Chelsea Fine | Top 5 Sexiest Places to Take a Road Rrip with Your Romantic Hero

1. New Orleans. And I swear I’m not just saying that because my book is set in New Orleans. ;) The Big Easy is a city steeped in mystery, delicacies, and fantastic music. With its smooth jazz, cobblestone streets, and seductive ambiance it’s truly the most romantic place I’ve ever visited.

2. The Grand Canyon. I was raised, and still live, in Arizona so I’m particularly fond of this natural Wonder of the World and would highly recommend it to any couple cruising for a beautiful encounter. The canyon is nothing short of breathtaking, and if you go at sunset, you might never be the same again. (P.S. It’s a perfect place for a first kiss.)

3. Solvang, California. Okay, this little town just north of Santa Barbara might be a bit touristy, with its Dutch windmills and sweet little shops everywhere, but it’s an adorable place to go wine tasting. And tasting wine usually leads to tasting, well, whomever you’re with so…yeah. I’d say it’s pretty romantic. ;)

4. Vale, Colorado. In the summertime. During the GoPro Mountain Games. At sunrise. Best vibe ever and great for those adventurous at heart.

5. Sunset Beach, Oahu, Hawaii. This destination is my personal favorite because it’s where I first fell in love with my husband. ☺ We were nineteen years old, sitting in the sand, and eating shave ice from Matsumoto. I turned to laugh at something he said and suddenly I realized I was hopelessly, forever, madly in love with the boy beside me. So if you can find a way to road trip across the Pacific Ocean, I’d suggest dragging your romantic hero to Sunset Beach. And maybe get some shave ice. ;)

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Opening my car door, I slide into the driver’s seat, turn to put the key in the ignition and—

“Ahh!” Jumping back, I thwack my open palm against the gigantic body of pure muscle seated in the passenger seat. “Dammit, Jack! You scared me!”

“Good morning.” He grins.

“What are you doing in my car?” I snap, throwing him some serious stink eye.

“I’m going with you to Louisiana.” He nods to a large duffle bag in the backseat.

I blink. “Uh, no you’re not.”

“Uh, yes I am.”

“Like hell.”

He crinkles his brow. “I’ve never understood that phrase. But okay. I’ll go with you ‘like hell,’ whatever that means.”

“Get out of my car.” I point to the door.

“Oh, Jenna.” He clucks his tongue. “This will be good for both of us. Listen.” He casually leans against the passenger window and pierces me with his gray eyes. “For reasons beyond my control, I need to go back home. And for reasons beyond your control, so do you. And since our ‘homes’ are right next door to one another, I figured we’d carpool to Louisiana and you can just drop me off at Little Vail on your way to New Orleans.”

He gives me that little-boy smile of his and it’s all I can do not to lean forward and soak it in. I hate me.

“I don’t see how that’s good for me,” I say. “At all.”

He shrugs. “You get some company on the road.”

I nod with a clenched jaw. “And you get a free ride.”

His smile grows and I instantly realize that was the wrong thing to say.

“Precisely,” he says.

I can’t afford to spend any excessive time with Jack. Not just because we fight, but because of what happened last year. It was one crazy night when we were both drunk, and we never spoke of it after the fact, but our “friendship” has been tense ever since.

“Well, I don’t need any company,” I say, shaking my head.

“Sure you do,” he says easily. “Everyone needs company.”

“Not me. So get out.”

He grins. “No.”

God I hate him. But not really.

God I hate that I don’t hate him.

I jut my chin and stare him over. “Fine. If you won’t remove yourself…” Exiting the car, I stomp around the hood to his door, yank it open, and wrap my hands around his bicep. Then I start pulling. He doesn’t budge. Like, he literally doesn’t move an inch as I tug at his oversized arm and grunt like I’m trying to move a massive piece of hardwood furniture and not a human being.

His eyes dance as he watches my struggle. “What’s your plan here, Jenna? Haul me out of the car and leave me in the street?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound friendly at all,” he says, flicking the lever to recline to seat a bit so he looks even more relaxed than before.

“I wasn’t trying to be friendly,” I grit out.

“Clearly.”

I try pulling him out again, to no avail. He’s giant and solid, and honestly, just touching him is turning me on.

I drop my hands and glower at him. “You can’t just tell me that you’re coming along on my road trip.” He cocks his head. “Would you feel better if I asked?”

“Not especially.”

“Jenna.” He leans forward and his gaze bores through me, down into the deepest parts of my being. “Will you please let me join you on your trip to Louisiana?”

For a moment, I’m lost in his eyes, debating with myself. I don’t trust myself around Jack. Not at all. But I did spend half the night tossing in my sleep with nightmares about traveling alone so maybe having Jack tag along might not be so bad after all. Maybe.

Pulling back, I straighten my shoulders and relent, like usual when it comes to Jack.

“Fine,” I huff out as I stomp back to my side of the car in climb in. “But no talking,” I say, hoping I haven’t just made a huge mistake.

He grins and I turn away.

Surely I can manage to keep my panties on around Jack for a few days…right?