(The Key West Escape, #2)
Published by: Firefly Hill Press
Publication date: May 8th 2018
Genres: Adult, Adventure, Romance
Perfect for fans of Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Janet Evanovich, this action-packed sequel to Rum Runner from a fresh voice in contemporary romance offers a sexy and comedic take on love, adventure, and what it means to trust your heart.
Troubles are piling up for Molly MacBain. Between navigating the moods of an increasingly sassy teenage daughter, battling mounting financial difficulties, and dealing with her daughter’s deadbeat dad, Molly certainly doesn’t need any more stress in her life. But when she learns that her best friend, Sophie, has been keeping a huge secret from her, she’s beyond bowled over. Apparently, Sophie’s soon-to-be brother-in-law is Molly’s idol, country music superstar Anders Ostergaard and after years on the country music circuit herself, Molly can’t help but have a fan-girl moment when she finally meets him.
Anders flies to Key West to attend his brother’s wedding and keep a low profile after a Vegas scandal makes him a tabloid target. Usually, he has a strict rule about getting involved with fans, but Molly MacBain’s sharp wit and refreshing openness draws him in like no one has before.
But romance and flirting take a backseat when Molly’s daughter witnesses a murder and winds up in Jamaica. Anders offers Molly the use of his private plane to bring her home and together, they set off for Montego Bay. Between racing against her ex’s impending visit and the hitman hunting for the witness to his crime, both Molly and Anders are completely unaware they’re being stalked by an even greater danger.
In the sultry Caribbean, Anders and Molly discover when a man who’s sworn off love and a woman who guards her heart can’t keep their hands off of each other, something’s gotta give. If their luck doesn’t run out first.
Two. Her friends had been keeping something very important from her because apparently, they felt she couldn’t handle the truth. And three. She was standing in front of Anders Ostergaard with a uniboob and a gallon of water in the ass of her pants.
“Dagnabit,” she murmured as she turned around to face the man who was standing within spitting distance. Six-feet-two-inches of long, lean muscle packed into faded blue jeans and a form-fitting baby blue T-shirt. Artfully messy dirty blond hair and a ruggedly handsome, chiseled face that had helped him win the title of “Sexiest Man Alive” more than once. There was a healing cut on his right cheekbone that was from his recent accident, but otherwise, he was perfect. Seen in this setting, the family resemblance to Jimmy Panama was unmistakable. “You’re related to Jimmy.”
At least that’s what she thought she said.
What came out of her mouth must have been gibberish because Anders sent a questioning look to Sue who shrugged. “I could be wrong but I think she said ‘You’re late, mini.’”
Molly shook her head and tried again, but she couldn’t seem to make her mouth work. She’d seen Anders Ostergaard in concert more than once, but she’d never been this close to him before. Looking at him was like looking into the sun. Her eyeballs hurt and she was pretty sure she was going to go blind or pass out before she was done, but she couldn’t look away.
She knew that face so well. Knew it with the familiarity of someone who had studied hundreds of photographs of it over a decade and a half. She knew the bump in his slightly bent nose and the faint cleft in his chin. She knew how many laugh lines creased the corners of his slanted blue eyes. She knew the shape of his lips. The angle of his square jaw and the light dusting of dark blond stubble that covered it.
As impossible as it sounded, he was even more attractive in person. It had to be the natural charisma that oozed off of him, and the confident, relaxed vibe he radiated in waves that quietly commanded people’s attention. It was that special, indefinable quality really famous people had that made them a star. And he had it in spades.
When he grinned at her, it had the equivalent effect on her insides as a solar flare on the sun’s surface. Red blobs outlined in shades of yellow and orange flashed behind her eyelids.
“Hi, there,” he said. “I’m Anders.” The words were spoken through a tunnel, far away and too close at the same time.
What did you do when the man you’ve idolized for most of your adult life suddenly stood before you?
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