Praise for Susan Sheehey

 

PRINCE OF SOLANA 1st Edition was a finalist in the InD’Scribe’s 2016 RONE Awards Romantic Suspense Category

 

“Prince of Solana is a sexy thrill-ride that picks you up on the first page and leaves you begging for more at the end. Sheehey’s multi-dimensional writing evoke the dustiness of the west Texas desert and the heat of the South Pacific tropics. This will be your new favorite series.”

—Kimberly Packard, Award Winning Author of Phoenix

 

“Prince of Solana is fast paced, intense read, but packed with romance, too! Sheehey gives the reader everything they need in a fantastic romance suspense! Can’t wait for book two.”

—C.A. Szarek, Best-selling Author of the Collision Force and King’s Riders series

 

 

 

 

Her sashaying hips were a welcome distraction. Well-fed and muscular, unlike the stick figure models he’d dated. Her hips were made for riding horses…and other saddles. They swaying buttocks he’d glued his gaze on stopped halfway up the stairs and André almost collided with her, getting a much stronger waft of her sweet perfume. Fresh, not at all flowery like the other women doused themselves with.

“Your bags?” the woman asked.

“What?”

“Aren’t you going to bring your bags?”

“My bags?”

“Yes, bags.” Gemma sighed, irritation in every syllable. “This is a step. That’s a wall. Any other preschool lessons today?”

If she weren’t so condescending, he would have laughed. She had no idea to whom she spoke. Yet he found the way a dimple formed at her cheek when she was annoyed…entertaining.

“I’ll grab them later.”

The dimple grew more defined as she stared at him. “I’ll wait.”

André cocked his head. This woman didn’t bluff well.

Gemma huffed. “Meaning, I refuse to walk you to your room again, just so you can ogle my ass twice. Grab your damn bags.”

Now he laughed. Which Gemma clearly didn’t expect as she balled her fists at her sides. “Second door on the right, City Boy. Escort yourself.”