Praise for Susan Sheehey

“Jewel of Solana is a sexy thrill-ride. Sheehey’s vivid writing will make you feel the spray of the sea, the steamy, tropical air and the deep attraction between a princess and her unlikely savior.”

“Just when you didn’t think it could get better than the first book, it did! Sheehey is a master of melding romance, action and suspense! This book is a wild ride you will not regret!”

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

“Thank you,” she breathed. “For coming back for me. You have no idea how much that means to me. There’s no point in hiding who I am any more. Not from you. Those men are after me because I’m—”

Flynn cupped her face and silenced her with a kiss. Everything around him stopped. No music, no bass beat, no dizzying panic. Just the soft cushion of her lips on his, and that delectable coconut taste. When he stopped, her cheeks were flushed. “I already know, Alanna. I would’ve returned for you anyway.”

Her smile lit up the room. She kissed him again, this time holding nothing back. With a flick of his tongue, she opened for him and pressed against him. Pain zinged through his bruise, but he didn’t care. Holding her was his medicine. His fingers slipped behind her neck, entwining in her hair. Everything turned hot. Her hands smoothed up his back under his shirt, his skin stinging where her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades. A sting he relished.

The double doors burst open. Alanna gasped.

A young Filipina with embellished black eyeliner and purple lipstick shoved past them, smirking in a sequined shirt. “Take it to a stall, face suckers.” She disappeared into the restrooms.

“You’re too precious for a place like this,” Flynn said, catching his breath.

Alanna wrapped her arms around his middle. Her cheek pressed into his chest. But she didn’t say anything.

“We need to get you some place safe tonight,” Flynn said.

“That would be wherever you are.”