The box set called 
Crashing Into Love

Seven spectacular authors: Daryl Devore, Brenda Dyer, Jenna Jaxon, Deb Julienne, Melissa Keir, Lisa Kumar, and D’Ann Lindun have banded together to create 7 stories based on love and survival. 

When Ashlee Trent meets handsome businessman
Kaiden West on a plane to Australia, he eases her fears even as he sets her
heart ablaze. But after their plane crashes into the ocean and they wash ashore,
will the secrets surrounding him send their budding relationship into a
Realization hit her like a rock. The guy still
holding onto her shoulder—and looking at her like she was insane—was Kaiden

He was the proud owner of a billion-dollar
multi-media company that had its fingers into everything. Magazines,
newspapers, film, and advertising were some of the cherries in his pie. And he
was plastered on all the outlets he didn’t own.

Ashlee blinked. Maybe she was experiencing a break
from reality. Not unheard of. Eddie, her latest schizophrenic child, had
nothing on her today.

But no, he was still standing before her in this
very plane, touching her shoulder! Which begged the question of why he was on
said plane and touching said shoulder.

“I believe we’re blocking the aisle. May I help
you to your seat?”

His eyes glittered so prettily and— The actual
meaning of his words pierced her addled-mind. Huh? Seat? She nodded. He could
help her to wherever he wanted.

“I’m afraid I don’t know your seat number. Can you
tell me it, or at least show me your boarding pass?”

Mortification burned through her. He thought she
couldn’t talk? She shoved the crumpled pass at him as she forced her tongue
into some kind of working order. “Here,” she rasped.

He barely lifted an arched brow over her oddness
and guided her toward her seat. The crowd parted before him as if he were
Moses. Oh, wait, he was. Moses of the media world at least.

Ashlee stood in front of her seat but didn’t sit.
At over six foot three, he didn’t need that extra advantage. She was
uncomfortable enough. Why was he even helping her? After a second’s thought,
she found she didn’t care. Though it may be stupid and reckless of her, it only
mattered that he was by her side. As she worked up the courage to thank him, he
reached for her carry-on.

With surprising gentleness, he pulled the bag
toward him, so she released her death grip on it. He flashed her a smile that
sent the butterflies into her throat before he deposited the bag into the
overhead bin.

She swallowed to get some moisture back into her
Sahara-like mouth. “Thank you. For your help.”

“It was my pleasure.”

A warm heat stole through her. What was he doing
to her?

His blue gaze swept over her, and he opened his
mouth as if to say something more. But he inclined his head and headed toward
the front again.

You can find Lisa Kumar here:
Author Bio:
Lisa Kumar is a wife, mother, and romance writer
who grew up in small-town Indiana. She now resides in the suburbs of Chicago
with her husband and son, who are used to sharing her attention with her laptop.
When not spinning tales of romance and fantasy, she can be found with her nose
buried in a book or, more accurately, her e-reader. Her scholastic background
is in psychology, which enabled her to get low-paying jobs in the human-services
sector. Needless to say, she’s now writing full-time.

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