"This is an excellent story, with plenty of twists and turns to keep you enthusiastic. Fascinating characters with plenty of depth and history, past secrets and hurts fill this romance as page by page you are immersed in the lives of Nicole and Jonas. There is also plenty of sizzling sex scenes that will singe your fingers and steam your glasses. This is a fascinating story you will not want to miss. Rating: 4 cups."--Wateena, Coffee Time Romance Review.
"Sweet Summer Rain is a heart searching tale of the two young souls Nikki and Jonas who must sacrifice everything because of her dominating father. Blue Ribbon Rating 4.5."--Briana Burress, Romance Junkies
"In this story the rich not only get bored they get twisted in their own schemes. The romance is filled with passion and the break up situation isn't one a girl could forget or forgive unless a total life altering disaster strikes, as it does in this unusual story filled with BDSM situations. The storyline is interesting, the flow is smooth, and the sexual situations hot, with male female, male, male situations. If you like a little love tap or roughness in the sexual situations you read you are going to love this book. While there is spanking and so forth, the situations are not harsh enough to be offensive to the general BDSM reader. Ms. Valmont has written an original stimulating erotic romance with a surprise ending that even Sherlock Holmes would never guess. Enjoy. ****Excellent!"--May Holley, Director, MayReviews.com
"I was thoroughly engrossed in Ms. Valmont tale. Jonas is deliciously presented. I wanted to bring his shirtless self to life, so I could climb all over him. Yet, I was not jealous of Nikki. She deserved a true shot with Jonas. Her character is sweet, but not to the point where you want to throw up. Yet, she shows strength when it is time for it. Ida Mae Matte is the perfect villain. I hated her from the start, just as any self-respecting person should. She is obnoxious, calculating, and most of all, cruel..... 4 Stars, Heat Level: H."--Suni Farrar, Just Erotic Romance Review
Chapter 1
No more high school.
Hallelujah!
Today was the first official day of summer.
Jonas Horville's back muscles screamed as he mucked out another one of the stalls in the old barn. He'd already milked all the cows and taken them out to graze. Once he cleaned the barn, he'd be sent to fix fences and do the other odd jobs that would keep him busy for the rest of the summer.
The blistering South Louisiana sun had been high in the heavens when he'd returned from taking the cows out to pasture. Now the air was sticky and humid, which hinted at a storm brewing. This didn't surprise Jonas, since it was coming into hurricane season. The steamy bayou country weather was predictable. More predictable than its people.
The Cajun inhabitants of South Louisiana were known as much for their hot-blooded passions as for their love of life, music, food, and good times in general. 'Joie de vie', Joy of Life, it was a code the people lived by. Their ancestors escaped persecution in Nova Scotia, Canada, for being not only French--but also Catholic. Finding their way to the almost tropical climes of South Louisiana, the Cajuns learned to make a living from the prairies and swamps of the area. They used farming, shrimping, hunting and fishing to provide a living for their families.
It was a way of life Jonas relished. No matter how many places he went in his life, he knew this would always be home. The hospitality of the everyday Cajun folk was legendary. If a person was a friend, they were family.
Although it was hard to have only two family members in a place where large families were the norm rather than the exception, Jonas and his mother, Fleur, made the most of their lives here.
Then there was Nikki.
Smiling as he steadily continued his work, Jonas was surprised Nikki wasn't there bothering him. If she hadn't shown up by the end of his day, he would linger just to talk to her.
Nicole Dugas was his boss' daughter and Jonas' best friend, the one person in this world, besides his mother, he could bare his soul to and not worry about being betrayed. It was a touchy situation, though. Benjamin Dugas liked Jonas as a worker well enough, because he always worked his tail end off, but as a friend for the man's only daughter, well, that was another story altogether.
Jonas needed this job--desperately. He needed to save enough money for the Vo-Tech he would be attending come fall. His mom also depended on him to help with the bills. Since his father deserted them when Jonas was only three, he'd grown up fast. The only income they'd had until Jonas was old enough to work, was his mother's income as a cashier at Mire's Grocery, Harrisburg's one and only convenience store, and her other job bartending at Te Cher's, the local bar.
"Hey, Big Boy, what's up?"
Jonas' head swiveled quickly, taking in the sight of Nikki through the spaced slats of the stall. In snug-fitting jeans and a tight white T-shirt with the words 'Who's your Momma' emblazoned across the front in vivid red, she was hanging over the stall wall grinning at him.
My God, when had she become so hot? Even hot and sticky as he was, Jonas felt his rod pulse. He would love to pull her up over the stall wall so he could see if she would act as hot as she looked. Damn him! Jonas tried to get his mind off the enticing, big-breasted girl who, until recently, he thought of only as his best friend.
Well, that was a lie, actually.
A man of few words, he turned back to continue pitching new straw from the pile in the corner. "The usual," Jonas muttered.
He tried desperately to think of something else, but, although he turned away from her, the picture of her large nipples thrusting out under her snug T-shirt remained imprinted on his brain.
When the hell had she started looking like that?
He'd better watch it. If he wanted to keep this job, Nikki was hands off.
"Need some help?" Nikki offered, jumping down from her position on the top board of the stall.
Jonas turned his head again to decline her offer, looking just in time to see her breasts bouncing enticingly as she jumped down from the top rung of the stall.
Didn't the damn girl wear a bra?
Jonas berated himself; because the only thing he could think of right now was throwing her down onto the fresh straw and dragging her damn T-shirt up so he could suck on those luscious tits.
Damn it to hell, she'd just turned eighteen! Barely legal!
Even if his job didn't depend on his staying away from the girl, his conscience should stop him. Right now though, his dick had a mind of its own, and even through the material of his briefs, he could feel the metal teeth of his fly biting into his straining flesh.
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