Title: Drift (Lengths #5)
Authors: Steph Campbell and Liz Reinhardt
Publication Date: November 12, 2013
There’s no way Lydia–oldest and most responsible of the tight-knit Rodriguez clan–is going to let her nosy family find out about the uncharacteristic work screw-up that landed her a paid suspension. To keep busy and avoid panic, she enrolls in a life enrichment class. The first guest speaker is a handsome artist with a wicked smile and eyes that melt right through her.
Even the “ice princess” can’t help but feel an immediate spark that lights her blood on fire.
Isaac Ortiz is unquestionably the sexiest man Lydia has ever met. The talented son of a famous Spanish artist, he’s constantly moving from one new glamorous city to another, working if and when the muse visits him.
He also has a stare that makes Lydia’s heart race and hands that look more than capable of making her scream with pleasure. She shouldn’t be attracted to this free-spirit who makes all his own rules–but she is.
There’s just one hiccup….Isaac is nineteen.
Lydia has lived her entire life firmly inside the box, and being with a younger man is definitely outside the safe confines she enjoys.
So why can’t she stay away from him? And why is she seriously considering his proposition to take off to a place she’s never been…just because?
When Lydia is invited back to work with a cleared name, she should be overjoyed.
But the reality is, Lydia doesn’t know what anchors her life anymore…or if she wants to be anchored at all. Should she travel the world with Isaac? Or continue down the road that she’s worked long and hard to pave for herself? Choosing one means losing the other, and Lydia isn’t sure if she’s ready to drift with the current that’s pulling her by the heart.
First of all, I’m an adult. I don’t have Saturday morning surf contests with my brother and his lame friend.
Secondly, I have other things to do. Like follow-up on my inquiry about my suspension. I have reading to do for class.
I will also have to work double hard to not obsess over Isaac now that I’ll have another evening inhaling the smell of his skin, feeling the heat radiate off his body, and looking into his eyes over and over–waiting for something to happen, no matter how bad an idea I thought it might be if something actually ever did.
It’s uncanny how many times I’ve jumped into bad ideas with both feet.
Third, I honestly haven’t been on a board since I was an undergrad. True, I was amazing then. And I do pilates and yoga regularly, so I have a really strong core but…
“We should be on teams,” Isaac says. I watch Deo and Cohen meet eyes and smirk when Isaac takes a sip of his wine.
Those egotistical little assholes!
I logically know they’re grown men, but I swear, no matter how old they get, I see them with their spotty first moustaches, backwards caps, smattered acne, and torn-up Billabong shirts whenever they’re together. They always did think they were such hot shit, and apparently still do. It’s past time for someone to take them down a serious peg or two.
“We should be,” I agree, the thought of competition making my blood surge the way it always does. “And we should sweeten this whole deal. How about we get a little wager going?”
Isaac smiles at me and nods. “I like this idea. What would we wager?”
“The winners have to pay for a dinner out?” I suggest.
“Lame!” Deo and Cohen yell in unison.
They are like identical braying jackasses.
“Tattoo wager,” Deo grins and Cohen’s eyebrows shoot up.
My brother always was the more conservative dunce, so I’m not sure if his worried look should worry me or if it’s just typical Cohen being wary of Deo’s insanity.
“What the hell is a tattoo wager?” I ask, half-afraid of the answer.
“Winner gets to pick a tattoo for the loser. Andpick where.” Deo crosses his arms in triumph.
I roll my eyes. “Sorry, Deo. Some of us have careers in the professional sector. Mermaid portraits of your wife might be fine in a surf shop, but I can’t go around with a minotaur on my bicep when I’m representing a client in a courtroom. No offense, Whit.”
“None taken.” Whit tugs on Deo’s sleeve, a severe frown creasing her brow. “Babe, a surf contest is fine. But Lydia is going to beat your ass, and I’m putting my foot down. I refuse to take a chance on you getting another mythological creatures with my face tattooed somewhere random. I really can’t deal with the thought of me as a unicorn on your neck or a gnome on your ass. You need a different wager.”
Steph Campbell grew up in Southern California, but now calls the Northeast home. She has one husband, four children and a serious nail polish obsession. She’s repped by Kevan Lyon at Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.
Steph’s works include Delicate, Grounding Quinn and Beautiful Things Never Last; My Heart for Yours and My Fate for Yours (with Jolene Perry); A Toast to the Good Times (with Liz Reinhardt) and the bestselling new adult LENGTHS series with Liz Reinhardt: Lengths, Depths, Limits and coming soon: Ties & Riptides.
Liz Reinhardt was born and raised in the idyllic beauty of northwest NJ. A move to the subtropics of coastal Georgia with her daughter and husband left her with a newly realized taste for the beach and a bloated sunscreen budget. Right alongside these new loves is her old, steadfast affection and longing for bagels and the fast-talking foul mouths of her youth.
She loves Raisinettes, even if they aren’t really candy, the Oxford comma, movies that are hilarious or feature zombies, any and all books, but especially romance (the smarter and hotter, the better), the sound of her daughter’s incessantly wise and entertaining chatter, and watching her husband work on cars in the driveway.
She is the author of the Brenna Blixen series (Double Clutch, Junk Miles, Slow Twitch), the Youngblood series (Fall Guy, Perfectly Unmatched), and co-writes with the awesome Steph Campbell in the Lengths series (Lengths, Depths, Limits, Ties, Riptides).