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Author<\/h2>\nEllie Eden<\/p>\n
Ellie Eden thinks the next best thing to hot romance is reading or writing about it. And she finds it even better to be somewhat scared or totally petrified at the same time. That’s why she loves Romantic Suspense. She favors strong, protective alpha heroes, but finds murderous but good-looking bad guys fun too, at least on paper. And she loves to escape into an exotic, preferably crime-ridden, location.<\/p>\n
In another life, Ellie Eden is the best-selling author of two travel books and a number of award-winning biographies about mostly alpha heroes.<\/p>\n
This book poses a question no one wants to think about–what if your significant other started an online relationship with someone overseas and then sneaked off to meet them? What if, to add insult to injury, not only do they take off to hook up with someone else, they get caught up in a frightening South American crime ring that puts you and your kids in danger, too?<\/p>\n
That’s the premise Ellie Eden sets us out on and she does a great job of keeping us at the edge of our seats all the way to the end.<\/p>\n
He gave her a lopsided smile and raised his eyebrow. Then suddenly he wrapped the towel tightly around her again, kissed her lips hard and quickly, and stood up. He was leaving! \u201cCall me if your son isn\u2019t back by eight,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
She stood, clutching the towel. Disappointment filled her. The night had been perfect. So amazingly romantic with the rain pouring down around them, the inky ocean crashing out there, a full moon slipping in and out of dark, flying clouds. \u201cIt felt like a dream,\u201d she said slowly. \u201cA super-cool dream about a dream lover in a storm.\u201d She sighed. \u201cYou\u2019re ruining my dream.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA wet dream,\u201d he said wryly. A flash of lightning silhouetted his dark shape. Thunder crashed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019d regret it in the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you say so.\u201d She knew she was pouting. How silly was that. She turned her back on him. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you just go already?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course I want to sleep with you. I\u2019m longing to sleep with you. Not sleep. Make love. What do you think?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thunder crashed again. As another flash of jagged lightning ripped the sky. She shivered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re wet. Aren\u2019t you cold?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNope,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou better get those wet clothes off.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked him in the eye. \u201cGood idea.\u201d Slowly she pulled off her wet tee-shirt and tossed it into the air. Then she slid out of her wet shorts. Watching his eyes as he took in her body in her new bikini and her silver sandals, she walked over to the balcony railings and stood there. She knew she was standing provocatively, her butt nicely rounded as she leaned on the railing. She was glad the rain shower suddenly stopped. To tell the truth, she was cold. But she hoped that would change soon.<\/p>\n
Within seconds, she felt his warm, hard body behind her. \u201cBeautiful,\u201d he murmured. \u201cYou\u2019re so perfectly beautiful.\u201d<\/p>\n
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