By the time I was ten, I was telling romantic-suspense stories, using my Sandra Sue dolls. These were the precursors to Barbie. They were little action-figure girls, without the breasts and the elongated bodies. I’d make up adventures for them where they were captured by pirates, whisked away to a mountain cabin, or spirited onto a luxury yacht by a handsome millionaire.
Camille and Nick have set off sexual sparks since they first met. But because Nick works for her father, he thinks a relationship isn’t appropriate. Also, Nick’s from a poor, dysfunctional family, and he thinks he’s not good enough for Camille. While they’re hiding out from the mobster, can she make him realize that the two of them belong together?