Stranded
“One last chance at freedom.”
RONAN:
If I can’t pull up my failing fashion grades by the end of the semester, I'll have to follow in the footsteps that everyone expects of me. Trade daring harnesses for dull neckties, and dim my sparkle for good. My bridges are burning fast, leaving me stranded—literally—until my knight in a shining ferry rescues me.
Alph says he isn’t gay, but the skipper can’t hide the way he looks at me after one stolen moonlight kiss. I can’t afford a distraction. And he’s six-foot-something of pure, muscled, earnest, lighthearted, stupidly crushable distraction.
So I really shouldn’t make him my landlord, right?
“I want to save him from the rising tide.”
ALPH:
I have half a house to rent out, and Ronan needs to escape his tormenting classmates. Our friendship should be a perfect fit: Ronan makes island life more fun, and he gets desperately-needed artistic inspiration. If only we could keep our hands off each other.
We make a deal: one night together. No strings, no expectations, and this is settled for good. But now I want to prove that Sunrise Island is more than an artist’s retreat for Ronan. It could be our home—forever.
Can we find the strength to wear our hearts on our sleeves for the whole world to see?
