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Suzanne Brockmann
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Jan. 1 1997 Sunrise Key
The local tycoon, Preston Seaholm, rescues pretty widow Molly Cassidy from a treacherous fall and decides she will make the perfect alibi to fend off unwanted advances from fortune seekers, only to find himself falling in love.

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About the Author

Bestselling author Suzanne Brockmann has won numerous awards, including a Romantic Times Career Achievement Award for Series Romance. She has also garnered six Gold Medal reviews from Romantic Times.
--This text refers to the Audio CD edition.

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Chapter One


It was going to rain.

Molly Cassidy knew without a doubt that it was going to pour buckets from the huge dark clouds that were looming over the Gulf of Mexico and moving steadily closer.

Last night it had rained just a little and the roof of this enormous, white stucco Spanish eclectic-style house that she and Zander had inherited had done a fine imitation of a sieve.

Molly had bought tarps first thing that morning, but in this wind, tying the last of them over the low-pitched, rambling red-tiled roof was proving to be a two-person job.

Lightning cracked in the distance, and the boom of thunder was quick to follow. Instinctively, she flattened herself on the roof, the hair on the back of her neck rising. Was she nuts? On the roof during an electrical storm?

But this decaying, moldy, wonderful old architectural monster was their future. It was their chance at a new beginning, a fresh, clean start.

And it would be much more fresh and clean if there weren't two inches of water standing in the living room by nightfall.

As another rumble of thunder rolled, Molly lifted her head and peered over the crest of the roof down toward the ground. She could see her ten-year-old son looking up at her, his thin face pinched with concern, his eyes huge behind his glasses. Zander hated thunder and lightning. He always had, even as a baby.

"Get down from there," he signed up at her, his hands moving swiftly, sharply. "Now."

"Go inside," Molly signed back. "I'm almost done."

"Hurry!"

"Go inside," Molly signed again. "Make sure all the windows are closed. Quickly!"

Zander turned and dashed inside, and Molly looked down at the tarp, wondering the best way to untangle it in this wind with only two hands. Maybe she should just tie it down the way it was. It would be better than nothing... .

But then the wind rose and the tarp whipped up and over her, covering her and nearly knocking her off the roof. She slid, cursing and scrambling for a finger- or toehold on the slippery mission tile.

Her foot hit a loose tile and caught just as strong hands grabbed her around the waist and hauled her against a hard body. Who the heck... ?

Molly pushed the tarp off her head and found herself nose-to-nose with the Beach Boy.

She'd seen him out on the beach every morning since they'd first arrived on Sunrise Key three days before. He had an artist's easel and watercolor paints and he always sat quietly in the early-morning light, painting the changing colors of the ocean.

A surprising number of people were on the beach early in the morning, but there was something about this man that had caught her eye.

It was more than his gleaming, golden-tanned, beach-boy good looks. Even though everything about him seemed to glisten--his sun-bleached, reddish-gold hair, his trim, muscular, tan body--Molly refused to allow herself to be impressed by a handsome face. But this man had a certain air about him. And it was that, she told herself, his calm authority, that had drawn her attention to him. Of course, once her attention had been caught, she couldn't help but notice that movie-star face and extremely well-maintained body.

Molly had never gotten close enough to see if his paintings were any good.

Or if his eyes were as brilliantly blue as she'd imagined.

They weren't. They were hazel. How refreshing.

"You all right?" he asked, his voice a raspy baritone flavored with a hint of the South. He was a smoker--the lingering scent of cigarette smoke clung to him.

Molly nodded, wide-eyed, aware that his arms were still around her, aware of his leg thrown across hers in his attempt to hold her in place, aware of the heat of his skin against hers.

She was anchored.

Up close, he wasn't as perfectly good-looking as she'd thought. His face was harder, leaner, his nose sharper and slightly crooked, and a small scar marred his left cheekbone, underneath his eye. He hadn't shaved in a number of days, and his scruffy chin glinted with shades of red and gold, making him look less like a beach boy and more like a pirate. And those eyes...

They were the color of the ocean as the storm clouds approached, green and gray and darkly dangerous.

"Come on," he said, his voice nearly inaudible over the rising wind. "I'll help you. You get this side, I'll take the other."

Molly nodded again, and just like that, his weight was off her, the intimate warmth of his bare leg against hers was gone.

He was up and over to the other side of the roof as if he were a professional tightrope walker, escaped from the Ringling Circus Museum in Sarasota, several dozens of miles up the Florida coastline. As he went he untangled and smoothed down the tarp. The muscles in his arms tightened as a big gust tried to whip the blue plastic away from him, and he brought his weight down, holding the tarp with his body against the roof.

His thick, gorgeous hair was pushed forward into his eyes and then quickly dashed back out by the rising wind. He ignored it, lashing the rope at the tarp's corner securely into place.

Molly did the same on her end. It wasn't perfect, but it was much better than nothing.

Lightning streaked across the sky and thunder boomed. And the heavens opened, showering them with big, fat raindrops that fell faster and faster until there was only a sheet of water, pouring down from the clouds.

Thunder cracked again, deafeningly loud. Molly could see the Beach Boy crouched by the ladder, chivalrously waiting for her to descend first.

She skidded on the plastic, and he reached for her, his hand around her wrist holding her steady. Their eyes met, and he smiled, a quick, fierce, genuine smile that electrified and heated his gaze.

He was having fun. He actually liked being up on the roof in the middle of a thunderstorm, with the wind and the rain ripping at his clothes and his hair, danger all around him.

Molly scrambled down the ladder and dashed toward the shelter of the house. The Beach Boy was right behind her.

Zander was inside, waiting. The roar of the wind and the rain was quieted as Molly shut the door behind them.

"Oh, man," Molly gasped.

"Welcome to Florida." The Beach Boy was still grinning at her.

He was dripping wet. His hair was plastered against his head, and his eyelashes were beaded with drops of water. But his smile was infectious, and Molly found herself smiling back at him.

The Beach Boy looked down at the puddle he was making on the marble-tiled floor. His T-shirt and cutoff jeans were soaked, as were the ragged boat sneakers he wore without socks. "So much for keeping the rain outside," he said ruefully.

Zander was staring, blue eyes wide behind his glasses. "Who is he?" he signed to Molly, using small furtive movements. It was the American Sign Language equivalent of whispering, and it wasn't very polite.

"Please run and get us a couple of towels," Molly told her son, signing the word towels for emphasis, and the boy dashed away.

But who is he? was a very good question indeed. She turned to the Beach Boy. "Thank you so much," Molly said to him.

He was staring off after Zander. "Is your boy deaf?" he asked, turning to gaze at her with those odd-colored eyes. "I didn't realize... ."

Others might have been put off by the bluntness of his question, but Molly liked it. It was so much better than what most people did--staring askance at the boy's hearing aids and then ignoring both the child and his physical challenge.

"Zander's hearing-impaired."

"Zander?" One golden eyebrow lifted, and the start of another smile danced on the edges of his lips.

"It's short for Alexander. He's got a severe high-frequency hearing loss--and high frequency is where most of human speech occurs. His hearing aids make up for some of that, but not all. If you speak clearly and let him watch your lips, he'll understand most of what you say. And what he doesn't understand, he'll ask about. He's not shy."

The Beach Boy nodded, his disturbingly warm gaze searching her face. "He looks just like you. It's very cool--it's like you should be put on display with a big sign that says 'Genetics in Action.'"

Molly couldn't help but laugh at that. "Well, I think he's the most gorgeous, perfect child in the world, so thank you very much." She looked up to see Zander reappear with the towels. He handed them both to her.

She gave one to the man. "Thanks," he said, including Zander with a look and a nod.

Molly opened her own towel, wiped her face, and blotted her hair. "I'm Molly Cassidy," she told him.

"I know that. Me and everyone else on the island. It's a pretty small place, you know--and news travels faster than the speed of light down here."

"I've seen you on the beach," Molly said.

"Yeah, I'm trying to learn to paint." He smiled, but didn't offer her his name. It was odd--as if he assumed she already knew him. "You know, this old house has been leaking for at least fifty years." He wrung out the edge of his T-shirt. "Why'd you choose today to break tradition?"

Molly peered out at him from under her towel. "Because I intend to make this place into a bed-and-breakfast--and soaked mattresses and soggy toast is not what I have in mind."

"A B-and-B, huh? That's a lot of hard work."

Not compared with what she'd been used to. But Molly just smiled, kicking off her saturated sneakers.

The Beach Boy looked at her son. "How about you, Zander? You want to make this place into a B-and-B?"

"I like it here," Zander said. "I want to stay."

"We like the idea of working for ourselves." Molly pulled the ponytail holder from her wet hair and ran her hands through the light brown tangle.

"Why not sell the place?" the man asked, his eyes following the movement of her fingers. "An old building like this, with all this property? You could name your price, walk away with a pile of cash. And if you invested it... --This text refers to the Mass Market Paperback edition.

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5.0 out of 5 stars love Brockman Aug. 25 2013
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I love Brockman's humour and her twists in plot. These books are a pleasure to read, but light reading, not too challenging or hard to figure out. Characters are engaging and loveable, allowing readers to escape happily into another life for an evening.
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3.0 out of 5 stars Last in Sunset Key trilogy Oct. 1 2009
By Tracy Vest - Published on Amazon.com
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Widow Molly Cassidy inherits a rundown mansion that she hopes to renovate and turn into a B&B, but billionaire resort-owner Preston Seaholm wants to buy the waterfront property and won't take no for an answer. While trying to avoid becoming the poster boy for a tabloid that wants to honor him as the most eligible bachelor, he admits he is engaged, and with the time he has spent with the widow and her hearing-impaired son has the tabloids wagging their tongues and their poison pens. What starts out as a relationship of convenience soon turns far more passionate for both, but Molly isn't prepared to get involved with another emotionally challenged suitor.

The best and last in a trilogy set in Sunset Key, Florida, (see also The Kissing Game and Kiss and Tell), this is a stale reprint from Brockmann, who is more famous for help SEAL romances. The dialogue is a little trite, and certain plot points are brought up and then suddenly disappear... She does a great job crating chemistry with the leads, but overall, it is just an average read from the author's early archives.
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3.0 out of 5 stars June Nolen author of In Reverse Time July 18 2010
By June Nolen - Published on Amazon.com
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Molly Cassidy has a chance at a new life. She's inherited the Kirk Estate on Sunrise Key and plans to turn it into a bed- and -breakfast.
However, billionaire Preston Seaholm wants to buy it from her.
Mr Seaholm seems to be a spoiled, rich man who always gets what he wants.
It doesn't take long for him to fall in love with Molly and her son and with his help she's able to achieve much more than her dream.
I didn't read the first two books in the trilogy but I didn't have any trouble following the storyline.
All in all, it was an enjoyable read but not a book that I would keep.
5.0 out of 5 stars Great light read Feb. 12 2014
By Susan A. Goulden - Published on Amazon.com
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I recommend this book - it is a great, light read. I thought it was very nicely written and I love the characters.
3.0 out of 5 stars Pleasurable Time Dec 27 2013
By BigEmmy - Published on Amazon.com
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The author always writes a good love story. You wish that you could have the same happy ending for yourself.
5.0 out of 5 stars Great book! Aug. 7 2013
By Heather Childs - Published on Amazon.com
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Second book I've read by Mrs. Brockmann and I've loved both of them- on my way to number 3 now.
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