I confess. I’ve never had a one-night stand with a man I just met. But if I were marooned in a bar in Key West with only an empty margarita glass between me and a smokin’ hot man, I can see how it would happen. We’re only human. That’s how it all starts in my first published novel Blue Bottle Beach. Add in the complication that Jackie and Mitch are not technically strangers, and you’ve got trouble in paradise. I hope you’ll enjoy the story of two characters whose affair takes them from hot Key West to snowy Chicago where they find their attraction sizzles in any climate!