"I'm here to save you!" Alan shouted, though his heroic pose was immediately ruined when he tripped over a stray root.
"You wrote the location into Chapter Twelve, Loretta," Fairfax whispered, his eyes gleaming with madness. "Now, you’re going to show me the way." "I'm here to save you
Back on the mainland, Loretta didn't just have a new bestseller. She had a new protagonist. Because sometimes, the best adventures aren't the ones you write—they're the ones you barely survive with a cover model by your side. She had a new protagonist
Deep in the humid, vine-choked jungles of a remote island, the air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and ancient secrets. For Loretta Sage, a reclusive romance-adventure novelist, this was supposed to be a nightmare of her own making—except she wasn't writing it. She was living it. he was 'Dash McMahon
Just as Fairfax’s mercenaries prepared to move out, a crash echoed through the canopy. Bursting through the ferns—and looking like he had just stepped off a shampoo commercial—was Alan. To the world, he was 'Dash McMahon,' the dim-witted but beautiful cover model for Loretta’s books. To Loretta, he was just a guy who used too much bronzer.