Miss Guided
by Alexia Adams
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Miss Guided
His matchmaking plans are about to backfire.
Running out of time...
Mystery writer Marcus Sullivan is determined to find someone
for his younger brother Liam to love. Playing matchmaker on vacation in St.
Lucia, Marcus tries to interest Liam in beautiful, local tour guide Crescentia
St. Ives. Unfortunately, things don’t go to plan. And when Marcus and
Crescentia are stranded during a thunderstorm, the plot to match her with his
brother incinerates in the flames of desire. No way can Liam have her when
Marcus can’t keep his hands off. Too bad he can’t write a happier ending to
their blossoming romance.
Running away...
Crescentia St. Ives’ career as a public defender in New York
has taken a toll. Following an emotionally devastating case, she returns to her
homeland, St. Lucia. While her uncle is recovering from a heart attack, she
helps out with his floundering tour company. The product of a holiday affair,
Crescy is determined not to follow in her mother’s footsteps. But her resolve
is severely tested when she meets Marcus Sullivan. Can she convince him that they
can have more than a fling? Or will his secret be too much to overcome?
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Short Bio:
Alexia once traveled the world, meeting new people,
experiencing new sights and tastes. She’s lived in Canada, New Zealand,
Australia, England, and France, as well as spent time in Panama and Russia.
When life demanded that she stay rooted in one place, she took to vicarious
voyages through the characters she created in her romance novels. Her stories
reflect her love of travel and feature locations as diverse as the wind-swept
prairies of Canada to hot and humid cities in Asia.
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EXCERPT
With everyone loaded she
reversed the van, wincing at the grinding in the gearbox as she tried to find
first gear again. Finally, the gear engaged and she pulled out into the
traffic. Drawing on all her professionalism, she gave an abbreviated version of
the tour monologue and pointed out the most prominent buildings they passed.
Hopefully, the guests wouldn’t demand a refund. She couldn’t wait for the break
at Marigo Bay. She needed a cold drink.
When they stopped again,
Liam’s eyes fluttered open. They were deep and brown, like rich, melted
chocolate. She could see his appeal, and it had nothing to do with his bank balance.
But it was incomparable to his brother’s magnetism. Marcus had green eyes that
with one look could convince you to do something entirely against your
character—and enjoy it. As the man in question exited the van, she sucked in a
breath. Damn right she’d enjoy it, but she had a job to do. Clamping down on
her desire, she shut off the engine with a silent prayer to the deity of
automotive reliance that it would start again.
Marigo Bay was usually
her favorite stop of the day. The beauty of the harbor, surrounded by palm
trees and steep hills, the serenity of the boats bobbing in the water, somehow
gave her comfort. It reminded her of when she was young and her mother would
hold her, stroke her hair, and sing songs to her.
“Crescentia, how long
are we here for?” Marcus appeared out of nowhere and she dropped the keys.
She bent to pick them up
and admired his long length as she did. Not a hint of fat covered his lean body
and she bit her bottom lip. Not long
enough. “Usually ten minutes or so, enough to take some snaps and buy a
drink if you need it. With such a small group our time is pretty flexible, so
if you want to stay longer I’m sure that can be accommodated.”
“No, ten minutes is
good. Can I get you a drink?”
“Thanks. I’ve got mine
with me.” She went around to the back of the van and opened the rear doors. She
unearthed the cooler from under a pile of blankets. Grabbing an ice cold water
from within, she drank it in one go. It did nothing to cool her.
Two hours later, Crescy
admitted to herself she had one very bad case of the hots for a guest. She
wasn’t interested in a relationship. Crescentia St. Ives didn’t do holiday
affairs. Repeat after me. Then again,
Crescentia St. Ives hadn’t met Marcus Sullivan before. And she wasn’t after an
affair.
Just an itch that needed to be scratched.
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