Stealing Jason Wilde
Available May 17, 2016
After her divorce, librarian Annie Reynolds thought she’d closed the book on love for good—it just wasn’t part of her safe, comfortable routine. But if there’s anyplace she can relax and have a little fun, it’s Dune Road, where she and her closest girlfriends return for their annual getaway in the Hamptons. She knows it’s just what she needs to escape her empty nest (and empty bed).
A chance encounter with a ruggedly handsome local promises Annie just that. But when one of her friends turns a simple flirtation with B-list movie star Jason Wilde into seduction—and Jason accidentally mixes a few drinks and his back-pain medicine—the ladies end up with a very high-profile houseguest. The media calls it a kidnapping, and before long, the FBI is on the hunt.
Soon the ladies’ tame little trip has turned into the adventure of a lifetime. But will this case of mistaken misdoing sabotage Annie’s second chance at love, or will she have the confidence to take matters into her own hands to find her happily ever after?
You know that famous saying, “What happens on Dune Road stays on Dune Road?”
Wait—maybe it’s really not that famous. The famous version is about Las Vegas. But are you familiar with the concept? That there were some places in the world where your choices were based on a completely different reality, and your actions had consequences unimagined in your day-to-day life? Where you were allowed, even encouraged, to behave in a different way, and above all, it was understood that that those separate worlds must never intersect?
That’s 461 Dune Road. It began as a joke, of course. Seriously, how much trouble could a bunch of fifty-ish ladies from Hopewell, New Jersey get into in the Hamptons? Especially before Memorial Day, when the place is practically deserted, (because we never could have afforded to spend a whole week in a beach house in Westhampton Beach during the high season).
But we always said it, on those first nights together, after we’d unpacked all our stuff and opened the wine and trooped out to the beach with those cute red plastic cups. We’d stand right at the edge of the ocean, ankles turning blue from the cold water, and toast to another ladies’ week away, and one of us would always say, “Remember, what happens on Dune Road, stays on Dune Road.”
Then we would all laugh.
Because in six years, nothing had ever happened that warranted such a dire oath.
But then, of course, something did.
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