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Passion’s hideaway
Ever since enduring a possibly career-ending injury, Miami superstar shortstop Carlos Bradley has retreated from the world. His life undergoes a radical makeover when he’s convinced to hire a designer to restore his secluded island mansion to its former glory. Completely different from the women Carlos has known, interior decorator Virginia Andersen captivates him with her infectious spirit and the sensuality beneath her coolly professional demeanor.
The owner of a struggling design firm, Virginia can’t believe her new employer is a baseball legend. But Carlos wants more than just her expertise. And when he insists she move into his tropical getaway during the renovations, Virginia soon finds herself sharing the irresistible playboy’s bed. But when the media descends, she’s thrust into the limelight and her past becomes an open book. Is she ready to overcome her doubts to fight for a future with the man of her dreams?
He grabbed her shoulders, and for a moment his thoughts stopped. Her skin was as soft as it looked and she smelled good. Something faintly sweet but not perfumed. She smelled like something he would love to bury his face in and inhale. “You can’t drown yourself yet. There’s a basket filled with Swiss chocolates waiting inside for you.”
She placed her hands over her face, her voice coming out muffled. “Oh, please tell me you don’t have a basket of chocolates waiting inside. I said so many things to you. So many stupid, stupid things.”
“You called me a sexy shortstop with a squeezable behind.”
She groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
He pulled her hands away from her face. “Look at me, Ms. Andersen.”
She shook her head, her eyes still shut. “Call me Virginia. After all I’ve said to you, I think you’ve more than earned the right to call me by my first name.”
“Open your eyes.” He was touching her. He had just met her and yet he had her hands in his. He knew he should drop them, but he wanted to see her eyes again.
Welcome to Hideaway Island. Home of crystal-blue waters, white sandy beaches and the Bradley siblings. Join them on their journeys of self-discovery as they fall in love in one of the most beautiful places in the world.
In Surrender at Sunset meet Carlos, the superstar baseball player who’s hiding from the world after a career-ending injury. His new spunky decorator, Virginia, knows her biggest job will be to show Carlos that the simplest things in life are often the most meaningful.
Jamie Pope
Surrender at Sunset
Jamie Pope
JAMIE POPE first fell in love with romance when her mother placed a novel in her hands at the age of thirteen. She became addicted to love stories and has been writing them ever since. When she’s not writing her next book, you can find her shopping for shoes or binge-watching shows on Netflix.
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Contents
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Carlos Bradley heard the faint sounds of voices coming from somewhere in his house as he lay in his bed. One male and one female. For a moment he was mildly curious as to whom the voices belonged to. He lived on the secluded side of a small island off the Florida coast. He had picked the location because it was almost junglelike. Hot and overgrown and tropical. At times he felt as if he was the only one on Earth. No guests. No visitors allowed. Just a cleaning woman and a groundskeeper who came once every other week.
It must be them talking. None of his friends would come down here, even though they had offered once they had learned of his bad news. But after a while the offers had stopped. His phone no longer rang. He was alone. As he wanted to be.
He pulled the covers over his head in a vain attempt to block out the bright sun that was streaming through his bedroom windows and