The other guard, Shane Elliott, might socialize, but Rio never did. Much to her surprise, since she had loads of male friends but nothing serious, Rio piqued her curiosity and heated her body. He was tall, fallen-angel handsome, with razor-sharp cheekbones, long curly black hair that he wore tied at the nape of his neck, and flat black eyes. One in particular, Rio Sanchez, caught her attention the instant she saw him. With him were his two personal bodyguards. Six weeks after she’d been hired, she met Blade Navarone at the grand opening of his latest resort. When a family friend showed her an ad for an assistant to the event director for Navarone Resorts and Spas-headquartered in Tucson, Arizona-she had jumped at the opportunity. Unlike her highly successful parents in Boston, she wasn’t cut out to be a lawyer. What she now desired-what she’d longed for, dreamed of, the past two years-might be impossible to attain. But now as she watched the approach of two couples and one lone man from the second-floor turret window of Navarone Castle, Skylar contemplated taking the biggest gamble of her life.Īs the pampered only child of divorced, overprotective parents, Skylar had wanted for little in her life. Skylar Dupree, event director for Navarone Resorts and Spas, had never been impulsive. Lovingly dedicated to all of my loyal readers who patiently waited and never lost hope that Rio’s story would be written.Īgain, to my incredible readers for their support and well-wishes during the process of writing this book.
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