I'm a little young to be starting over, but I'm excited about the fresh start in Fortitude, Florida. On day one I meet the island's too-hot to handle police chief and decide quickly that I'm not, or shouldn't be, interested in what he's trying to sell. I know the type: too cocky, too confident, too controlling. I take a pass but Connor Easton doesn't make it easy to say no.
Fortitude has never seen anything as sexy as Scarlett Blake. But I’ve played it wrong, went at her too casually like I didn't already know that she is meant to be mine. When Scarlett backs herself into a corner and is convinced to accompany me as my date to a wedding, she agrees only with the stipulation that she is only pretending to be my girlfriend for the night, not anything more. No problem, I've got all evening to prove to her that nothing I’m feeling for her is fake.
I haven’t been home in years. I’m not sure I’ll stay, just need to take care of some business before I move on again. But then Charlotte Wright returns to Fortitude and well, she’s forever been on my list of unfinished business. I’m not sure if Charlotte, presently the darling of Hollywood, is just slumming or if there’s any chance we can pick up where we left off when we were just kids.
I have a love/hate relationship with both Hollywood and Lucien Cole. I come back to Fortitude, in the middle of nowhere, whenever I need to get away. It’s always been my secret hiding place. But now Lucien is back, and suddenly my little island doesn’t seem to offer the same escape. There’s no rest, no relaxation, and apparently, no getting away from either the paparazzi or Lucien.
Honestly, I don’t have time for dating—certainly not blind dates! I’m single-handedly running the only real estate agency on the island and trying not to lose my mind. I’ve only agreed to the stupid date to appease my neighbor, Pearl, who seems to think it’s her life’s work to find me a mate. But then, Sam Middleton. *Sigh* I’m in love. Too bad the date is a fiasco and I’m sure I’ll never hear from him again.
I’m not back on the island a week before I’m wrangled into a blind date. I’m looking to put Fortitude behind me, not put down roots. But then I see her, Maggie Sutton, and I change my tune. Yeah, I’ll take that date, and whatever else she wants to give. I can’t decide if the night is a horror or a comedy of errors, and I’m not sure she hasn’t purposefully sabotaged the date. But I’m willing to hang around a bit longer and find out what the truth is.
I should be getting ready to be married, far away from the memories of Fortitude, Florida. But no, I’m back, forced to settle my father’s estate. Estate? Hah. The place might have gorgeous views and be worth quite a penny, but I want nothing to do it—and even less to do with the mouth-watering Ian Sargent. He’s building a life on Fortitude while I’m trying desperately to get away from it.
As soon as I see her, I know she has to be mine. I only stumbled across her, trying to board up the old Lorde place before the storm. After an invigorating first encounter, I can’t get her out of my mind. She’s got some pretty bad memories of the island and I’ve got only week to convince her to stay, to prove to her that she’ll always be safe with me.
I’m the only journalist on Fortitude, running the only newspaper on the island. I'm thrilled when the island's notorious gangster finally agrees to an interview but excitement quickly turns to horror when I show up at his house and discover that he's been murdered. As if that's not bad enough, I think the murderer knows I’m a witness. This sends me running, straight into the arms of Jake Forrester.
When Lucy Abbott walks into my arms outside the Salty Crab, I'm blindsided. She's just witnessed a murder and believes her life is in danger, and she’s willing to pay someone to keep her safe. One look at her, beyond the bravery she tries to project, and I know she's meant to be mine. I’ll move heaven and earth to keep her safe.
I’ve just escaped my hum-drum life and a nasty divorce, bought a sweet little place on Fortitude Island sight unseen. When I arrive, I immediately realize that it is a sight, and I should have left it unseen. The old cottage is nearly inhabitable. There are only two contractors on the island and only one of them is younger than eighty. So that’s how I wind up with Dawson Bremer fixing up my place. He’s entirely too sexy for me right now, but oh, how I want him to use his tool on me.
She’s a mess—both the ramshackle cottage and her new owner. Yeah, Julia Mackie’s got bad romance written all over her, fresh off a divorce. She pretends she wants nothing to do with me while I work on her new house. But I catch her watching me, so I know she’s hoping I do something about the desire she’s trying to avoid. But I'm not looking for anything long term, now matter how appealing she is.
I’m back in Fortitude for good. I’ve left New York City for the slower pace of life on the island. I’m eager to set up my new practice and reconnect with my brothers here. I know as soon as I see Claire that I need to make her mine. But after only a taste, she pushes me away. I plan on giving her as long as she needs to accept the truth, that we belong together. When you meet the one, there’s no time limit as to how long you’ll wait.
I have no business getting involved with the likes of Ethan Gerard. None whatsoever. There’s no future for us. I can resist his cheesy come-on lines, but I can’t resist him. One night of passion leads to a day-after of regret. I’m stuck in the past, unable to move forward. And no matter how delicious his bedside manner is, I don't think he can help me.
At the last minute, I’m left in the lurch without a dog sitter for Merle. But the owner of Merle’s sister comes to the rescue. One look at Alice and I’m blown away. She can’t hide her answering attraction, but she makes it perfectly clear that she’s not interested in anything I’m offering. Luckily, I’m a patient man.
I’m hooked as soon as I lay my eyes on Liam. And as a romance writer, I’ve conjured up a lot of hot heroes but none like Liam, none that quicken my pulse the way he does. Sadly, his dog has better manners than he does, so I’ll have to take a pass.
I’ve got a few days to myself on the island of Fortitude before my summer associate job starts. I didn’t intend to be swept off my feet by the smooth talking, sexy older man living right next door to the house I’m renting. But the whiskey was good, and his kiss was unbelievable.
At first, it seems perfect: she’s only on the island for three months. I can explore my instant attraction to her and not worry about being tied down or hounded—I have neither the time nor the interest in a relationship. But Mia Collins is not the type you get enough of after only one night. And then Monday comes and with it, the new interns, one of whom is Mia, and now I have to figure out how to keep my hands off her for the next three months.
Too many firsts in one day. First time I was ever jilted at the altar. First time I ever walked into a bar, by myself, dressed in a wedding gown. First time I ever went home with a guy I picked up there. Yeah, I’m on a roll. Clarity returns the next day and everything only seems worse in hindsight. I try to hide, only need to lay low until I can get off this island. But Bobby MacKinnon has other ideas.
I didn’t think I was looking for anything until I met her. We had one very spontaneous and very passionate night together. And then she said goodbye. Luckily, the island of Fortitude is not big enough that she can hide. And now that I know exactly what I want—Gwen Loring—I’ve only got a few days to convince the bride to be mine.