My job? Protect the business
My calling? Protect the girlI’m not just head of the security team, I’m the brain behind Starling Key, Florida’s biggest entertainment resort. Only nobody knows. Not even the man who owns it.
I’m anal, I’m meticulous, I’m a perfectionist.
I do not tolerate unprofessionalism.
If things aren’t done the way I want them to be, someone pays.
And with a past like mine, the cost is high.
When Tawny Graham crashes—literally—into the Key, she threatens my grand plans.
She’s a stumbling, infuriating nightmare,
With a body that taunts me and eyes that haunt me.
And I can’t be distracted. Not when I’m so close.
Then I find out the real reason she’s here,
And that changes everything.This enemies-to-lovers romance brings the heat to the Florida Keys against a backdrop of suspense, luxury and bad ass alphas.
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T,
Before I’d even set eyes on you, you turned my life upside down.
When you drove like a bat out of hell down the ramp, narrowly missing the raccoon-with-a-death-wish, the perimeter of Starling Key wasn’t the only wall you rammed into that day.
But I didn’t want my wall to be broken, so I fought you, and I’m sorry.
I am sorry I made your life hell. I’m sorry I put you in that shithole of a dorm on your first night. I’m sorry I singled you out after a few drinks on the beach. I’m sorry I refused to see what was right in front of me.
But, there are things I am not sorry for, too.
I am not sorry I caught you when you fell off the gate to the northeast wall. Your body crashing into my chest wasn’t the only thing that took my breath away that morning.
I am not sorry you sat on our prized cactus. Extracting a hundred needles out of your beautiful ass goes down as one of the best experiences of my life, even though I couldn’t look at you right after. And you know I had a boner the size of Everest.
It’s taken me a long time to get here, but finally, I am not sorry you saw the truth of me that night, when my vision was overtaken by memories and my hands dragged you into it. That was the moment that changed everything. You were the catalyst. You set that train in motion. You are the person I owe my life to.
Seeing you crash into the wall wasn’t the beginning. Time and true love are simply not that tangible, quantifiable or finite.
As is fast becoming our tradition, in the words of the great F. Scott Fitzgerald, I love you, and that is the beginning and end of everything.
And true to our other tradition, my love, here is a baby cactus. May it grow as strong as my love for you. May it thrive for a hundred years. And if it ever be sat on, may it bring infinite happiness to he who pulls out the spikes.
All my love,
C
Hi there!
I am a Brit indie romance author who writes about love worth fighting for. (And who drinks a little whisky while doing it.)
I live in the smallest cottage in East Sussex with my husband, daughter and imaginary cockapoo (I will get one, one day!)
Until recently, I inhabited the fast-paced, adrenalin-fuelled workplaces I write about, as a communications professional. Now I spend my days dreaming up new characters and stories and trying not to lose my marbles in this weird Covid world! The whisky is helping.
