Title: Everest

Author: S.L. Scott

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense

Release Date: December 7, 2017






From New York Times Bestselling Author, S.L. Scott, comes a ROMANTIC SUSPENSE STANDALONE that will have you on the edge of your seat and swooning over this ALPHA BILLIONAIRE.

Six foot three. Dynamic green eyes. Utterly irresistible.

Ethan Everest stole my breath the first time I saw him. He romanced me with skill, dazzled me with his charisma, and proceeded to steal my heart right after.

I might have fallen for his easy going smile the first time we met, but I fell for him the second time.

Honey-colored hair. Cherry-kissed lips. Captivatingly gorgeous.

Singer Davis was the first, and only, woman to ever intimidate me. She spoke to my heart with her wit, seduced me with her eyes, and became the only thing that made sense in a world that made none.

I let her slip through my fingers once. I won’t make that mistake twice.

Secrets broke us apart. Can a second chance bring us back together?









Ethan Everest…his name alone seems to resonate strength and control and despite the ordeal he must endure for trusting the wrong people, he is a commanding presence in the business world, keeping everything close to the vest and fighting back against his enemies who were once friends. But as proactive as Everest is when it comes to his professional life, his personal life is a mess, so his hot and cold demeanor when it comes to Singer Davis makes sense, but it also frustrated the heck out of me because his mixed signals could cost him a second chance with the woman who should have been his first choice. 

I have to admit that I was a bit flustered by the first half of the book. I didn’t understand why Ethan made the decisions he did because based on his internal musings and even his dialogue with his friend, Singer was the woman he was drawn to…the one he imagined being with…the one he felt an instant connection to, so for him to not follow through when he had the opportunity to do so and then left and started a relationship with someone else despite his chemistry with Singer didn’t mesh well with his words. And, I didn’t feel like readers were truly given the reasons behind his choices because when Ethan and Singer reconnect, the drama in his life isn’t discussed for quite some time and there’s no indication as to why he walked away from Singer and never really looked back until he couldn’t give her anything more but friendship.

Singer Davis is a sweetheart of a girl, but she wears her heart on her sleeve and loves with every part of herself, which leaves her vulnerable, at times, especially when it comes to her feelings for Ethan. She felt their connection that very first encounter and even after a year apart, she still finds her heart beats faster when he’s around. The pseudo relationship that she and Ethan form is difficult for her to accept or to even understand, but her faith in what she feels for Ethan and what she believes he feels for her allows her to ride the confusion and wait for Ethan to let her in, in a way that he’ll never want her to leave.

The suspense aspect of the story doesn’t emerge until about 60% into the book and the way it plays out rattles both Ethan and Singer and forces them to face a cruel world that sometimes let’s the bad guys win even when the good guys try their best to prevent it.

Ethan and Singer’s journey is not an easy one; it’s filled with missed opportunities, life-changing moments, and a bevy of emotions that will either tear them apart or solidify a bond that started by simply seeing one another across a room. Ethan’s life is not ordinary, which means that being a part of it comes with a multitude of issues and readers witness both Ethan and Singer work through everything with determination, love, and trust, but getting to that point was not all hearts and flowers and that’s the reality of their love story that S.L. Scott presents to her readers.

4 Poison Apples




Slipping off my shoes, I dim the lights on the wall panel. I take my clothes off and hang them on a hook near the door before returning to the tub.

   The tub, warm and inviting as I step in, eases my aching feet from my high heels and the tension in my shoulders. I pour some of the bubble suds and giggle. That was so cute and showed me a whole new side to Ethan—the at-home Texan who relates to his roots—instead of the strong, quieter, broodier man I see sometimes.

   While the suds foam and the tub fills, I look out the window. The sky is clear up here. The buildings are far enough apart to avoid spying on neighbors. It’s like floating in heaven.

   I hear his knock on the door, so I call, “Come in,” while making sure the bubbles cover all the important parts.

   Ethan walks in with two glasses of champagne in one hand and the bottle in the other.

   “You came prepared,” I note, leaning back on one side of the tub.

   “I thought I might join you.” He waggles his eyebrows.

   I giggle and reach for a glass. “Come on in,” I reply and wonder if he will really take me up on my dare.

   He sets the bottle and his glass down on the side of the tub. His tie was removed before he came in and I notice his shoes are long gone, along with his jacket. When he starts on the buttons of his shirt, I sit up, scooping suds over me. “Wait, for real?”

   “Yep. I think that tub’s big enough for the two of us.”

   “But you said you don’t take baths.”

   “I also said I’ve never used this one. Seems like an opportune time.”

   “But I’m naked,” I say, worried about everything—his body naked next to mine, not shaving my legs before I went out tonight. My mind flickers through my flaws. Ugh. No. Just no. Not like that. That stuff should be shared in the dark of a bedroom under the influence of alcohol and desperate sex. We’re too sober for this. I’m too sober for this. What does he possibly see in me when he has women like Nicolina waiting?

   He’s more than I’ve imagined, and in some senses, it scares me. He’s the sort of man women like Nicolina land. For once though, it was as if she saw me as competition. The feeling is exhilarating.

   “Like I said, seems like an opportune time.”

   His shirt is dropped, his undershirt following quickly behind. Good God Almighty. What does a guy who looks like that see in me? “I see you like to work out.” I clear my throat and want to bonk my head on the side of the tub for saying it out loud.

   Chuckling, he says, “I have a gym down the hall. It’s how I relieve stress.”

   “I thought that’s what sex was for.” I gasp and cover my mouth, wishing I could keep my crazy thoughts in my head where they belong instead of on my tongue. His eyes are heavy, a smirky smirk restraining a laugh. “God, you cannot let me talk when I’m nervous.”

   “If this is what happens when you’re nervous, I’ll make you nervous more often.” His pants come down and my curiosity is answered. Tonight he’s in boxers. When he catches my eyes on his package, I’m thankful I’m wearing waterproof mascara because I immediately go underwater. Screw my makeup. It’s really the only way to keep my mouth in check at this point. I count to five and then pop back up. With my hands covering my boobs, I ask, “You’re really coming in?”

   “Yes, scoot over.”

   Good God Almighty.


Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she’s a pro.


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