Series: The South Beach Connection Book 1
Author: A.R. Hadley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 1, 2018
One summer has the power to change everything.
One night, one choice, can alter life’s trajectory — cause the heart’s debris to slip and slide down the mountain.
After graduating college, rising photographer Annie Baxter relocates to South Beach, Florida.
A new start.
A chance to leave behind her anxiety, her grief, and prepare her photographs for display in an art gallery. Annie is determined to mend her heart in the sand and breathe, commune with the stars and beach and old friends.
Then Cal Prescott steps in front of her lens — a man twenty years her senior. An understated, sexy puzzle who may not wish to be solved. Cal is quiet. Strong. Eyes like the tides. Coming in, going out. Pulling her under.
They meet at a party.
The chemistry cannot be denied.
But they only have the summer.
One unforgettable connection.
But every June, July, and August must come to an end.
They stood face-to-face on the sidewalk, people passing them on the left and right, carefully avoiding collision as streaks of headlights whizzed by in slow motion. The air was eerie with the threat of rain. A tepid wind began to blow. The haunting atmosphere overtook Annie the same way Cal’s eyes did.
“It’s going to rain,” she muttered, barely, because her dress and chest pressed against him.
Their eyes flamed. Her muscles went into hibernation.
Cal steadied Annie, trailing a hand up the side of her body from her waist to her face. He rubbed his fingers across her cheek, slid the same hand past her shoulders, then took hold of the hair at the nape of her neck.
A surge of electricity shot through her, head to toe. Lightning would surely strike at any moment.
A.R. Hadley writes imperfectly perfect sentences by the light of her iPhone.
She annoys those darling little children by quoting lines from Back to the Future, but despite her knowledge of eighties and nineties pop culture, she was actually meant to live alongside the Lost Generation after the Great War and write a mediocre novel while drinking absinthe with Hemingway. Instead, find her sipping sweet tea with extra lemons on her porch as she weaves fictional tales of love and angst amid reality.