Synopsis "Consensual Soul"
Haley Dee Morgan thought to win the race from Sydney to Santiago. It would have been easy, the half-million dollar check hers, had she not shipwrecked her catamaran on an island not even on any map. Trapped, with no way off this Hell, her choices were dwindling to either dying or making the most of it until rescue. Surely, someone would be looking for her once they realized she was no longer racing.She never thought to find another on this island with her.Jaze McDonald was badly hurt. He would not be much help to her, but she was all the help he could get. Beaten by a lunatic, starved, he was in the same race for a half-million dollars, but neither were ready to tell the other the truth.Haley lied about her name. The Morgans weren't popular these days, thanks to her brother's reckless accident, and if Jaze chose to believe her lie, who was she to contradict? Once burnt, twice shy. Jaze wasn't all that truthful to Haley, either. He felt something for her, even with her being substantially younger than he was. He'd meant to control this lust, but destiny, and this island had other plans.If not for being stranded with no way off, she might never have captured his eye. She was light years behind him in life experience, and eons behind in what she wanted out of life. Young and foolish, she might get them killed.Could he trust her to help him escape this place? Better yet, should he trust her? He'd been burnt before by a worthy female. He wasn't certain he wanted the flames of Hell to touch him again.If only she'd told him the truth...Jaze wouldn't have felt his soul condemned.Bonus Novella included with this book.The Conscience Slopes of DesireAlyssum Deraline wanted one lousy weekend to forget her past. Rick died, and she had to go on living, as best she could. Her college finals were looming ahead, and to clear the mind for those, a weekend trip to a ski resort should have done the trick.That is, until the owner of the resort wiped her out on the first day, spraining her ankle, and ruining all her fun. Worse, he looked exactly like Rick.Trey Montana had enough problems running his resort. He did not need an injured guest, a woman he must wait hand and foot on until she leaves.Ally was stunning, he wouldn't deny that, but he wasn't ready to open up his heart again and fall off the stupid truck into a relationship. His wife's betrayal had been enough to sour his resolve toward making any emotional attachments to another. Still, there was something about Ally he couldn't quite deny; something he needed in his life.
