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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Epilogue

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  Wrong Time For Mr. Right

  Nicole Flockton

  Contents

  About the Book

  A Message from Roxanne St. Claire

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

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  Also by Nicole Flockton

  About the Book

  At the peak of her career, Hollywood star Sienna Fairley turns her back on it all when she finds herself the guardian of her brother’s son. Wanting to give the boy some stability she uproots them both and moves to Mimosa Key. The last person she expects to see is her handsome former Agent, Aaron Madison—the man she’s hidden a massive crush from since the moment she met him. But Aaron’s presence could threaten the new life she’s created.

  Aaron Madison never thought he’d see the woman who caused him no end of grief when he arrived at the world famous Casa Blanca Resort, in Barefoot Bay, to be best man at a friend’s wedding. Sienna Fairley’s diva attitude was legendary, her tantrums memorable, but they’re nowhere to be seen now. In fact, her role as a mother shockingly seems to be one tailor made for her. An inconvenient attraction long buried bursts to life.

  With the threat of a custody battle hanging over Sienna’s head, it’s the wrong time for Mr. Right to resurface in her life. Or is it the perfect time?

  A Message from Roxanne St. Claire

  Welcome to Barefoot Bay Kindle World, a place for authors to write their own stories set in the tropical paradise that I created! For these books, I have only provided the setting of Mimosa Key and a cast of characters from my popular Barefoot Bay series. That’s it! I haven’t contributed to the plotting, writing, or editing of Wrong Time for Mr. Right. This book is entirely the work of Nicole Flockton, who is returning to Barefoot Bay for a second “Mr. Right” story.

  This time, Mr. Right is in for a surprise when a woman he thought was a diva turns out to be nothing what he expected…and everything he wants. A sizzling read that is sure to appeal to readers who love when characters just can’t fight the attraction, this one is sure to be a crowd-pleaser! Kick off your shoes and fall in love!

  Roxanne St. Claire, the creator of Barefoot Bay

  PS. If you’re interested in the rest of the Barefoot Bay Kindle World novels or would like to explore the possibility of writing your own book set in my world, visit www.roxannestclaire.com for details!

  Chapter One

  Help needed! Save me from wedding planners and stressed out brides.

  Aaron Madison chuckled as he read the text message from Tom Carrington, a client who was now his best friend. He strode into the lobby of the famous Casa Blanca Resort and typed out a response.

  Just walked into the hotel. Let me check-in and I’ll call and rescue you.

  You’re the best. If I see another flower or fabric choice I’m gonna lose my mind. There’s a reason I employ designers to do the interior of the houses on the show.

  Although he might appear to be grumbling, Aaron had a feeling Tom was enjoying every second. He was smitten with his wife-to-be, Caryn and would no doubt sit through one hundred wedding planner meetings to make her happy.

  He tried not envy his friend, but part of him wouldn’t mind having what Tom and Caryn had. Their relationship had certainly helped with the popularity of Tom’s show, Carrington’s Dream Homes. Of course, his dark hair, green eyes and rugged handyman looks helped as well.

  The past season has seen record audience numbers with the network clamoring to sign Tom to another fat contract. The man’s happiness seemed to radiate off of him, onto the television screen and into viewers living rooms. The fact the demographic leaned more to the female variety didn’t hinder the show or its popularity.

  As much as Aaron enjoyed his job and the commissions he earned from negotiating those large contracts, he was here to vacation and enjoy a little off time. He could worry about clients and shows in a couple of weeks’ time. He was beginning to feel jaded at the business; time away would do him good. Even though being best man at Tom’s wedding wasn’t quite leaving work behind.

  “Can I help you, sir?”

  He smiled at the lovely looking woman standing behind the desk. “Hi, I have a reservation, Aaron Madison.”

  “Oh yes, Mr. Madison, you’re here for the Stapleton/Carrington wedding. We’re very excited they chose to have their wedding at our resort.”

  Aaron didn’t doubt Casa Blanca Resort had a very good return guest rate. He’d only been standing in the lobby for about five minutes, already he could feel the tension radiating out of him. There was something in the air, a crispness and freshness he found hard to find in the smoggy streets of LA. “It’s a beautiful location for a wedding.”

  “Just wait until you see the spectacular event Barefoot Brides will be putting on for them.” A few clicks later she’d looked up his info and held out a little envelope for Aaron. “Here you go. You’re in our beautiful Winter Iris Villa. You have your own private pool, as well as access to the beach. If you don’t mind waiting for a moment, one of our staff will take you to get settled in.”

  “Oh no, that’s okay I’m meeting the groom in a couple of minutes.”

  “In that case, the porter will ensure all your luggage is delivered to your villa. Enjoy your stay, Mr. Madison and if you need anything, my name is Ella, and I’ll be happy to help you.” She finished her marketing spiel with a dazzling smile.

  “Thank you.” He pocketed his key, walked away from the desk, and called Tom.

  “Hey, Aaron, are you here yet?”

  What the heck? Didn’t Tom want Caryn to know they’d texted? Well, he could go along with that.

  “Yeah, listen I need to tell you something. Can you meet me in the lobby, and we can get a drink or something?”

  “Sure, hang on. Honey, Aaron needs to talk to me,” Tom’s words were muffled, as if he’d palmed the speaker. “I’m going to go meet him. I’ll see you back at the villa in half an hour or so?”

  Aaron waited for a few beats, before the muffled conversation renewed. “It’s no wonder I love you.” He heard the sound of kissing and then a very clear, “Aaron?”

  “Yeah, still here.”

  “Great, stay where you are I’ll be out there in a couple of minutes.”


  “Okay, see you soon.” The call ended and he gazed out the glass windows at the view of the bay the resort resided on. Barefoot Bay was picturesque and everything a beachside resort should have.

  White sands.

  Sparkling blue water.

  Sienna Fairley walking toward the water, holding the hand of a small child.

  What? Sienna Fairley? No it can’t be.

  Sienna was blonde, not a brunette. And she certainly didn’t have a kid. No way could she have kept that hidden from him.

  Aaron made a move to follow, when a hand landed on his shoulder.

  “Hey, where you running to? You’re supposed to be waiting for me.”

  He glanced once more at the woman, before facing Tom. He obviously had it wrong. No way could Sienna be anywhere near Barefoot Bay. It would be too quiet for her. In fact, he had no idea where his once star client had disappeared to.

  All he’d received from her was one email stating she was quitting acting after finishing her current movie. She hadn’t even turned up for the opening.

  The fans and public had speculated everything from a rehab stint to trekking the Nepalese mountains.

  “Aaron? You okay?”

  With a shake of his head, he focused on his friend. “Yeah, just thought I saw someone I know.”

  Tom nodded. “It’s highly likely. Casa Blanca is known for being discrete when it comes to high profile clients. In fact, the whole of Mimosa Key is. It’s one of the reasons why I came down here to relax between seasons. Although you may want to avoid the Super Min. Depending on Charity’s mood, she may keep quiet or let everyone know you’re visiting.”

  “Look how well your visit turned out. You’re back here ready to get yourself chained to a woman. Never thought I’d see the day.”

  “Don’t knock it until you try it. Meeting Caryn is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I can’t wait for her to be my wife.”

  He’d heard the term starry eyed. Assumed it was a trick Hollywood producers used in their movies. But the look in Tom’s eyes when he talked about his upcoming wedding, starry eyed described it perfectly.

  “Yeah, I know, you’re deliriously happy. Now that I saved you from flowers and fabric swatches, where shall we go? You know this place better than I do.”

  “Let’s go grab a drink and sit out on the patio. The view’s amazing.”

  “Sounds good. I suppose we better come up with something to tell Caryn we were talking about when she comes to find us.”

  Tom laughed and Aaron was surprised to see a little pink hue run up his face. “Well, she knows that you calling was all a ruse to get out of the wedding planning meeting. She’s cool with it.”

  He laughed as well, but again, a stab of emotion he was now recognizing as jealousy pierced his heart. He really needed to get over this.

  With the job he had, and the town he lived in, the chances of marriage working out for him was slim. Maybe he could hook up with one of the bridesmaids, like one of those rom com’s Tinseltown was renowned for. Maybe he just needed to let off a bit of steam before going back to the smoke and mirrors that was his life.

  Two hours and three beers later Aaron had a nice buzz zipping through him as he opened the door to his villa and stepped into the cool, dimly lit foyer. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust after being in the bright sunshine.

  The area was spacious and welcoming. High ceilings and wooden flooring with minimal furniture created a chic elegant atmosphere. Not a bad place to stay for the next three weeks.

  He wandered through the main living area and pulled apart the cream filmy drapes covering the glass doors leading out to the back patio.

  Aaron opened them and was assailed by the scent of the salty sea air. His gaze was drawn to the crystal blue pool. Tempting as it was, he wanted to take a walk on the beach. Swim in the bay. After all, he was at a beachside resort not one in the middle of the country where the coastal beaches were hundreds of miles away.

  He’d made the right decision the moment his feet hit the damp sand and the dying waves rushed up over his toes. The water ebbed away, taking the tension he lived with every day. He waded into the surf and swam until he had a pleasant ache in his muscles.

  Aaron meandered back up to his towel and glanced to his right. Standing a little way down the beach stood the woman he’d seen from the hotel lobby.

  The one who looked like Sienna Fairley.

  He made his way down to the beach toward her.

  “Excuse me,” he called.

  She turned and he was close enough to see her green eyes widen in panic.

  He hadn’t been mistaken when he’d caught a glimpse of her earlier in the day. She might’ve changed her hair from blonde to brown and eyes from blue to green, he’d know that face anywhere. “Sienna? What the hell are you doing here in Mimosa Key?”

  Chapter Two

  Sienna Fairley’s immediate reaction was to grab Caleb and run back to her villa. She didn’t think she could out run Aaron.

  Six months ago, she hadn’t wanted to. But one phone call had changed her life and the path she’d been on. One phone call had had her re-evaluating everything she’d ever thought was important. One phone call and she’d said goodbye to her glittering career and hello motherhood.

  A decision she didn’t regret for one minute.

  She took a deep breath and lifted her head, calling on all the lessons she’d learned while starring in some of the most popular films of the last three years. “Hello, Aaron. You’re looking well.”

  As he closed the distance between them, she flicked her gaze to where Caleb knelt on the sand, building a lopsided castle. Sienna didn’t want to scare the boy, because she had a feeling that anything Aaron said could upset him, and that was the last thing she wanted. Caleb was finally beginning to relax around her.

  “You disappear straight after filming The Treehouse. Don’t answer my calls or emails. Don’t turn up to the premier. The whole world thinks you’ve died or are closeted away in some out of the way rehab facility. And the first words you say to me are I’m looking well? What the hell is going on here?”

  “Look, I know you’re angry.”

  “Angry doesn’t even begin to cover what I’m feeling at this moment.”

  Before Sienna could answer, a tug on her shorts had her looking down.

  Caleb’s sweet, innocent face was tilted up at her, fear showing in his big brown eyes. “Mama, why is the man yelling at you?”

  Her heart melted and tears pooled. The little boy had called her Mama. He’d never said that word to her. In fact, she’d never expected him to.

  She wasn’t his mom. She was his aunt, and a cruel twist of fate had thrown them together. They’d been muddling along for so long, she feared they’d never make any progress.

  The four-year-old calling her Mama was definitely a first step to Caleb accepting her in his life. Just as she had accepted him as her son the moment she’d picked him up from the nanny’s house.

  Sienna crouched and met her son’s eyes. “It’s okay, sweetie. This man won’t hurt you or me. He’s an old friend. And,” she glanced at Aaron. “He won’t yell again. Will you?”

  “No. Sorry.” Her former agent sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it more, which tempted her to wanting to straighten it out.

  As quickly as the thought sprang into her mind, she squashed it. For so long she’d tried to get Aaron’s attention with her juvenile diva stunts. Now she had to be responsible.

  She couldn’t do anything to jeopardize her burgeoning relationship with Caleb. Or do anything to give Caleb’s maternal grandparents any reason to contest the wishes of the Will and sue for custody.

  They were of the opinion a movie star wasn’t a good person to be their only grandson’s mother.

  Fighting them was the last thing Caleb needed, but her brother and sister-in-law had believed she would be the best for their son and she was going to prove them correct.

  “Why don’t you go b
ack to building your sandcastle, honey? When I’ve finished talking to Aaron I’ll come play and then we’ll go get a milkshake?”

  The little boy looked between her and Aaron, before he nodded and trotted back to where he’d been sitting. She watched him for a few moments to make sure he was all right before looking back at Aaron.

  Her heart skipped a beat when she really let herself look at him. His swim shorts hung long on his hips. Even though he spent most of his time behind a desk, it was clear that he looked after his body. Having worked with some of the biggest male leads in Hollywood, she’d seen her fair share of bare chests and well pronounced six-packs. With his sandy blond hair and blue eyes he was the epitome of a California surfer, only she bet he didn’t spend much time at the beach riding the waves on a fiberglass board.

  Even though he didn’t have a defined six-pack, Aaron had some nice definition. She found that more attractive. Who would’ve guessed he had a great form hiding beneath his expensive business suits.

  “Are you going to talk or stare?”

  Heat suffused her face and it wasn’t from the sun. “What do you want to talk about?”

  “There are so many things we have to talk about, Sienna. Why did you walk away from your career? Why didn’t you promote your last film? A one line email doesn’t answer it. What I’d really like to know is—how did you keep the fact you had a child so quiet from the press and from me? Is he the reason for your random disappearing acts?”

  No. My disappearing acts were to get your attention. Yeah, she could just imagine how well that would go down if she told him that nugget of truth. He’d probably throw back his head and laugh at her.