Break It To Love

Predictable alpha male, Scott Worth, bumps into Sara, a former crush, and instantly regrets accepting her invitation to a barbecue. But when he meets Sara’s much younger sister, Lizzie, he’s soon counting his lucky stars. Break it to Love is a new adult, erotic romance. This sexy story contains graphic language, steamy love and sex scenes, plus a host of emotional highs and lows.

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“Do you remember me? We were at school together.” The blonde extended her hand.

Scott squeezed her fingers and forced a smile, which didn’t quite reach his eyes. He sifted the past, revisited the upper sixth and his final year in the UK. He hadn’t returned. Until now.

“Sara, Sara Fyne.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t recognise you.”

She didn’t look like the girl he once lusted after, along with most of the other boys in school; Sara was the hottest girl in town, and everyone fancied her, even some of the teaching staff. Tall, blonde, curvy, sporty, temptingly sexy and bright too. For a long while, he thought about her when he was with other girls, but Sara had started dating someone else and that was that. He didn’t even get to first base before his family left Britain for Australia.

“Jet lag… I…”

“Don’t apologise, let’s face it, it’s a different lifetime. Are you over for a holiday?”

“No, for work. We have offices in London.”

“How long are you here?”

“About twelve weeks, I’m staying near Barbican.”

“Is your family with you?”

“Mum and Dad don’t travel with me for work.” He laughed. “Do you ever see what’s-his-name? You know, that arsehole, always picked for the first team in every bloody sporting event. What was his name?”

“Phil Michaels. Yes, I often see the arse, I married him.”

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be. I’m not. Look, here’s my card, if you’re at a loose end while you’re here, text me, come over, reconnect with the arse,” she said, getting out at St Paul’s.

Scott left the tunnels at Chancery Lane and made his way to work.

That night, he took out Sara’s card and thought about all the times he had fantasised about her. Jeez, she’s really let herself go. Wonder Boy is probably a slob too. He hadn’t reconnected with anyone, and wondered if it was a good idea, but sent a brief message anyway.

Are you busy this weekend? said Sara’s reply.

Scott hesitated. He wasn’t sure whether he could be bothered; still, he had a low boredom threshold and although he’d had a couple of nights out with colleagues he didn’t fancy spending too much time and money in bars or clubs.

Nothing in particular.

We’re having a barbecue on Saturday, just a few friends. The address is…

By Saturday, Scott regretted his hasty acceptance and could not have been more pissed off with himself. He’d show up, and leave as soon as possible. On the way, he stopped off to buy beer and wine, and headed for the DLR to take him to Greenwich. The river always looked the same, and parts of his familiar old territory hadn’t changed. Sara’s house was walking distance from the Naval College, so he went through the grounds, mingling with tourists, taking his time.

At the Michaels’ house, the door was opened by a girl who could only have been Sara’s little sister, all grown up. Surprise punched the air out of him.

“You must be Scott. It’s great that you’re here. I’m Lizzie, come in.”

“There’s beer and wine, it’ll probably need chilling,” he said, pointing to the bag.

“Okay, I’ll sort it out in a minute. Come through, everyone’s in the garden, you might know a few people. Sara and Phil kept in touch with most of their school friends, mad, isn’t it?” Lizzie led him through to the back of the house and into the garden.

“Sara, Phil, here’s Scott.”

Phil waved from behind the grill. “Hi, pleased you could make it. Sara, get Scott a drink, will you? I can’t leave the steak. Lizzie, give me a hand, I’m losing the plot!”

Scott watched the girl wiggle away.

“I see you’ve met Lizzie,” said Sara, arriving with his beer. “Cheers.” She chinked her glass against the bottle.