Chapter ONE: BOOK 2

It was dark out, but Alex could see perfectly fine in the silvery light coming from the three-quarter filled moon directly overhead.

“The Sunset Inn. The perfect beach getaway where you’ll leave with only the fondest memories and a killer tan. My ass. Probably leave with bedbugs and the need for a week’s worth of antibiotics,” he growled his displeasure, tossing the cheesy brochure aside.

What the actual fuck was his Neta thinking sending him to some flea ridden roach motel in the Jersey shore? Alex had stayed in actual palaces. He’d dined with kings and queens. Had homes in London, Paris, Rome, the Isle of Sky, and his own personal island in the Caribbean. Not to mention his usual residence, a condo with an unparalleled view of Central Park West.

He wasn’t a snob exactly. But his life was nothing to scoff at. The neon pink stucco nightmare of a hotel with the hideous blue roof seemed to be mocking him from its place on the corner of Ocean Boulevard.