My favorite vacation spot is definitely Barbados. We went last year and it was a port on our cruise. Of course all of the islands in the Caribbean are beautiful, but one of the crew members told us about a beach most of the locals love, called Turtle Beach. The way they described it, I thought we were literally going to see turtles in clear water, but when we got there, I was speechless. Not only were there no turtles, but the water was indeed crystal clear with white sand. The sun seemed to be vacationing there too as it danced across the sky and kissed our skin. I can’t wait to go back there. Indeed, it will the inspiration for a new series I’m working on. Romantic doesn’t even cover it.
Series and Book #:
Book #2 of The All Mixed Up Series
Author: Mia Heintzelman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Levi Lynn Books
Date of Publication: 11/26/19
ISBN: ISBN 9780999049341 (trade pbk.) | ISBN 9780999049358 (ebook)
Word Count: 70,482
Sophia Kent used to be a badass knife-wielding chef. Nowadays, she’s lucky if she can remember to put on a bra. Between the move to Portland and unpacking boxes, she’s glad there’s only one name on the title. Unfortunately, at the door there’s a gorgeous messenger with a document claiming she’s not the rightful owner.
Dead-set on getting his grandmother’s house back, real estate investor Everett Monroe is determined to see the thief go down, even if he has to deliver the summons himself. Only, the beautiful mess at the door is charming, sexy—and nothing like the man whose family’s been feuding with Everett’s for generations.
He doesn’t know whether she’s a pawn or a player, and she doesn’t know he’s not just a messenger, so after a few “chance” meetings, when she enlists his help to find a location for her restaurant, he agrees. After all, in thirty days there’s going to be a hearing granting him ownership and she’ll be long gone. Except, somewhere between sunset mountain hikes, brilliantly lit musical bridges, and picturesque Japanese Gardens, a dangerous attraction weaves its way between the secrets and lies. Forced to confront the truth, Everett must ask himself what good a home is without the one you love to share it with.
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Sophia Kent dug her fingers under the sides of the box, and for a split second this move to Portland didn't feel as daunting as she made it out to be.
But then she steadied her legs, squatted for leverage, and strained to heft the box, determined to pry it off the floor...and the dang thing wouldn't budge.
"Come. On." She heaved and struggled some more. Not even an inch. She gritted her teeth, wiggled her butt to resettle, and dug her heels into the thick, cloudy gray carpet, pulling up with all her might. Still didn’t budge.
"Ugh." She groaned, finally releasing her hold. She was about two seconds from pouting and stamping her feet. Let go and let God. She breathed. In and out. Again.
But it still frosted her cookies something awful. She could do this. She needed to do this. With both hands on her hips, she kicked the box with her sneaker-clad foot, stubbing her toe in the process. "Ow!!!. Sugar-Honey-Iced-Tea."
"Oh come on, you can do better than that. Give me a good, pissed-off ‘fuck,’ or an angry-ass ‘dammit.’"
Sophia almost jumped out of her skin at the voice, but quickly recognized it and rolled her eyes instead. "Must you be so crass all the time?"
"And say it like you mean it, too. I don't want to hear anything about h-e-double hockey sticks, either."
Sophia finally turned to see her flawless, perky cousin Julie standing behind her.
Even for as labor-intensive an occasion as moving, Julie was fierce in fluorescent pink athleisure wear with her bale of glossy curls bound by an equally neon yellow bandana. A far cry from the high school volleyball shorts and dingy black T-shirt Sophia dug out of the box designated for donations because everything else was packed.
Behind Julie stood her shiny new Italian wet dream of a fiancé, Nico, who was biting back a grin. Apparently they'd been there just long enough to witness Sophia's little tantrum.
"Peachy. Just doggone peachy." Sophia plopped down on the gigantic box of books. "If y'all love me, don't say anything. Just...shut up." She waved them off.
Mia Heintzelman is a graduate of the University of California, Berkeley and the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. She is a Chicago native who always has a book in her purse, loves to pair sweet and spicy tea with fluffy socks, and can’t go wrong with polka dots and pearls. She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and two children.
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