Hot Summer Book Novels & Stories

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.

Arya We only have a week left of being at the cabin before we need to go back to our real lives. My book is nearly done! Which is amazing! It usually takes me longer to write, but I think this one was easier because of the experiences I’ve had this summer.

I hear my stepfather Jackson calling from the pool shed. I’m coming!” I holler back. I have my bikini on because I want to go swimming. It’s too hot for me and I need to cool down. I feel the weight of my tits and bite down on my lip. Going to the pool shed I see that he’s already taking things out. “It’s the beginning of the summer and it’s too hot!” I cry out to him as I bring the chairs to the patio, setting them up. We bring the picnic table together to the patio and it’s almost all the way set up.

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

She asked. “A boiling hot pot filled with it's goodness!”

Lucia's eyes fluttered shut, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought against the mounting tide of her heat. Lucia's fingers dug into the worn wooden panelling as another wave of searing heat ripped through her. She clenched her eyes shut, fighting the primal urges running through her. The cool, damp air of the cabin did little to quell the fire that raged within her. A low, guttural growl rumbled from Aiden's chest as he stepped towards her, his piercing blue eyes filled with a mix of concern and barely restrained desire. "Lucia, you have to stay. It's not safe out there for you right now."

Until we meet again. She added a kissing emoji. She was a temptress to the end. In just a few days, she had given me the thrill of a holiday fling, an experience I kept replaying in my mind. Once we returned to normal life, I found myself fixated on Tessa. She felt like an addictive drug, and my thoughts often drifted back to our encounters. In contrast, my interest in Sophie waned. Finally, one day, I could not resist anymore and decided to reach out to Tessa. Just then, a message from Sophie popped up.

According to Hunter, Blake’s highly-ranked beta was murdered and he hasn’t brought down the law on the murderer yet. No one with the guts to injure one of my men who see the sunset, that I promised. *** “There you are!” Summer came from behind a tree. She was dressed in a long coat. It was too hot out for it but it made my imagination wonder what was underneath. “Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t want to go to the party?” She lifted a shoulder. She dug into her coat and pulled out a bottle of scotch. “I thought this would be more fun. Did I get your brand?”

"Hazie, what's going on? You are burning up so badly." Hazel was terrified of going into heat. She had packed her pills in a backpack but changed her mind about the backpack just before leaving. Since everyone wanted to hike to the waterfalls, she switched all her stuff to a daypack to fit more water. She wasn't sure if she had moved the pills out of the backpack to the daypack. She couldn't find them anywhere now. A feverish panic gripped her, making her head throb and burn. "You go have fun. I just need to rest up a bit," Hazel said, flashing an assuring smile at Jade despite the thrumming pulse under her skin.

Knowing Juliette, they'd probably still spend an hour more before she'd finally decide on something. "Better to be a hoe, than to not be whole," Sam piped up. Sensing our confusion, she chuckled. "It's from my book." A string of 'ohs' was what followed her statement. We needed no further explanation to understand what she meant. "What was the book title this time?" I asked, smiling lightly. "I Am A Teenager In Heat," she answered between laughs - something we soon joined in. "Who even names their book that?" Juliette reasoned, chuckling softly.