10 Days in Paradise
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
ISBN: 1-59998-925-5

4 Stars and an "O" from Just Erotic Romance Reviews: "Their love scenes have the passionate quality of an erupting volcano that can singe fingertips and set the computer screen ablaze...a wonderful but deep read with the backdrop of the beautiful and romantic island..."

She didn't ask for 10 days of hot sex. But guess what she's going to get?

Career-obsessed Celeste McMillan travels to the Big Island to prepare for the biggest professional challenge of her life. The last thing this repressed ice queen expects is to spend her vacation living out her sexual fantasies with Kanoe Anakalea, a tattooed surfer with deep ties to his Hawaiian roots. Kanoe and Celeste see one another as stereotypes, but as they shed their clothes, they can't keep from revealing layers of themselves. What starts off as incredible sexual chemistry soon turns into something much deeper. But Celeste only has ten days. And everyone knows vacation flings can't last...

10 Days in Paradise
Celeste wanted to run her fingers over that tattoo, trace those strong, dark lines with her fingers, feel the hard muscles beneath the exotic design... Every nerve in her body seemed to stand on end in anticipation.

Why not? Why not go for it? Have a wild, exotic vacation fling? Something to remember Hawaii by?

She shook herself. It must be all the humidity. Maybe she was high on the flowery-smelling air. She was not the vacation fling type of woman.

Just because she wanted to feel it again, or maybe simply to test if the connection was still there, she inched her hand towards where his was clasped over the railing.

As soon as her skin made contact with his, she stopped. Yes. Shockwaves flowed down her arms, streaming through her body, centering between her legs. Kanoe stood frozen, staring rigidly at the sea. She didn't know what battle he waged, or why he wasn't turning and ravishing her right here, right now. But from the hints he gave her with his body language, she knew he was experiencing the same strong, strange feelings she was.

With a little thrill, she thought she might actually be willing to take the risk with this man. What would it be like to have sex with him, here on the porch as the rain pattered on the tin roof? Her body tightened, her pussy felt flushed and warm. She couldn't remember ever feeling this hot for someone.

It was a good thing he was being rational, because she certainly wasn't. His stiffness, however, was enough to bring back some of her reason. Reining herself in, she drew in a deep, long breath. "Thanks again for your help. I don't know how I would have gotten in the house without you."

He looked down at her, and when their eyes locked, her heart slammed against her chest double time.

"You're welcome."

She didn't want him to go, but that was wrong, wrong, wrong. There were so many things wrong with wanting him to stay, she could not even begin to tick them off in her mind. He had to go, no matter how much she wanted to see him naked, feel him inside her...

She needed to unpack, clean up. Take a nap, though she suddenly didn't feel tired, despite her lack of sleep for the past thirty-six hours.

But in order for her to accomplish those things, he had to leave.

"I'll see you around, maybe?" Her voice was low, huskier than normal. Still, it was a clear hint for him to go, and a part of her regretted it even as the words escaped her mouth.

His lips curled up at the edges in a half smile. "Maybe."

She led him around to the front of the house and watched him stride to the top of the cliff and take his canary-yellow surfboard from where it leaned on her rental car. He turned away and walked up the road towards the line of cars parked along the guardrail at the cliff's edge. The rain started coming down hard, and he disappeared into it like an apparition.

She released a heavy sigh. He was gone. Thank God.

But a part of her, that devil deep inside, kicked and screamed.