Hideaway Hero

By Kathleen O'Brien

Fast Fiction Romantic – short stories with a Happy Ever After

Greta Kinyon should be looking forward to a romantic vacation with her boyfriend at her favorite bed–and–breakfast, the Hideaway. Instead she finds herself unceremoniously dumped. Luckily, she can always rely on the inn's owner, Gabriel Lennox, to offer his rather broad shoulders for her to cry on...

• Language: English
• Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Australia
• Release date: May 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781488721540

Kathleen O'Brien

Kathleen O’Brien is a former feature writer and TV critic who’s written more than 35 novels. She’s a five-time finalist for the RWA Rita award and a multiple nominee for the Romantic Times awards. Though her books range from warmly witty to suspenseful, they all focus on strong characters and thrilling romantic relationships. They reflect her deep love of family, home and community, and her empathy for the challenges faced by women as they juggle today's complex lives.

Book preview

Chapter One

Greta Kinyon stood at the window of her Hideaway Hill suite, gazing at the sunset that shimmered on Bodega Bay and wondering why she couldn’t relax. This B and B was her favorite retreat. Ordinarily, the minute she set foot in the lobby, she felt a lovely wash of peace and her worries fell away.

Today, though, the magic hadn’t kicked in. She was restless. Nervous. Wrong from head to toe.

And she had no idea why. She’d just closed one of the biggest real estate deals of her career. She’d been able to give a nice bonus to her assistant, who was going through a tough divorce. Greta’s father, her main investor and mentor, would be thrilled about the sale, though the bonus would exasperate him. He had many wonderful qualities, but giving without expectation of return wasn’t among them.

Still, the sale had been a coup. And now she was starting a week’s vacation at one of the prettiest spots on the California coast and planning to spend it with Franklin Marks, the man she’d been seeing for the past year.

Recipe for bliss, right?

And yet…

Greta stepped out of her heels, then peeled off her jacket. Plopping on the bed, she tossed a pillow across her stomach, as if applying pressure there might settle the butterflies she seemed to have swallowed. Just for a minute, she shut her eyes.

Suddenly someone rapped at the suite’s door. As she jolted awake, the stomach butterflies reacted to the knock, fluttering frantically.

And then she knew. Franklin. As strange as it sounded, she was dreading seeing Franklin.

Come in,she called, noting that the last of the sunset was merely a gold shadow on the carpet. How long had she slept?

She heard the door open in the front room, followed by the rumble of a room-service cart. She whisked her feet down and tried to smooth the bed-head out of her hair. Franklin must have ordered something.

Thanks…please just put it—

But as she entered the other room, she got a look at the man pushing the cart.

Gabe!Her heart lifted.

Though this was her fifth vacation at the Hideaway, the gorgeous owner, Gabriel Lennox, never seemed to change. He always wore some version of a soft Henley shirt that molded to his sexy chest, and faded jeans, which did the same for his lean legs. His chestnut hair still didn’t have a single strand of gray, even though he was thirty-six—six years older than Greta—and she’d found one on her pillow just last week.

He always looked casual and earthy, as if he’d just come from building a tree house, yet he never seemed out of place, even among his most elegant guests.

Hey, Chicken Little.He opened his arms. Welcome back.

She groaned at the old nickname, though secretly she loved hearing it. Her first year at the Hideaway, she’d booked this suite for the express purpose of losing her virginity on her twenty-sixth birthday. She’d ended up chickening out, and instead spent all night on the back porch with Gabe, crying into her wine until he began making jokes so absurd she had to laugh.

She returned his hug warmly. As usual, she stole a glance at his left hand. Still single. Amazing. Female guests at the Hideaway outnumbered the men five to one, undoubtedly because word had spread that the owner was a hottie.

Some of the guests weren’t subtle about what they wanted, either, and Greta wondered how often he accepted. Last year, she had spotted a well-known actress emerging from his suite in the predawn hours, looking dazed and delighted. It was the only time she’d seen anyone near his room…but, then, Greta only came to the Hideaway once a year.

Still. Apparently even the actress hadn’t received a permanent offer. Maybe Gabe just wasn’t the marrying kind.

His arm still around Greta’s shoulder, Gabe surveyed the empty room. So where’s Mr. Lucky?

Over the past four