Prince of Solana (Royals of Solana #1) by Susan Sheehey

Prince Andre Peralta of Solana spent the last eight years drowning himself in liquor, and gambling in casinos.

When Andre’s father is assassinated by the Lozano cartel, duty to his tiny island country in the South Pacific trumps his fear and guilt. Being next on the hit list, forces Andre to hide on a remote Texas cattle ranch. There he meets strong-willed Gemma Westfall, a fascinating and trigger-happy ranch hand who pushes the limits of his self-control.

Gemma has no patience for liars and gamblers, and something about this visitor crawls up her spine. His penetrating gaze heats up her core, reigniting a dark passion and a history she’d buried long ago.

When the assassins find Andre and destroy Gemma’s home, vengeance guides both of them into dangerous waters.

Targeted Audience: 21+ Women

Author Bio:
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. Forced to give up Diet Coke, she now functions on heavy amounts of French Vanilla coffee. Susan lives and laughs in Texas with her husband and two sons. Follow Susan on her website, Twitter @SusieQWriter, Facebook, and Pinterest

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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. The swaying buttocks he'd glued his gaze on stopped halfway up the stairs and Andre 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.
"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."
Andre 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."

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