Midnight Sparks

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◄Synopsis

Welcome to the island where Holiday magic meets unexpected romance and a chance at a fresh start.

Music superstar Aisha Jones escapes to a secluded island to find solace from the madness of the Holidays and the bitterness lingering in her heart, only to stumble upon her worst nightmare: a themed resort where gingerbread cookies and candy canes reign. Aisha is ready to run and forfeit her dream vacation until she meets Gavin Moore, a compassionate doctor dedicated to helping kids on the autism spectrum, exiled to the island to get his holiday spirit back. From their first encounter, their undeniable chemistry sparks a flame in her that Aisha thought had been extinguished after a heartbreak, and now she doesn’t feel so alone on her journey. Gavin never expected to meet the woman of his dreams on his vacation, but the closer he and Aisha become and the more they get to know each other, the harder it is for Gavin to resist her charm. And her heart, even though it is buried under layers of ice. A long time ago, Aisha had promised herself she would never fall in love again, but after they strike a deal, Gavin has other plans for them.

Will Aisha dare to trust Gavin with her heart and embrace the unexpected romance that blooms, or will be she left grappling with the turmoil of her feelings when the vacation comes to an end?

Midnight Sparks is a standalone novel in the Carter Hills Band universe and has the appearances of many characters from other books in the same universe.

*Due to mature subject, this book is only suitable for people over 18 years of age.

◄Excerpt (Midnight Sparks)

I threw in my black heels and zipped up my suitcase. I was so done. Nothing could keep me here, not even the Holidays, especially these end-of-the-year ones. I hated everything about Christmas. The cheer. The smiles from strangers. The camaraderie. And don’t get me started on those cookies and carols. Gawd, those were the worst. Whoever invented the holiday traditions must have done it as a sick joke. And now the entire freaking world was obsessed with it. Well done, champs.

A glance around my bedroom and I made sure I had everything I needed for this trip. Two weeks on an island in the middle of the Caribbean Sea, with an open bar and palm trees. I knew I had packed the right outfits. Little black dress that made my legs look longer. Check. Sparkling red dress that gave my boobs all the attention they deserved. Check. Sunblock, shades, and hat. Check. Check. And check. Oh yes, the tiny white string bikini I could flaunt my curves in. Check that too.

My phone pinged. Great. My manager. I rolled my eyes, knowing what his message would be.

Riley: Did you change your mind about that Holiday special in Times Square?

A loud laugh bubbled out of me. As if Riley didn’t know better. I didn’t do Christmas shows. Never. He knew it. But that didn’t stop him from trying to convince me.

Every year.

Me: Forget it. And Carter or whoever else you want me to sing a duet with. No special appearance. Me + island = perfect vacation. Talk to you next year, Ry.

Riley: If you change your mind, kiddo, you know where to find me.

Me: Sorry. Not happening.

Riley: Fine. Didn’t hurt to try. Maybe someday you’ll actually say yes to me. Keeping my fingers crossed.

Me: In your dreams. But I love you for looking out for me. Have a blast with Santa and his bunch of stupid elves.

In the entryway, I slid my phone into the back pocket of my jeans, and adjusting my lacy black top, I perused my image in the mirror, debating whether to let my hair loose or not. This morning, I woke up early to straighten my black curls. It took me an hour to get them to behave. Hair down it was. With one sweep, I colored my lips in ruby red—Passion, they called it—suiting my dark complexion perfectly, and applied a thick coat of mascara to the lashes framing my dark kohl-lined eyes. From a hook behind the door, I grabbed my jacket, the one matching my lipstick, and got the hell out of my house before someone else tried to change my mind.

Last year, I went to Fiji for the holidays. The year before, I traveled to the wildest parts of Australia. Anywhere to make myself invisible for two weeks. This year, I chose Playa De La Isla Azul, a small island in the Caribbean Sea, with a population of less than two thousand and a handful of resorts. It was so small that planes only landed there once or twice a week. Someone on my last tour recommended it, and I decided to give it a try. It sounded perfect.

The cab driver climbed out of the car to grab my suitcase and stuffed it in the trunk. With careful steps, I tried not to get too much snow into my shoes. Sure, golden heels weren’t the most convenient to walk in Tennessee at this time of the year, but they made me feel powerful. And sexy. So be damned the frost bites. My toes could suffer until we reached the airport.

I watched my house through the back window of my cab as it disappeared, a light blanket of snow covering the roof and grassy front yard, and I emptied my lungs in a long sigh. My shoulders relaxed with each mile away as I sank into the seat, the tension in my upper back dissolving and excitement unfurling in the pit of my stomach. Let the good times roll.

The driver turned the radio on, and a Christmas song I knew too well filled the space.

With a roll of my eyes and doing my best to avoid grimacing, I pleaded, “I’ll give you an extra tip—fifty bucks—if you turn that damn thing off right now.”

Our gazes met in the rearview mirror.

“You serious?”

“Dead serious.” I flashed him a grin, just for good measure.

“Fine. The lady wins,” he agreed with a wink. I sighed. I couldn’t wait to be out of here. He droned on, “You’re not a fan of the Holidays as I can see. I thought singers like you, the ones singing love songs for a living, fancied all things romantic. Forget Valentine’s Day, Christmas is the real deal. The most romantic time of the year.”

“Well, people like me don’t all enjoy this shit. It’s overrated. Commercial. Full of clichés. No, thanks. I’ll choose palm trees over candy canes any day.”

“You’d be surprised how the Holidays can win you over.”

I snorted. “Don’t think so.”

With earbuds in, I slumped in my seat, watching the Nashville skyline through the window as it disappeared, the more we neared the airport.

◄Other Books in the Carter Hills Band Universe

- False Promises
- BlindSided (Heart Song duet book #1)
- Sweet Agony
- Cruel Destiny (Second Tear duet book #1)
- Beautiful Salvation (Second Tear duet book #2)
- Wild Encounter (BreathLess duet book #1)
- Brittle Scars (BreathLess duet book #2)
- Last Hope
- Midnight Sparks
- Fallen Legend (Lonesome Heart duet book #1)
- Rising Star (Lonesome Heart duet book #2)
- SnowBound (Two of Us duet book #1)

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