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Back Cover Text (#u1bcc4ebd-e895-5c77-a72a-d9e58c45b1df)

Introduction (#ue5a0780f-9a3e-5f43-9046-6a71c3d990df)

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About the Author (#ue7644fec-1b61-54c2-af46-410485c7b2eb)

Dedication (#u05a78c76-783c-519b-91a1-b3fe0470986a)

CHAPTER ONE (#ude669591-3e3f-5859-866a-b42d998ff597)

CHAPTER TWO (#u069af224-4364-5010-98a8-3c33e140ba5f)

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CHAPTER ONE (#u7b603109-7f4c-5eda-8bc7-18df1c1d2a97)

‘THIS IS A private beach...’

Rosie had to raise her voice to reach the big, brutal-looking man lowering the anchor on his sleek black launch off shore. He’d stilled, so she was sure he’d heard her, but for some reason he’d chosen to ignore her. Waving her arms made no impact at all.

‘Damned invaders,’ Rosie’s late elderly employer, Doña Anna, would have said as she waved her walking stick at any sailors bold enough to drop anchor near her private island. ‘You can’t swim here! This is my island!’ Standing belligerently, with her crab-like hands planted firmly on her bony hips, Doña Anna would continue to berate visitors—whom Rosie had always thought couldn’t do much harm if all they wanted to do was enjoy the crystalline waters and sugar-sand beach for an hour or so—until they took the hint that they weren’t welcome and left for kinder waters.

Rosie tensed as the man stared straight at her. With maybe fifty yards between them, his penetrating assessment stabbed her like an arrow.

Her body reacted in the craziest way, softening and yearning as the force of his personality washed over her. The effect was as powerful as if they were standing toe to toe.

She was instantly in ‘fight or flight’ mode. Her brain sharpened to make that call. Only what they’d called her pure, damned stubbornness at the orphanage was keeping her rooted to the spot. She might not have had the best of starts in life, but she wasn’t a victim and never would be.