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Billionaire Aidan Cross longs to escape his life of celebrity and become a

regular guy, if only for a brief time. His chance comes when his
yacht breaks down near quaint Cypress Key, Florida—the site of his
planned five-star golf resort. The golf resort no one in town wants.

Casey Stuart has given up her dream of escaping to the big city. She
refuses to desert her uncle, even when he hires the new stranger in
town to replace her at their golf course. Casey vows to steer clear
of the stranger called Aidan and the danger their inescapable
chemistry provokes. Aidan’s stay is temporary, and falling for him
promises only heartbreak.

When Casey discovers Cypress Key’s mayor is making underhanded
business
deals, she ends up on the wrong side of the powerful autocrat. Aidan
steps in to rescue her, but secrets from his past threaten to bogey
their newfound relationship.

 

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Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World — “The

Most Magical Place on Earth” — where she enjoyed working in the
land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales
by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She
eventually said good-bye to her “day” job to write her
stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels
to her regency time travel series, Lords in Time, and her
cozy-mystery-with-a-dash-of-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery
Angel Romances.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her
horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel
addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure
named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.

Casey cracked open her eyes, and the chocolate-brown ones hovering
inches away widened a bit. Luckily, the big warm body didn’t move. The hunk
watched her like a hawk, and the skitter up her spine wasn’t fear of being prey,
more like desire to be prey. What had he said his name was?
“You’re awake.”
She nodded once and frowned. The movement cost her a few smacks from
the hammer in her head.
“Did that hurt?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Sorry.”
“What are you doing?”
He gave her the same slow, sexy smile that weakened her knees on the
boat and probably assisted PJ’s wake in tossing her over the side.
“Counting your freckles. Figured it was my only chance to get this close.”
“Maybe, maybe not.” Not her wittiest repartee, what with her headache
and lingering sleepiness, but at least a game effort.
His smile deepened. “You wouldn’t be teasing me, would you?”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
The hunk’s sensuous chuckle vibrated along her skin. Damn, but she
wanted one kiss before the guy slipped over the horizon.
“I haven’t thanked you properly for saving me.”
“Well, you did at the clinic, but you were pretty out of it. I admit, I’m
curious what you mean by thanking me properly.”
She couldn’t get enough of those warm, dark eyes that now twinkled with
mischief. Definitely, mischief.
She tried a smile. “You tell me.”
“Weeelll.” He drew out the word as he rubbed the stubble on his chin with
his free hand. The arm braced on the back of the couch allowed him to hover
close.
She could feel his warm breath on her cheeks and tried to memorize his
scent for later, after he was gone. The strange urge left her disconcerted since
she’d never responded like this to a man before. At least, never this quickly.
Must be the concussion. Had to be the concussion.
“I’m thinking a kiss would be a proper thank you.”
Her heart skipped over one full beat in its rhythm. And she tried one more
smile. “Maybe—”
Hunk grimaced. “I know what you’re going to say.”
“Um, yes.”
“What?”
He’d been whispering all along in deference to her headache, but now he
barked. The stab of pain in her skull came and went with the single word. His
eyes widened.
“Maybe yes,” she repeated in a whisper.
His eyes narrowed. “No teasing?”She shook her head, immediately winced.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I should kiss it and make it better since I caused
it.”
She inhaled sharply.
“Here.” He placed a feather light kiss on her forehead. “And here.”
Another kiss brushed across her right eye. “Then here.” The other eye.
Pulsebeats sprinted and blood whooshed through her veins.
Could that be good for a concussion?
Oh, who cares?
“And definitely here.” His voice had gone hoarse, as his lips caressed hers
lightly with one smooth stroke.
No, no, no. Come back. That was too fast.
He chuckled low and deep. “I’m not done.”
Oh Lord! Had she said that out loud? Could she be more embarrassed?
And then she couldn’t think at all as his lips nuzzled hers, then pressed
warm against them. His tongue lightly stroked her lower lip, and she sank back
into the pillows to see if he would follow her.
Yes!
He pressed his tongue gently between her lips, and she timidly sampled
his taste. Mmm. Better than chocolate. She pressed her palm to his chest, and he
stilled. Did he think she would push him away?
Hardly.
This was one fabulous kiss, and she intended to make the most of it. She
quickly slid her arms around his neck. He wasn’t getting away until she was good
and ready.
Hunk smiled against her lips.
Oh no!
Had she said that too? No way! She hadn’t heard anything. Of course, she
hadn’t heard herself the first time either.
She had to know. “Why are you smiling?”
The twinkling mischief vanished from his eyes as he gazed down at her.
“Just glad my thank you was proper this time, and you’re awake enough to
remember.”
“Oh, I’ll remember.” She tugged his face closer. “But it’s not over yet, is
it?”
“Not by a long shot.” He stared at her now well-kissed lips and slowly
lowered his mouth.
Frank’s voice boomed through the living room. “What the hell do you
think you’re doing?”

 

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