Excerpt Tempt the Hookup by Natasha Madison

Tempt the Hookup (Tempt #3) by Natasha Madison

Eliahn
Getting pregnant after a booze cruise hookup was not what any parent wanted to hear, so I picked up my entire life and moved to Paris to start over. Six years later, I was ready to go home.
I was a single mom and the only thing I knew about my son’s dad was his name—Luca. I didn’t need to know anything else.
The universe had other ideas because on our second day back home, the man came crashing back into my life.
Luca
Attending a welcome back party for my boss’s daughter wasn’t how I wanted to spend my Sunday. But walking in and seeing my hookup from a cruise six years ago knocks me on my ass.
It was a weekend of fun and now I’m seeing a pair of eyes, identical to mine, staring right at me. The boy standing next to her is my son.
Now we’re living next door to each other and attempting to co-parent something that would be easy to do if the pull that brought us together wasn’t still there making things more complicated.
For six years she haunted my dreams, now she’s haunting my every waking moment.
I let her get away once, now I want to make her mine.
This time, permanently.
Only one thing left to do. I have to tempt the hookup.

Excerpt Tempt the Hookup (Tempt #3) by Natasha Madison

Prologue
Luca
Seven years before
“This booze cruise is exactly what you need,” Jason, my roommate, tells me as he packs a small gray tote bag. “After those midterms, I need to be drunk for four straight days, and maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll have hot sex.” I shake my head at him. He’s not lying when he says those midterms were bad. They were fucking brutal. I lived on pizza, coffee, and Red Bull for five days straight. But I had one goal and one goal only—to ace those fucking exams.
“We still need to be reasonable,” I say to Jason while I open my drawer and take out five folded white T-shirts. That’s me—reasonable Luca. Luca with the highest IQ; Luca who will graduate first in his law class from Harvard if things keep going the way they are going.
Jason groans from his side of the room. “Dude, if you fuck this up for me, I’m going to glue your ass cheeks together.” He points at me when a knock on my door has us looking over.
The door opens, and Nick and Tom walk in both carrying black backpacks. “What the fuck are you guys packing?” Tom comes over and sits on my bed. “You know that it’s four days, right? And we will be in shorts all day long.”
“Yeah,” Nick says, going over to my desk and sitting in my chair. Holding out his hand, he starts counting with his thumb. “You need a bathing suit, sunscreen, two pairs of shorts, and five T-shirts.” He then looks at the three of us and smiles so big. “Oh, and two boxes of condoms.” He holds up two fingers and twirls around in the chair.
“It’s not a swingers’ cruise,” I admonish, tossing a couple of pairs of socks into my bag. “You are aware of this, right?”
“It’s called a booze cruise for a reason,” Nick says, laughing. “You booze, you sleaze. It’s a circle of life.”
“What happens on the booze cruise stays on the booze cruise,” Tom says. “We need nicknames.”
“Why?” I ask them, confused, while I pack a pair of dress pants, and all three of them look at me with their eyebrows pulled together.
“You never know if it’s going to get cold at night, or it’s fancy and shit,” I say. “Why do we need nicknames?”
“Oh my God,” Tom says, throwing his head back. “You can’t give your real name. What if you meet her, and it’s just a weekend thing?” he says with his hands. “Or she’s good enough for the cruise but not good enough for land?”
“Okay, and?” I ask, not getting it.
“Then you’ve got to be the asshole and be all like it’s not you, it’s me, but it’s really her and not you,” Tom says. “It’s just easier if we come up with code names.”
“We should have kick-ass nicknames like in Top Gun,” Nick says. “I’m Maverick.”
“I’m Ice Man,” Tom says, raising his hand and then pointing at me. “You’re Goose.”
“Why am I Goose?” I ask him, placing a dress shirt into my luggage. He comes over and tosses the dress shirt back out.
“That is why you’re Goose, always making sure we don’t fuck up or do anything stupid,” Tom says.
“Wait, didn’t Goose die?” I ask them, and they all look around, avoiding the question.
“Listen, the bottom line is you need to let loose for once. Take your hair down, or don’t fix your hair,” Nick says, winking at me. So I like to fix my hair every day and wear nice clothes. There’s nothing wrong with that.
“You mean be an adult? That has consequences,” I counter.
“He’s off the boat,” Tom says, looking at Jason and Nick who both nod their heads. “Sorry, dude, the tribe has spoken.”
“I’m Viper,” Jason finally says, looking up.
“The old guy?” I ask him.
“His name is cool, okay?” he says, slamming the carry-on bag he has. “Now I need to stop at CVS and get all the condoms.”
I shake my head. “We should also get aloe vera in case we get a sunburn.”
They all groan this time. “You know what?” I look at them. “Fuck you all. If you get a sunburn, don’t come crying to me.”
“Deal,” they all say, and we walk downstairs toward the front of the apartment building.
“This time tomorrow, we are going to be on the lido deck hopefully doing body shots,” Nick says, getting into the Uber we ordered. “And if you mention hygiene,” he says, leaning his head forward to look at me, “I’m throwing you overboard.”
I roll my eyes, looking out the window to take in the snow on the ground. I watch the buildings outside, and I had no idea that, that weekend would change everything. I had no idea that at the end of all this, I would leave half of myself on that boat.