Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Book Spotlight and Giveaway
Welcome again. Today I also have with me author Kellie Kamryn. Check out her book below and comment to win! Don't forget to follow!
Chelsea Hunter didn't come to the resort looking for sex. Jake Davis intends to change her mind. Will they be able to turn up the heat, or will their visit to Pleasure Island leave them cold?
After finalizing her divorce, Chelsea Hunter came to the resort island of Paradise for some peace and quiet so she could figure out what her next step would be. She hadn't expected to find herself at an exotic hotel dedicated to pleasures of the flesh. Too bad she doesn't want sex.
Jake Davis is back in Paradise after visiting a year ago when his own marriage fell apart. This time his fantasy is to guide a woman through her sexual journey. He hadn't counted on being paired with the only woman in Paradise who prefers privacy over pleasure!
Will Jake be able to discover what Chelsea truly needs, or will their journey to Paradise remain unfulfilled?
"This is a what?"
Chelsea Hunter couldn't believe her ears. An island resort dedicated to entertaining people's sexual pleasures? This isn't what she'd signed up for when reserving her room at the beautiful Caribbean locale. What the hell would people think if they found out she'd come here?
"I assure you that you're in the right place, Ms. Hunter," the blonde behind the reception desk told her.
Chelsea struggled to look anywhere but at the receptionist's chest, whose gigantic breasts spilled out of her red string bikini. "There must be a mistake. I reserved a room at Paradise Resort."
"This is Paradise, baby," drawled a smooth voice from Chelsea's left.
Chelsea turned, only to struggle again with where to look. There stood one of the most gorgeous men she'd ever laid eyes on. She'd guess him a few inches shy of six-feet, but his perfectly sculpted body totally made up for it. He may not have been tall, but the handsome factor was off the charts. Close cropped dark hair, midnight eyes, broad shoulders and chest without an ounce of body hair, tapered waist, and— Whoa. A zap of lust zinged straight to her core, and she dropped her gaze to his muscled thighs. That couldn't be real. Maybe his Speedo made it appear larger. She flicked another quick look. Damn… Wet heat rushed between her thighs.
Bringing her gaze back up to his face, she flushed at the amused sparkle in his eyes. She braced her hands on the reception desk, her wedding ring twinkling a bittersweet reminder as she leaned forward.
"There has to be some mistake," Chelsea pleaded. "I'm at the wrong place."