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Mayan Midnights: Resort Romance, #4
Mayan Midnights: Resort Romance, #4
Mayan Midnights: Resort Romance, #4
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Tim's wingman duties while in the Mayan Riviera are simple: keep the cute but quirky Angie occupied while his friend makes a play for her cousin. He quickly discovers hanging out with Angie isn't a chore, and finds himself inventing new excuses to be with her.

Angie didn't expect to catch the attention of a Hollywood producer while on vacation, but Tim's a great partner in crime as she explores Playa del Carmen, especially since her travel buddy keeps disappearing on her.

However, when she learns their "dates" have simply been Tim keeping her busy, she's heartbroken, leaving him only two days to prove his interest in her is genuine before he loses her forever.  

 

Other Resort Romances:

1. Cuban Moon

2. Mexican Sunsets

3. Dominican Stars

4. Mayan Midnights

LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 2, 2018
ISBN9781988792354
Mayan Midnights: Resort Romance, #4

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    Mayan Midnights - Elle Rush

    MAYAN MIDNIGHTS

    A Resort Romance

    By

    ELLE RUSH

    Blurb

    Tim’s wingman duties while in the Mayan Riviera are simple: keep the cute but quirky Angie occupied while his friend makes a play for her cousin. He quickly discovers hanging out with Angie isn't a chore, and he finds himself inventing new excuses to be with her.

    Angie didn’t expect to catch the attention of a Hollywood producer while on vacation, but Tim’s a great partner in crime as she explores Playa del Carmen, especially since her travel buddy keeps disappearing on her.

    However, when she learns their dates have simply been Tim keeping her busy, she’s heartbroken, leaving him only two days to prove his interest in her is genuine before he loses her forever.

    Copyright © 2018

    Copyright and Published by Deidre Gould

    All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions.

    All rights reserved.

    No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. The characters, names, places, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

    Cover by Fantasia Frog

    Chapter One

    Angie Adams was tired, sweaty, and danced impatiently from foot to foot. She peeled her long blonde hair from the back of her neck. Even as she wished for a ponytail, she smiled. She was having the best day of her life—or rather, she would be in a minute. Can you see my suitcase?

    The baggage carousel inside the Cancun International Airport was half empty, and her luggage still hadn’t appeared. Angie needed it desperately. Wearing jeans on the plane had been a good idea when she left Manitoba in February, but now she was in Mexico where snow and ice were only words in the dictionary. She’d specifically packed her shorts on top so she could grab them easily. If she could get to them at all.

    What color is it? Zoe Haversham asked.

    Black.

    That’s not helpful. Her cousin squinted at the bag rounding the corner. Any distinguishing marks?

    I tied a red ribbon to the handle.

    How original.

    Zoe was right. A quick survey of the carousel showed half the suitcases in the airport had red ribbon on them. Angie gave it a beat to make Zoe wait for it before she said, Oh, and a neon orange luggage tag the size of a pack of gum.

    See? That’s helpful. Zoe took another look. I see a red ribbon but no tag. Maybe you should check it to be sure.

    It was easy for her to say. With typical Zoe luck, her cousin’s bag had been the third one on the carousel. Angie’s had taken twenty minutes—and counting.

    Angie used both hands to haul it off the conveyer belt. The style was right. It had two front pockets. More promising was the long, grey scuff mark along the side. But there was no sign of anything orange. The small pocket on the back where she’d stuffed a just-in-case-the-tag-goes-missing business card was ripped off and hanging by a thread. It could be hers.

    Excuse me, I think that’s mine, a male voice said. A tall man with sandy brown hair hovered behind her and stared at the suitcase over her shoulder.

    I don’t think so. Who did this guy think he was, trying to abscond with her suitcase and worse, delay the start of her vacation?

    It’s identical to my suitcase. Can you check the tag?

    There isn’t one. Angie spun it around to show him the back. But mine has a grey mark on it. Right here.

    Mine too.

    I really don’t think you’ll fit into my bikini bottoms.

    He dangled a key in front of her. We can always try the lock. When she didn’t smile at his antics, he shrugged. I just want to get out of here. Don’t you? As soon as we figure it out, one of us can go.

    Well, if you want to be all logical about it. She pulled out her own tiny luggage key.

    Ladies first.

    It slid into the lock easily and turned without a problem. Good luck finding your bag. I hope you don’t wait too long.

    Wait a second. Let me try. He squatted beside her and removed her key, then closed the lock and tried his own—which also worked. I guess we’re down to opening it.

    Angie flinched. She was not what anyone would call a neat packer. Her style leaned toward tossing stuff from her dresser over her shoulder into the open suitcase on her bed and hoping it didn’t miss. On three. She grabbed a zipper. One…two…three.

    They each undid their sides, and Angie threw back the top, revealing a pair of aqua board shorts with tropical fish on them, a one-legged rubber chicken, and a framed photo of an obviously fake

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