Chapter One

      Becca Wolfe’s mobile chimed. She glanced at the screen, bracing for another text from one of her three über-interfering cousins. Would it be from George—the over-playful, Jack—the over-productive? No, this time it was James, the over-protective, offering yet more “helpful” travel tips…

       James: DO eat street food. DO talk to strangers. But, don’t hate me for saying it, you should dress conservatively.

      Suppressing a giggle, Becca stretched out her arm, snapped a selfie and sent it straight back to her cousin.

       Sorry James, but needs must ;)

      She wedged her phone down her waistband and stepped forward. Time to get the show on the road.

      “Do you want to be Up. All. Night?” She stalked around the bodies spread over the beach, calling for them to come to her. “Do you want to be alert and ready for hard out action?”

      Lifting her chin, she delivered the innuendo-laden lines with as much chutzpah as she could muster.

      “You do? You want?” She brandished the pistols in her hands. “Then I’ve got your shot.”

      Sunbathers sat up, guys stood. A crowd gathered. Good. She needed people interested, people smiling, people buying into the tagline. She needed to kick some promo butt today or she’d lose the job. Seriously, how hard was it to give something away?

      Her boss at the bar she was promoting said it was all about attitude. She had the look, she had the product, all she needed was the sass and the badass grit. And that, she was just going to have to fake.

      Her friends back home would never believe she was wearing this outfit. She didn’t believe she was wearing it—let alone squirting shots of some caffeine-laced, guarana-enhanced, sugar-free energy soda into the mouths of masses. And let’s not forget that secret libido-boosting ingredient…

      Santorini in summer was filled with people out to have a good time—party long, party hard. It was holiday fun and flings all round.

      But not for Becca.

      Never. Again.

      She’d enacted a Man Ban—no boyfriend, no relationship, no nothing. She was on a mission to discover herself. Do the things she wanted to do. Fight the fear and all that. As navel-gazing and self-indulgent as it sounded, this trip was all about her. Going where she wanted. Doing what she wanted. No more getting sucked into someone else’s ideas for her future.

      This bar’s soda promo was merely the means to make the money to keep her moving. Because moving was key to this plan.

      But now she stopped, selecting a spot that was highly visible in the middle of the striking pebbled beach. “Come get your poison, people.”

      “Poison?”

      Despite the blazing heat of the high summer sun, a chill swept over Becca’s skin. “Elixir, if you prefer,” she said, glancing around, trying to see past the group surrounding her.

      “I like the sound of poison.”

      Determined to keep up the sass despite her heart suddenly skipping to quad-speed, she called out. “You game to try it?”

      There was a movement amongst the crowd, then he stepped forward into her line of sight. “Becca, I’m always game.”

      OMG. No way. Levi Everton. Hometown Mr Mysterious. Heartthrob. Focal point of her teen lust. And heartache. Damn. Now she really needed