Wild Child

By: Shelley Munro

Story Blurb

Zoe Underwood is one sexy disruption.

From the moment her father married Matt’s mother, Zoe has tempted Matt Cantrell with her seductive curves and driven him crazy with her flirting and provocative manner. The thing is they have no future because Zoe is his stepsister. Determined to dodge trouble, Matt leaves Auckland to live and work in the Gold Coast of Australia. A sea between them should do the trick and let him move forward without the “Zoe” distraction in his life.

Matt Cantrell is one stubborn dude.

No one presses Zoe’s buttons like the tall, dark and gorgeous Matt. In fact, every other man pales in comparison. One last play. Zoe decides to invade Matt’s territory and make her move before another clever woman snaps him up. She’ll bust through emotional walls and push boundaries. By the time she’s finished, Matt won’t know what hit him. Yes. Good or bad, she’ll stir things up and take a chance on love.

Chapter One

Matt Cantrell frowned when he pushed open the front door of his Gold Coast beachside house. He was certain he’d locked it before he left for work. Positive.

It wasn’t locked now.

Adrenaline rising, he reached around the corner and flicked on a light, scanning the wide spaces of the open-plan room. The trail of feminine apparel littering the tiled floor erased the scowl from his forehead. Marisa had apparently recovered from her sulk over his having to work late and cancel their date. A slow, satisfied grin curled his lips as he shut the door. Maybe showing her where he kept the spare key hadn’t been a mistake. A bout of hot sex was exactly what he needed to unwind.

He took half a step toward the bedroom, pausing to scoop up a shoe. When he fingered the flimsy leather straps, his smile turned feral. Damn, he’d thought he was in for months of empty-bed syndrome. With his current workload, he didn’t have time to find a replacement. He picked up the shoe’s mate and set them down, out of the way. The hair scrunchie came as a bit of a surprise. Marisa didn’t like to wear her hair loose and always wore it up in a fussy style he wasn’t game to touch. He registered the bright jewel colors of the scrunchie next and a soft whistle broke the silence. The visit was definitely impulsive. His cock pulled tight in pure anticipation and an appreciative smile bloomed. Spontaneous didn’t describe Marisa either, but this time he’d go with the flow.

The phone rang. He detoured to grab it, his impatient gaze on his bedroom door.

“Matt Cantrell.” He toed off his shoes and juggled the phone while he bent to yank off his socks.

“Matthew, thank goodness you’re home.” His mother’s anxious voice poured down the line. Alarm bells clanged. Matthew straightened in concern. The time difference between New Zealand and Australia meant it was late in Auckland. Too late for his mother to ring. “Mum? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, Matthew. It’s Zoe. She’s gone!”

“Gone where?” His breath eased out in relief. A storm in a teacup. Zoe was always testing parental boundaries. This time wouldn’t be any different. He shook his head, thinking about his feisty sister. Stepsister, actually, since they weren’t related in any way. They’d become a blended family when his mother and her father had fallen in love and married. Not that he’d spent much time with his new stepsister since he’d already left home when Zoe and her father came on the scene. Prior to his mother’s remarriage, he’d started work at a large accounting firm in central Auckland and had already moved into a flat with three of his friends. Now he lived and worked in Australia.

“We don’t know where Zoe is. We haven’t seen her since the day before yesterday,” his mother wailed.

“She’ll come round,” he said, wondering how soon he could join Marisa in his king-size bed. He didn’t want to think about Zoe. Hell, he tried not to think about her. The eight-year gap was a big one despite his sister’s maturity. Stepsister, he reminded himself tartly. They weren’t related. “She’s probably staying with university friends.”

His mother sighed. “That’s what we argued about. She dropped out of university. Says she doesn’t want to be a teacher anymore. And she’s running with a wild crowd. I’m sure she’s sleeping with one of them. She came home with bruises all over her neck.”