Venny McClure had come to her family's private island to hide, not to fall in love. Easy read
When Hennessey sees a woman striding boldly across the island on which he's caretaker, he doesn't know whether to march her off his turf, or capture her and keep her for his own. She defends her right to be there as the niece of the owners, threatens him with a cast iron frying pan, astounds him by repairing her own car which he thinks he's cleverly immobilized, and tantalizes him at every turn. She's pure delight. She's...heaven. Heaven McLure, who insists on being called Venny, wants nothing more but peace and quiet and a place to hide for a few weeks or months. She certainly doesn't expect to find a man with a chest and shoulders to die for and soon all Venny wants to do is sit and watch Hennessey breathe. It's the most fascinating thing she's ever seen, the rise and fall of all those muscles. For a writer, he's in darn good shape. There is just one hitch...Hennessey could be the twin of the man who betrayed her, and from whom she is now hiding, her ex-husband, recently released from jail...
