Nathaniel Ivory is known in the tabloids as “Naughty Nate,” and this son of a huge, wealthy family that’s often referred to as “American Royalty” has done everything he can to earn that nickname. Nate’s penchant for trouble has kept him from fully earning a respectable spot in the many family businesses. He’s forever destined to be the black sheep whose scandals need to be swept under the rug. But Nate is determined to change all that through his new position as the manager of the minor league baseball stadium and team that he and his friends are launching in Barefoot Bay. All he has to do is avoid even a hint of scandal.
But then he meets Liza Lemanski, an irresistible, blue-eyed bundle of trouble who makes some claims about his past that rock him to the core. Liza maintains that Nate has a son that is a result of a fling he had with her best friend, who died in an accident. Liza plans to adopt the child, but wants to eliminate any chance Nate will claim paternity rights. No problem...he doesn’t even believe he has a son, and thinks the whole thing is probably a scam. Until he sees four-year-old Dylan and recognizes every Ivory gene in the child.
All he has to do is give up his child to save himself from a scandal he can't afford to have, but suddenly Nate is looking at life differently. As he and Liza dig to find out the truth about Dylan's father and mother, their attraction turns to fire and, without a doubt, someone is going to get burned.
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All the parties, all the women, all the noise and chaos and music and wasted nights on this yacht, and Nate simply couldn’t remember one evening he enjoyed more than his dinner date with Liza Lemanski.
With the rain still holding off, and the sea breeze warm and strong, they took a long walk around the deck. The stewards and staff did exactly what he paid them to do—disappeared when he wanted them to—adding to the sensation that they were utterly alone, which was all he wanted to be.
They reached the upper deck with not a soul in sight. He guided her to the oversized leather sun bed at the far end of the yacht.