Susan writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense and women’s fiction. Water plays a crucial element in all of her novels, and she’s a strong advocate for Autism Awareness. Susan lives and laughs in Texas with her husband and two sons. Princess
Alanna Peralta escapes a brutal attack on her island home after a vicious cartel assassinates her family. To save the royal bloodline and family legacy—the priceless necklace Luna de Azul—she conceals her identity and boards a mega-yacht… Into the arms of a brazenly handsome engineer, who might be her guardian angel—or the devil in disguise.
Gabriel Flynn can’t look anyone in the eye. Until an obsidian-haired beauty begs for help. Committed to a solitary life at sea, he’s shocked to be captivated by the woman’s exotic, espresso eyes, and further amazed when she seems intrigued by his eccentricities.
With danger at every turn, Alanna and Flynn discover the limitless reach of the cartel’s power. Flynn must decide how much he trusts her not to betray him. As danger closes in, Alanna is torn between sacrifices—her life, family legacy, and country…or her heart.
“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 pulled back, her cheeks were flushed. “I already know, Alanna. I would’ve come back for you anyway.” Her smile lit up her face. She kissed him again, this time holding nothing back. With a flick of his tongue, she opened for him and pressed against him. Pain seared 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 pushed past them, smirking in a sweat-covered, sequined shirt. “Take it to a stall, Facesuckers.” She disappeared into the restrooms. “You’re much 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.”
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