Check out an excerpt from The Hazards of Skinny Dipping by Alyssa Rose Ivy. The story is a funny, heart warming, and cautionary tale about getting what you always wanted.

Here’s the synopsis, and if it doesn’t convince that you should read the book, check out the excerpt below.

Synopsis: This isn’t a deep book about first loves or self-discovery. If you want a book like that, I’d be happy to recommend one, but I don’t have that kind of story to tell. Instead my story is about rash decisions and finding out that your dream guy is bad in bed. It’s the story of when I finally went skinny dipping, and how my life was never the same again. Oh, and it’s also the story of my freshman year of college and realizing Mr. Right might have been there all along.

The Hazards of Skinny Dipping by Alyssa Rose Ivy

Excerpt

“Hey, is that you, Juliet?” It may have been dark, but I’d know that voice anywhere. It was deep and incredibly sexy.

I wanted to slip under the water and never come back up. Dylan Bradley was talking to me while I was naked. “Uh, yeah. Hi, Dylan.” To this day, I blame it on the music. If Katy Perry hadn’t been blaring, he might never have looked.

“Isn’t it a little late for a swim?”

“Not really. I like staying up late.” Could I sound lamer?

He disappeared, but I knew it wasn’t over. He reappeared a moment later through a patch of trees.

I treaded water in the deepest part of the pool, hoping the dim lighting hid how completely naked I was.

“Mind if I turn that down?” He pointed up at the speakers.

“Sure. The controls are—”

“Behind the bar. I know.” Dylan had spent plenty of nights swimming at our house. Even though his house was far bigger, his dad had refused to put in a pool. Mr. Bradley claimed that if you were at the beach, you didn’t need a manmade concrete hole to swim in.

Dylan turned off the music. So much for turning it down. “I heard you’re going to Harrison this year.”

“Yeah. I’m actually starting college.” I continued treading water, praying he wouldn’t move any closer.

“Cool. I’ll probably see you around then.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you were still up there.” Total lie. I was well aware Dylan was a senior at Harrison University. I hated to admit it, but I Facebook stalked him. I’d probably have real life stalked him if we didn’t live five hours away from each other. To say I had a crush on Dylan would be the understatement of the century.

His expression let me know how little he believed me. “Yeah. It’s my last year, but Kyle’s going to be a freshman.”

“Yeah?” I, of course, knew that too, but not from internet stalking. I couldn’t care less about his brother, Kyle. It was Dylan who always had my attention. I’d found out about Kyle’s plans from my mother.

Dylan looked even better than I remembered. Despite the dim lighting, I could see his slight tan—normally it was a lot deeper. I guess his summer internship had kept him from spending as much time at the beach as usual. His brown hair still had just a little bit of a curl to it. He wore it shorter than I’d ever remembered seeing it.

“You look kind of cold. Where’s your towel?” He glanced around.

“Oh, I’m okay.”

“Come on, you can’t stay in the pool all night.”

I would stay as long as I had to.

“Wait a second.” A small smile spread across his face. He walked toward the chairs, and my heart sunk. When he turned back toward me, he had my bikini top wrapped around his hand. “Are you skinny dipping?”

“Umm, maybe.”

“By yourself?”

What was that supposed to mean? “Isn’t that part obvious?”

He grinned. “Wow, I never took you for an exhibitionist.”

“This is a private pool.”

“Now you really need to get out.”

“Shut up. Not until you leave.”

“You’re too cold. You won’t make it that long.”

“You’re wrong.” I sure hoped he was.

“All right. If you’re not getting out anytime soon, I’m going to join you.” He pulled off his t-shirt.

Oh my god. Was Dylan Bradley about to get naked in front of me? I had to be dreaming. This was not the kind of thing that ever happened to me—at least not when I was awake.