On The Rocks

<p><strong>Check list for vacation in paradise: Swim suit. Sun hat. Sunscreen. Beach read book that probably won't get read. Dinner dress. Sexy heels. Sexier underwear.</strong></p><p><strong> </strong></p><p><strong>Stuff not included on list: Kidnappers. Murderers. All-around general bad guys. Good guys who are even scarier than the bad guys.</strong></p><p> </p><p>Being a rich widow wasn't turning out anything like what I'd expected especially since I fell for all the hype in those fancy brochures that had convinced me to book a vacation in paradise.</p><p> </p><p>Okay sure my luxury escape included all the sun sand and fancy drinks with cute paper umbrellas a girl could want. I'd expected that. It even threw in a rich single hunk of a guy who seemed more than happy to help me enjoy my new life. I <em>definitely</em> hadn't expected <em>that!</em></p><p> </p><p>Unfortunately not one of those brochures had mentioned kidnapping or murder. Worse they hadn't so much as hinted at the government guys who'd suddenly shown up at my door asking a lot of unsettling questions about my dead husband and his associates. Questions for which they were convinced I had all the answers even though I didn't. I hadn't even known there'd be questions!</p><p> </p><p>When the good guys scare you a whole lot more than the bad guys who absolutely terrify you you <em>know</em> you're in Trouble with a capital T!</p>