Clad in a shimmering, sequins-covered jumpsuit that was spectacularly impractical for trekking through mud, Loretta found herself tied to a chair in the middle of a clearing. Facing her was Abigail Fairfax, an eccentric billionaire with a messiah complex and a singular obsession: the "Crown of Fire." He believed Loretta’s latest book wasn't just fiction, but a map to a real, lost city hidden for millennia.
"I'm here to save you!" Alan shouted, though his heroic pose was immediately ruined when he tripped over a stray root. Clad in a shimmering, sequins-covered jumpsuit that was
Just as Fairfax’s mercenaries prepared to move out, a crash echoed through the canopy. Bursting through the ferns—and looking like he had just stepped off a shampoo commercial—was Alan. To the world, he was 'Dash McMahon,' the dim-witted but beautiful cover model for Loretta’s books. To Loretta, he was just a guy who used too much bronzer. Just as Fairfax’s mercenaries prepared to move out,
What followed was a chaotic, high-stakes race against time. Loretta, with her brilliant mind for ancient linguistics, and Alan, with his surprising (if clumsy) heart of gold, had to outrun Fairfax's private army. Along the way, they navigated crumbling stone temples, dodged booby traps that belonged in a museum, and realized that the "Crown of Fire" wasn't the treasure everyone thought it was. To Loretta, he was just a guy who used too much bronzer