Excerpt of My Fake Summer Boyfriend by Ann Herrick

"He sat on the middle window seat and pulled me down onto his lap. Out the window I could see
the figures of Alex and Nicole on the beach. Alex had his hands on his hips. Nicole was
pointing toward the house. I tried to ignore them.

"The sunset is beautiful," I said. Even as I admired the tones of gold and pink sinking in the
west, I tried to slip off Logan's lap. His grip tightened around my waist.

"You're beautiful," Logan said. He pushed me back against the soft pile of pillows.

I stiffened as his body pressed against mine. I could feel his hot breath all over my face.
His prolonged kiss sent a shiver of panic to the pit of my stomach. Finally he stopped kissing
me long enough for me to catch my breath. ""Logan. Let's go downstairs, now,"" I said shakily.

"I'd rather stay here," he answered huskily. "Just settle back and relax." He engulfed my
mouth in another kiss. I felt his hand sear a path up my back and fumble with the zipper of my
dress. When I heard the zipper going down, I pressed against a pillow, hoping to immobilize
his fingers. Logan stopped kissing me. His face was flushed. "Look," he said, his voice shaky,
"all this may have started as just a favor to Nicole, but now I really want you."

Want you! The words echoed in my head like a five-alarm warning siren. "No," I said firmly,
even though my heart was pounding. "I want to get out of here."

"Please." Logan's voice was pleading, and his eyes had a glazed expression, but he loosened
his grip on me slightly.

"I want to go," I said, trying to keep my voice even.

"Take your hands off her!" From out of nowhere Alex hovered over us. "