Finest Island of the World
Erotic Romance: Interracial/Multicultural, Contemporary, Erotic
Cover Artist: Dawné Dominique
Line Editor: Red Rose Publishing
Word Count: 2,480
Release Date: March 24, 2010
What does a woman do when she’s dumped on the verge of a once in a lifetime Pacific Island cruise?
Why she finds a Tahitian god to take his place.
Papeete, Rangiroa, Omoa, Atuona, Vaipaee, Hatiheu, Tiaohae, Bora Bora, Tahaa, Moorea. In a word Tahiti. All around were turquoise blue waters, emerald green peaks, and golden beaches. Oh yeah, and the jerk that dumped me for a bitch once we had flown there. A few nights in one of those cottages on stilts in the water, and then a cruise for two weeks. It had been a treat for myself, and being in a generous mood, I had paid for my boyfriend as well. He didn’t seem to care that I had to pay full price of the room on the ship regardless if he was there or not. Staring around the hotel lobby there were dozens of couples on honeymoons most likely. Not a single person that was alone in sight.
Then I saw him. Don’t ask me why, but the thought of eight thousand dollars to sleep alone was too much. That was the jerks’ ticket price, my own was on top of that. It was a lifelong dream to see Tahiti and I wanted to go on a particular ship I had seen. It didn’t come cheap.
This man though, my god. He was a local, 6’2”, golden skin, dark hair, and eyes and the body of a swimmer. Did I mention the tattoos that covered most of his legs? I didn’t care that he was a performer in the hotel, there was going to be someone in that suite with me, and he was going to be good looking. This guy was way over qualified.
“I’m going to ask you something really outrageous.” He lifted those obsidian eyes to look at me. “You want to go on a cruise? It leaves in four hours and if I’m paying for the space I’m going to put a body in it.”
“Is there a specific reason you’re asking me?”
I couldn’t help grinning. “Yeah.”
The corner of his mouth turned up, he was killing me right there.
“I’ll go get some clothes on.”
I couldn’t keep my eyes from taking all of him in slowly. Broad shoulders, narrow hips and waist, and all he wore was a native looking thing wrapped around those hips. “You don’t need to on my account.”
The sparkle in his eye was all I needed to see that sharing a sixteen thousand dollar room would be well worth the money. “They do require a bit more for guests. Private I’m sure we can come to an arrangement. Give me an hour.”
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