Avery Cole craved an escape. Sun, sea, and solitude away from her mundane life. She found the perfect sanctuary: a luxurious California beach house. One problem: she accidentally rented it from Jaxon Kane, a commanding, tattooed former Navy SEAL turned resort owner who guards his privacy as fiercely as his property. When he storms into his kitchen to find Avery dancing in his shirt, their worlds collide in a storm of wills and undeniable chemistry.

"This is my house," he stated flatly, each word clipped and hard. He took another slow step closer, invading her bubble of sunshine and freedom. She could smell the salt on him now, mixed with that same faint sandalwood scent from the t-shirt and something purely masculine, primal. It sent a confusing jolt straight through her system – part fear, part something else entirely. Something unwelcome and electric.

"Your house?" Avery blinked. Okay, maybe the rental agent hadn't been that accommodating. Maybe there had been a mix-up. A massive, six-foot-plus, tattooed, grumpy mix-up currently dripping seawater onto the pristine floor. "There must be some mistake. I rented this place. For a month."

His lips twisted into something that wasn't quite a smirk, more of a sneer. "Mistake? The only mistake here is you." He closed the remaining distance between them, stopping barely an arm's length away. Close enough that she had to tilt her head back slightly to keep eye contact. Close enough to see the lines etched around his eyes, the faint white scar bisecting one dark eyebrow. He looked like he wrestled sharks for fun and definitely didn't enjoy finding strange women dancing in his kitchen.

He demands she leave; she defiantly waves her contract. Forced proximity becomes their battleground. Jaxon's "inspections" are thinly veiled excuses to invade her space, his grumpy commands laced with possessive heat. Avery pushes back with witty defiance, refusing to be intimidated by the brooding alpha who makes her pulse race. But shared walls, accidental touches, and forced vulnerability during a power outage begin to erode their defenses.

Kane's Claim is a sizzling, dialogue-driven contemporary romance overflowing with explosive chemistry, commanding dominance, witty banter, and raw emotional vulnerability. If you crave grumpy sunshine heroes, forced proximity tension, billionaires with possessive streaks, and steamy scenes that leave you breathless, dive into Avery and Jaxon's passionate battle of wills. Will they ride the wave together, or be swept away by the dangerous currents of desire? Escape into their world today!