Hidden Gems
"I HAVE NOTHING to declare," Marissa Suarez told the customs agent in a voice like broken glass, "except that my boyfriend's a swine."
A snicker rose from the crowded line behind her. The bored official merely stamped her customs declaration form without looking up. "You can't bring pork products into the country, ma'am."
Marissa squinted. "Oh, don't worry. I left his bacon miles behind."
Paul Beckwith, forthwith known as Cheating Slime, was still in the Cayman Islands hobnobbing with his clients. If he'd missed Marissa it was only because she wasn't there to slather sunscreen on his perfectly trapezoid shoulders and back. But any bunny off the beach could handle that duty. Paul would have no objections. When he hadn't been ditching her for "vital" meetings, he'd been drooling over every pair of bouncing breast implants on Seven Mile beach.
Marissa Suarez was not a woman who put up with that kind of bullshit.
She was, unfortunately, a woman who chose the kind of man who shoveled it.
Every...damn...time.
With a clenched-teeth smile, she took the card from the customs official and tucked it in ... read full excerpt from Hidden Gems ebook
