “Stella.” Her name is as beautiful as she is. It’s a perfect name for her, matching the stars in her eyes. “I’m Jaxson. So you must be an artist, right?”

  She blushes again. “I’m still a student...there’s a long way to go for me.”

  Of course, she’s a student. She’s still so young. Another reason why I shouldn’t be here, flirting with her on the beach. But I can’t help myself. How can I let her go now when she’s the one woman in this entire world who can get my heart racing?

  “You’re going to be amazing someday. Maybe I can buy some of your art.”

  She blushes. “You don’t have to be so nice to me.”

  “I’m just being honest,” I growl. I sit down on the sun bed beside her. No one seems to be using it, anyway. She clears her throat.

  “Well...what is it that you do? Are you a surfer?”

  I laugh, glancing at my abandoned surfboard in the sand. “I wish. That would be a peaceful life. But no, I’m a businessman back in New York.”

  “A businessman?” she repeats. I can see from her gaze that she finds that fact sexy. Maybe she’s as attracted to my success and power as I am to her incredible body and talent. I nod.

  “I run my own company. I’m here on holiday to get away from it all.”

  “Me too,” she whispers. She finally smiles, letting go of her nerves a bit. My cock jerks in my shorts. Now that she’s smiling at me, she’s even more beautiful.

  “So did you come alone?” I ask her. Just as I ask her that question, I realize I’m suddenly in a shadow. Someone has approached us. I look up and see an older man with a stern expression on his face.

  “No, she didn’t,” he snaps. “And you’re in my seat.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Stella

  I can’t believe dad has chosen this exact moment to show up. I finally felt like I was getting comfortable in Jaxson presence, otherwise known as the sexiest man alive.

  But I can sense that something is off right now. Jaxson and dad are looking at one another like they know each other. I can feel my heart racing inside my chest. This is my worst nightmare. Dad would never approve of me falling for someone older than me anyway, but if Jaxson is a ghost of his past, then it’s going to be impossible to get him to let me carry on seeing Jaxson.

  “I don’t believe it,” Jaxson growls. “What a small world.”

  “Indeed,” Dad says in a tense voice. “I didn’t think I’d ever see your face again.”

  I clear my throat. “Um...what’s going on here?”

  Neither of the men respond. They just keep glaring at one another as though they’re sworn enemies. If Jaxson is from New York then of course it’s possible that he and my dad have crossed paths before in the business world, but I still don’t understand why they would dislike each other as much as they seem to. My father sniffs.

  “Why are you here with my daughter? Are you harassing her?”

  “Of course he isn’t, Dad!” I insist. “He came over because some guys wouldn’t leave me alone. I owe him for saving me.”

  “I’m sure you could’ve saved yourself. You’re not a child anymore, Stella,” Dad says crossly. He’s always pushed me to be independent, though I know he’s just angry that he wasn’t here to chase those guys off himself. He likes to believe he’s stronger than everyone else.

  “Don’t be angry, he was just helping me out. We were just talking,” I insist. I glance at Jaxson and feel my entire body melt once again. Maybe it’s for the best if dad sends him away because he’s turned me into a mess since he showed up here. He’s doing things to my body without even touching me. He’s sent my heart into overdrive and my stomach into a flutter.

  But if he leaves me here, on this beach, I know I’ll never be able to stop thinking about him.

  “Sam…” Jaxson says, to my dad. “I know things were bad between us all those years ago...but I truly meant no harm. Your daughter seems like an incredible woman. I was just talking to her.”

  “I don’t want to hear another word from you,” Dad snaps. “I’m not interested in making amends, Jaxson. Now, I’d appreciate it if you picked up your surfboard and left us alone. This is my holiday, with my daughter. You have no business getting in the middle of it.”

  “Dad!” I exclaim. He’s being so rude that I don't even recognize him right now. My father is always so charming, used to schmoozing people left, right, and center. But something is different now that he’s around Jaxson. Clearly he’s not willing to turn on the charm for him.

>   “It’s alright,” Jaxson says, standing. It’s very clear that he thinks nothing about this is alright. “I was planning to head back to the hotel anyway. I guess I’ll see you both around.” He glances at me, his dark eyes boring into me. My whole body goes weak under his gaze. “Keep up the drawing, Stella.mI’d love to see that picture when it’s finished.”

  I want to say something. I want to say a lot, in fact, but I can’t. Not with my dad here. I want to tell Jaxson how much I want him. I want to tell him that he’s captured my heart and my soul in one fell swoop. That I want to give him my body too.

  But the words stay locked inside me, never destined to be released. As Jaxson walks away, I get the sense that the best thing that’s ever happened to me is walking right out of my life.

  Meanwhile, dad returns to his sun bed, snatching up my sketchbook from where Jaxson left it. He stares at the picture I was working on and I see fury in his eyes.

  “Why were you drawing him?” he snaps. I blush. I obviously can’t tell him the real reason.

  “I don’t know, he was the first guy I saw on the shoreline. Why were you so rude to him? He was being perfectly polite.”

  My father turns his fiery gaze on me. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Stella. This is a matter between men.”

  “And you can’t even tell your daughter? Come on, Dad. I could see there was some tension there. What happened between you that you can’t possibly talk about?”

  “That’s for me to know. Just trust me on this, okay? That man is trouble.”

  I want to know exactly why my father thinks Jaxson is so terrible. I’m a good judge of character, and after seeing how Jaxson saved me, I know for certain he’s one of the good guys. I don’t like the way dad is being so mysterious about him.

  “Come on, Dad, you tell me everything. Why are you being so secretive about this?”

  I can see the anger in his eyes. I watch as he tears the picture I drew from my sketchpad and then rips it into shreds right before my eyes. I can’t speak. I'm so shocked. My dad has never done anything so disrespectful to me in his life. I can’t believe he’s just ripped up a piece of my artwork, no matter how he feels about Jaxson. When he looks at me again, his expression is a little calmer.