Welcome to The Buoys, a West Coast haven where love comes in with the tide. Perfect for readers of Jill Shalvis and Susan Mallery, the Fishing for Trouble series features three unforgettable brothers—each of whom is a great catch.
Major league pitcher Liam O’Donnell knows his best days are probably behind him, but that doesn’t mean he’s ready to retire and become a fishing guide. Still, after all the time he’s spent chasing his dreams, he owes it to his brothers to pull his weight around the lodge. The Buoys is their father’s legacy, and they can’t let some developer take it from them. The one snag Liam isn’t counting on is a blast from the past: his ex-wife.
The moment Kate Hadley steps out of the seaplane, she knows this assignment is going to be trickier than she thought. She has to persuade the owners to sell—and one of them is Liam O’Donnell. Ten years ago, she made the biggest mistake of her life when she married Liam during a fling in Vegas. Now he’s her only lifeline in the middle of nowhere. Kate’s trying to keep things cool, but Liam just reminds her of the scorching few nights they spent together—and tempts her to make new memories that are just as steamy as the old.
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If it hadn’t made Kate queasy during the flight, she might have done more than flip past the first couple of pages, but instead she’d taken a quick look at the gorgeous glossy photos in the brochures at the front and closed the binder before her stomach revolted. Sure, she knew brochure pictures lied; the photos were always taken on the most perfect day of the year, the scenes always set just right, so she didn’t expect the actual lodge to look exactly like the photos.
But this . . .
As they loomed closer, she had no choice but to look through the binder again, because those gorgeous glossy photos she’d seen the first time clearly weren’t taken at the Buoys.
Apparently Lorraine had filled the front of the binder with specs and details on the other lodges—the ones with spas, the ones Paul wanted to steal ideas from—not the one he wanted to buy.
Pictures and specs of the Buoys were tucked in the back of the binder, behind property assessments and the last three dismal financial statements, and it didn’t take a genius to see it was night-and-day different from the other lodges. No spa, no masseuse . . . Oh, for the love of God, was there even . . . whew . . . yes, there was indoor plumbing. Internet, too, but it was sketchy, and cell service was nonexistent.
Good God, it sounded scarcely better than prison. Kate skimmed the text quickly as Walt nosed the plane down toward the water, each word making her wonder what she’d agreed to. There wasn’t a building on the property that didn’t need repair; apparently the dock also needed work, and of the three boats at the lodge, two of them hadn’t been serviced in over three years.
The Buoys had been run by a James O’Donnell . . .
O’Donnell? No, couldn’t be. Keep reading.
. . . owned it thirty-plus years . . . shut down few years back . . . taxes in arrears . . . recently deceased . . . yada yada yada . . . contacts at the Buoys were his son, Ronan, and someone named Jessie Todd.
“O’Donnell.” It was a fairly common Irish name, and there were plenty of Irish people in this part of the country, weren’t there? Of course there were—hell, she even had a little Irish blood—and yet in all her life, she’d only ever actually met one other O’Donnell, and he’d flipped her whole life upside down. It was ten years back, and she hadn’t even known him a week, but those days had been . . . wow . . . right up until the morning she’d woken up to find herself alone in that Vegas motel room.
Yup, in the huge pile of screwups that she’d built her life on back then, he’d been the bright shining star on top of the heap. He’d left her not only alone in that room but broke, too, having spent almost every penny she’d had, and unemployed, as well, because at some point during their last night together, when she’d obviously still been glowing in the aftermath of the best sex she’d ever had, she called her boss at the lumberyard back home and told him to shove his stupid job up his ass. Kate still cringed at the memory. Her language had been more than a little colorful during that phone call, but once she got home, she’d been too embarrassed to call back and apologize. Like every other job she’d had before it, her work at the lumberyard had been nothing more than a part-time minimum-wage soul-sucking crapfest, but at least it had been a job, which was more than she had when she woke up that morning alone.
She’d managed to scrounge up enough change in her purse for bus fare to the airport, but when she’d arrived back in Vancouver, she had to beg another dollar off a perfect stranger to get transit home.
Not exactly a shining moment in her life, but it wasn’t like there’d been many shiny moments before it, either.
That whole trip had been a massive mistake. She hadn’t even wanted to go, but Laurel and Jeanette wouldn’t let up about it, so being the sheep she was back then, she’d maxed out her credit cards, packed the nicest clothes she owned (which were all pretty sad), and honestly tried to enjoy herself.
To make matters worse, the first night they arrived, Laurel’s fiancé was injured in a car accident, so she and Jeanette had immediately changed their tickets and flown home the next morning. Kate, of course, had booked her trip the cheapest way possible, which didn’t include travel insurance, meaning she couldn’t switch her ticket without paying a couple of hundred bucks she didn’t have.
So she’d stayed in Vegas for five of the most amazing days of her life, had bet everything on those five days and ended up losing spectacularly. But, as the saying went, what happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas, and that’s where she’d left her O’Donnell and all his cute blue-eyed, Kelly Clarkson–singing, hand-holding ways.
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