Valentines In The Presidential Suite (Beach House)

PROLOGUE

Morgan Riley stood in front of the pink, luxurious hotel on the Gulf Coast of Florida, in a charming town called Sabal.

She stared at the green palm fronds rustling in the gentle breeze, the colorful tropical flowers highlighting the landscaping, the stunning carved double wooden doors that welcomed guests, and let out a sigh.

The Beach House Hotel was everything she’d hoped for. Even more.

She was here because of a chance friendship with a man named Simon Weaver. Theirs was a lovely story.

As a gentle sea breeze lifted her hair and cooled her face, her mind drifted back to the first day they’d met…