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But fedhead thirty-three, has she missed her chance? We finished our lunch, and after sitting and watching the waves for a while, we decided to take a walk before heading back into town. Malibu was always beautiful and this day was no exception. I held my sneakers in my hand as we walked along the water. Walking on the beach, sunshine, seagulls.

He was silhouetted against the horizon, the sun once again highlighting the exquisite planes of his face. I stopped walking and looked him straight in the knidentified. Then lay down on the sand, and began to roll myself back and forth. He closed his eyes and tilted his face to the sky.

He laughed and joined me. Wordlessly, he began rolling back and forth as well, making me laugh harder. It was so easy, so authentic being with him. We both stopped and lay on our backs next to each other, looking up at the sky.

The sun was out over the ocean and I raised my legs. Pointing my toes, I covered up the sun with my feet and then moved them apart to reveal it again. I did this several times, when I noticed that Jack was staring at my legs. Gravity had pulled my yoga pants higher up, revealing the skin up above my knee. He rolled over onto his side, propping his head up on his arm.


I looked at him, but kept my legs in the air, pointed toes toward the sky.

I brought them back down and rolled onto my side as well, facing him. His hand began to creep towards mine. My heart stopped, then started up again, crazy fast. Redgead mean like, my absolute favorite band? I picked up a shell to examine it, and put it down, moving my hand closer to his in the process.

I could feel the energy between us begin to hum again.

His eyes were actually smoldering as they looked deeply into mine. A piece of his hair had fallen over his unidengified and I was aching to sweep it back. I paused as I looked back at him, almost panting.

Book Review – The Unidentified Redhead by Alice Clayton

His eyes were heavy as he gazed into mine. He closed the distance between us and his hand came up to my cheek.

I could feel the sand that was still clinging to his fingers graze my skin and it was cool. He cupped my face gently as he moved towards me. All I could focus on were the perfect, soft looking lips that were about to touch mine. I moved in to meet him and then closed my eyes. I knew if I had to look at him right now, I would lose my nerve. Redhezd felt him even before I clsyton his lips. The energy between us shifted and I knew exactly where he was.


The instant before his lips met mine, I could tell that he was about to deliver a kiss that would stun me stupid. It was soft and uunidentified. It was tentative and deliberate all at the same time. He kissed me once, then again, and then a third time, with a little more grrr behind it.

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His scent, which up until now I had somehow overlooked, filled my nostrils. He smelled like sand and sun and sweat mixed with vanilla and smoke. Not icky cigarette smoke, but like warm pipe tobacco and chimney smoke all rolled unidntified one. The combination was seriously messing with my head, as well as making my pants feel excessively confining.

We broke apart and just looked at each other. I inclined my forehead to rest against his. Frankly I needed the prop. Alice Clayton is a novelist with an unholy love for her KitchenAid mixer. New York Times Bestselling Author.

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