(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.
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You’re drunk.” Molly giggled.
“So are you. Want me to leave?”
“No.” She shook her head slowly and then reached out and touched his chest like she had earlier, her palm flat against a rock-solid pec. His body heat radiated through the thin fabric of his shirt.
How did they get to the apartment again? The roof. They were drinking on the roof of Dixie’s. Talking about their kids and their exes and Ooo-berrrs.
“I’ll stay then.” He covered her hand with his and stepped closer so that he was looming over her.
“You’re so tall.” Her gaze took in his long, lean torso and broad shoulders before settling on his face.
He bent to pick her up and her legs slipped around his waist. Then his mouth came down on hers, hot, probing, and insistent. He carried her toward the bedroom, pulling back from the kiss just long enough to ask directions.
“To the left.” She pointed and whacked the wall with her hand.
He was already ducking inside, shoving the door wider so its metal bumper bounced off the baseboard. He pressed her up against the wall and they unintentionally turned on the light and ceiling fan above her bed.
As Anders kissed his way down her throat, she stared at the spinning blades until her eyes lost focus. She shut them tightly and tugged on his shirt, urging him to remove it. He didn’t.
He pulled away from the wall, taking her with him, and they stumbled back against the open closet door.
He was nibbling a spot behind her ear when she opened her eyes and found his slanted blue gaze staring back at her from his poster. He looked like sex on a stick lounging back against the door of an old beat-up red pickup truck. If Anders were to turn around and see the poster on her bedroom wall… Her stomach tightened, dreading the thought. Jiminy crickets! How embarrassing would that be?
Trying to play it cool, she patted his shoulder. “Put me down. Put me down.”
When he complied, she slid down his body until her bare feet hit the tile floor. Unbuckling his belt to distract him, she booted the cat-shaped doorstop aside with a silent apology to Smudge. Then she grabbed Anders by the waist of his pants and pulled him just far enough to kick the door shut.
The slam brought his head up and he looked at her funny.
“Messy closet.” She shrugged and pulled his mouth back to hers.
Tricia Leedom writes romantic adventure novels with a sense of humor. She earned her BA in Creative Writing from the The University of Tampa and her MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. Tricia enjoys funny hashtags, cheap airfare, and fangirling over a TV show based on her favorite book series. She lives in Southwest Florida.Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter
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