MIDNIGHT SUN by MJ Fredrick

We continue today with author MJ Fredrick and her latest romance release, Midnight Sun, available now at Amazon....


This wasn’t the adventure she’d signed up for…

A sexy boss, a rough crossing, and pirates—all Brylie Winston wanted was a job to help her earn money to buy her own restaurant. She hopes to earn it by working as a chef on a cruise to Antarctica. But she’s slept with her boss, which throws her off-balance even more than the rough seas and warnings of pirates in the area. And he’s determined to have a repeat performance…

Bad boy former snowboarder Marcus Devlin is running from his reputation, sent to learn the family business after decking a senator’s son and making the papers. So maybe he indulged in a last-minute fling before boarding his family’s cruise ship to Antarctica. Perhaps Fate is showing him that wasn’t so bad—the gorgeous redhead who snuck out of his bed is on the cruise. She’ll be a lovely distraction during his exile.

But when South American pirates take over the ship, his instinct is to protect her and the other passengers. But what does a spoiled rich boy know about saving people’s lives?


Excerpt from Midnight Sun:

“Marcus.” Her face was pale in the dim light, her eyes dark with fear. “I can’t. The passengers. We have to get them to safety. You know what my father said.”
He hesitated. Every molecule in his body, that he’d trained himself to listen to, told him to bolt, to hide. But she was right. The passengers were his responsibility.

“I’ll go.” He couldn’t allow her to come up her father’s bleeding body on the deck. He couldn’t be sure the man had been shot, but he’d been bloody close to the terrorists. Damn, he wished he knew what was going on, if the security guys had gone into action with those power hoses—and if that had been effective.

“I have to go. My father—”

Gunfire below them cut her off. Automatic weapons fired in staccato bursts, and hand guns popped. Ours or theirs? Screams from the passengers. Marcus realized getting all the passengers to the interior of the ship, in one place, would make it easier for the terrorists to hurt them. No. He and Brylie had to find a way to hide, to call for help.

“We won’t be able to get to them without getting caught ourselves.” He flinched when another gunshot went off, this one closer, from what sounded like the stairwell. He jumped up and hit the ceiling tile with the tips of his fingers to make sure it moved. When it shifted to his satisfaction, he turned to Brylie, who was wild-eyed and tense enough to snap.

He placed a hand on her shoulder to focus her. “Trust me.”

He went down on a knee, forming a cup with his hand and she placed her booted foot into it. Straining, he lifted her until she could reach the ceiling. She shoved a tile out of her way and pulled herself through as he rose, pushing her along.

“Good girl,” he muttered.

More shouting from the deck had him hesitate. She was safe, but did he have time to follow her up, or would he get caught and give her away? He scanned her room for a quick way to give him a boost, but using something like that would leave a clue about where they’d gone. He closed her bedroom door and looked up into her face as she leaned down to help him.

He grasped her wrists, and with his foot on the railing on the other side of the hallway, he pushed himself up and into the crawlspace beside her. He got the paneling in place just as he heard footsteps in the hall. He cradled Brylie against him, feeling her shivering, as a loud crash sounded down the hall, then another.

They were kicking in doors, looking for passengers.

What the hell did they want?