The Escape Series (#1 – 3)

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Recipe for a must-read series The Kindle Book Review calls “outrageously entertaining…”

Start with a jilted bride, a reality show starlet, and a workaholic. Add in a crazy grandma, picturesque island settings, and three handsome heroes. Read and enjoy!

Getting Lei’d: Jilted nearly-at-the-altar by text message. Honeymooning with her grandma. The resort’s bartender may look like Jason Momoa, but Roxy is NOT interested.

Cruising for Love: A reality TV show looking for ratings. Kardashian wannabes on a cruise ship. What could possibly go wrong? Get swept away with Ruthie as she searches for true love on reality television.

Island Hopping: Lizzie is the workaholic everyone loves to hate. Shay is perfectly content basking on the beach. Can these two polar opposites find enough common ground to let their undeniable spark of attraction ignite?

These beach (or wishing you were at the beach) reads are loaded with opposites attracting, humor, and second chances at romance. Escape with them now.

Whisk your mind away to where the palm trees sway today!

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“Every book in this box set had great character and storyline development that kept me totally engaged throughout each book in this must have collection!” – Pat, Goodreads Reviewer

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Ann Omasta is a USA Today bestselling author.

Ann’s Top Ten list of likes, dislikes, and oddities:

I despise whipped cream. There, I admitted it in writing. Let the ridiculing begin.
Even though I have lived as far south as Key Largo, Florida, and as far north as Maine, I landed in the middle.
If I don’t make a conscious effort not to, I will drink nothing but tea morning, noon, and night. Hot tea, sweet tea, green tea––I love it all.
There doesn’t seem to be much in life that is better than coming home to a couple of big dogs who are overjoyed to see me. My other family members usually show significantly less enthusiasm about my return.
Singing in my bestest, loudest voice does not make my family put on their happy faces. This includes the big, loving dogs referenced above.
Yes, I am aware that bestest is not a word.
Dorothy was right. There’s no place like home.
All of the numerous bottles in my shower must be lined up with their labels facing out. It makes me feel a little like Julia Roberts’ mean husband from the movie Sleeping with the Enemy, but I can’t seem to control this particular quirk.
I love, love, love finding a great bargain!
Did I mention that I hate whipped cream? It makes my stomach churn to look at it, touch it, smell it, or even think about it. Great––now I’m thinking about it. Ick!