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Havana Holiday
Jennifer Mueller
Mainstream Romance: Historical, Sensual Romance, Interracial/Multicultural ISBN: 978-1-60435-079-1 Cover Artist: Immortal Art Designs Editor: Red Rose™ Publishing Line Editor: Red Rose™ Publishing Word Count: 42,500 Release Date: December 10, 2008
Is it true, what happens in Havana stays in Havana? Five women are about to find out or are they?
5 stories, 4 days, 3 nights, 2 times the fun, and 1 heck of a good time. Dahlia, Eve, Nora, Alice, and Marianne; when five women who work together in depression era Boston save up for a trip of a lifetime to decadent Havana, anything can happen. With seductive Latin men and rich vacationers at every turn who wouldn’t enjoy dancing till dawn, the parties, the nightclubs, the beach, the gambling, and there’s always more than one side to a story.
Who can ask for more, fun, sun and hot men to tempt and tease?
"You're the hotel gigolo then? I haven't enough money to afford you I'm sure. You look expensive." Eve asked
"I'm not sure. Was that a complement? But, no not the hotel gigolo. That's the fellow in the straw hat by the door. The old women look for him, you should never have need of his services."
Eve took a look over at the door. A very handsome man flirted with a matronly woman judging by her batting at him as if he just said something naughty. "How much do you think he would charge for a wedding on short notice?"
His eyebrows furrowed. "You need to be married?"
Eve just about choked at the thought. "No, just to attend one. I've been planning a vacation with my friends for two years and my former fiancée just showed up with his new fiancée. They are to get married here tomorrow and he invited me."
"Ahh." That one word and he expressed everything, understanding, sympathy even. "Save your money. I will take you tomorrow. Every one knows who he is, it would not have the effect you think it would."
"And you should have a better effect you think?" He smiled again. God would he.
"Undoubtedly."
"What qualifications have you then? You aren't the gigolo or the cheering committee could you pull it off do you think?" That was like putting a red flag in front of a bull. His hands slid far from proper, cupping each hip as they danced. Gentle fingers skimmed up the length of her back and she tried not to sigh. Tried not to kiss the man then and there when his hands held either side of her neck, his thumbs caressing her cheek.
"Would it not work better if the man you find was actually interested in you than in payment? My first qualification would be that I am surely interested querida." He spun her unexpectedly, Bill and Anna sat in the front table watching a man making love to her under the guise of dancing.
"He's right there." She hissed in horror. She was spun back around as her partner looked.
"Him. He has the face of a weasel. It is better you did not end up marrying him."
Eve couldn't help but laugh into his shoulder. "Well perhaps."
"You hide your smile. How will I know if I'll melt?"
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