Book Series: Whispering Key

Falling for a man was nowhere in my five-step plan.

I came to Whispering Key from O’Leary as a career move. Mason Bloom, doctor to the stars at a swanky resort on a private island? Heck yes.

What I did not come for was romance, because I have been there, done that, have an ex-girlfriend to prove it, and frankly was distinctly underwhelmed by the whole endeavor.

Yet from the moment I set foot on this island, nothing goes the way I’d expected.

The resort’s falling apart. The island’s inhabitants are ridiculous... and ridiculously charming. The whole place is awash in stories of shipwrecks and treasure.

Then there’s Fenn Reardon: Gorgeous. Infuriating. Male.

And did I mention infuriating?

The man is the eye of the hurricane upending my life. He pushes every one of my buttons. He makes me feel crazy. Out of control. And more alive than I have ever felt before.

I find myself craving his company, longing for his touch, kissing him on the beach, wanting him in my bed… and questioning just how straight I really am.

Falling for Fenn was not in my plans… but I’m starting to think the key to happiness might be going off plan entirely.

Take it from Aunt Hagatha, darling: Fake soulmates and secrets do not mix.

I came to Whispering Key to lie low for a while. A man who has secrets to keep (like, say, his identity as America’s favorite agony aunt) should really not find himself embroiled in the paparazzi scandal du jour.

The last thing I needed was another guy in my life, since that’s what got me into this mess in the first place... but then I met Beale Goodman.

He’s my polar opposite. The world’s largest, hottest, most virginal cinnamon roll. The human embodiment of goodness and light. A man whose blue eyes make me weak. A man who wouldn’t know a designer label if he tripped over one. A man who rescues feral cats, for heaven’s sake…

And a man who rescues me, too, by pretending to be my fake boyfriend–er, fake soulmate–while I’m hiding out here.

Trouble is, there’s nothing fake about the way he kisses me, or the way it feels to be wrapped in his arms at night. And it’s hard to lay low when the strange-but-lovable people on the island are determined to welcome Beale’s new man into their ranks.

It’s enough to make me realize I’ve been on the run for a while, and that this might be the first time I’ve found something I want to run to rather than from.

But only if I can keep my secrets from catching up with me.

I’m about to sing you the saddest song in the universe, and it’s called “The Man of My Dreams Married My Sister.”

It’s kinda my theme song. And trust me when I tell you, it’s heavy on the violins.

Because the man in question? He’s not just any guy, he’s Rafe freakin’ Goodman.

My former best friend.

The boy who made my summers on Whispering Key magical. The guy who inspired every love song that led to the chart-topping music career I have today. The man I always sort of figured would wait for me, while I pursued my dreams and finally found a way to tell the world I was gay…

But instead of waiting, he married Aimee.

Rafe and Aimee’s marriage has been over for a while now, but it doesn’t really matter. He doesn’t love me even though I feel like I’ll love him until the day I die. Trying to be “just friends” would tear me apart.

We’re a broken chord. A blue note. Hopelessly out of tune.

Or so I thought.

But when circumstances throw us back together on a crazy cross-country road trip, suddenly all kinds of secrets come to light that make it seem like maybe our show’s not over yet.

If I want a life with the man of my dreams, though, I’ll have to be honest--with Rafe and the rest of the world, too--and find the courage to write us a new song.

One that’s exactly like us: perfectly imperfect… and a little off key.