Blurb:
When
Alysin decided to surprise her boyfriend at work with dinner, the
surprise was on her. Since he was going at it with his secretary on the
conference table, she packed a bag and called her BFF. Jolie and Alysin
had been traveling the country, working as digital nomads for ten years
ever since graduation. Taking this as a sign it was time for a new move,
they decided to take a cruise, regroup, and make a plan.
Then she meets Mr. Bedroom Eyes. Following her lead, they pretend to be married so that she can rid herself of the guy who started hitting on her before the boat left the dock. Though it was supposed to be a momentary arrangement, he asks her to take it one step farther. Then another and another. The cruise promises to be memorable in every way that matters.
Along the way, Alysin learns that she won't have to fake an orgasm if she's with someone who knows what to do, that not all men suck, but the best ones suck really well, and that sometimes what starts out as something pretend, can fast become something completely real. Will the woman who lives life with no regrets, regret that she made that stupid rule about not exchanging names and contact info?
Then she meets Mr. Bedroom Eyes. Following her lead, they pretend to be married so that she can rid herself of the guy who started hitting on her before the boat left the dock. Though it was supposed to be a momentary arrangement, he asks her to take it one step farther. Then another and another. The cruise promises to be memorable in every way that matters.
Along the way, Alysin learns that she won't have to fake an orgasm if she's with someone who knows what to do, that not all men suck, but the best ones suck really well, and that sometimes what starts out as something pretend, can fast become something completely real. Will the woman who lives life with no regrets, regret that she made that stupid rule about not exchanging names and contact info?
Teaser:
All over the ship, the party atmosphere had taken hold. The cruise was predominantly made up of
adults, thank god. Nothing will ruin a
good time faster than a crying baby or whiny toddler. Shoot, throw in a child with a full-blown
temper tantrum and I want to put a loaded gun in my mouth. I seem to have managed to escape any hint of
maternal instincts. I have yet to
experience a biological clock scare. I’m
probably more likely to encounter biological warfare on American soil than
suffer from that ailment. Who
knows? Maybe I’ll feel differently in
five or ten years. At the same time, I
seriously hope not.
The aromas of the buffet on the lido deck hit me the minute
I exited the elevator. Then I remembered
that if I planned to enjoy the buffets and maintain my slim size six figure then
I would need to start taking the stairs.
I frowned. Maybe I should take
the mid-morning Pilates class that seemed to be offered daily, or walk the
track. I chuckled. I don’t own a pair of sneakers. Pilates it would be.
After loading a plate with salad, fruit, potato salad, and
some nice southern fried chicken, I found a table by the windows that was
vacant. Setting the plate down on the
granite, I started to pull out my chair when a man came out of nowhere and did
it for me. He wasn’t in uniform. This wasn’t a crewmember being helpful. Nope.
I had already attracted a new douche.
How the hell did they always seem to find me? If this was any indication as to how the rest
of the week was going to go, it was going to feel like a year. I’m not the kind to hibernate in the cabin to
avoid problems. I find a way to make
them go away.
This time would be no different. After he helped me push in the seat, I
spoke. “Thank you.” Then I focused on my food and started eating my
salad. Sometimes, I just can’t get
enough roughage.
“You are welcome, gorgeous.”
He smiled at me, a smile that clearly cost him more than most people
make in six months. “So, do you have a
name?”
I was chewing and didn’t rush that part to answer
him. It would be good for him to wait. He needed to be as
uncomfortable as he was
making me feel…or would have been making me feel if I wasn’t already
worn out
on men at the moment. Leisurely, I
swallowed.
“Yes.” Then I loaded
my fork with another bite and kept on eating.
Clearly, I had flustered him…not enough for him
to leave me
alone, mind you, but his soft underbelly was beginning to show. It was
all squishy and pink. He laughed it off. “What is it?”
He asked in what was probably his most seductive tone.
“You already guessed it.
Gorgeous. It’s right there on my
birth certificate. Imagine how that
could have gone had I not lived up to the hype.” I looked at him evenly, not even cracking a
smile.
Would you believe he just kept talking, like we were old
friends or soon to be bedroom buddies.
That guy couldn’t have pried his way into my room with a crow bar. Nope.
My vagina was closed to him for sure.
Finally I interrupted him, which was just as well since I
had tuned out everything after his empty chuckle. “So, dude, what makes you think I was eating
alone?” I asked with more than a hint of
annoyance.
“Well, you walked in here alone,” he began nervously.
“Yes, well, that’s not the same thing as being alone.” This was the kind of moment that normally
Jolie would rescue me from. She would show up and do something to ensure the
guy knew we were “lovers.” Maybe this
time I was on my own. Then I saw
him. He had those classic good looks,
pretty without looking feminine; a strong jaw, beautiful warm brown eyes, and
rich brown hair that was both thick and curly.
Why couldn’t that guy have
pulled out my chair?
Standing, I stepped in front of him. “Babe, did
you not see me? I was right here. Did you get my Coke?” I could see
that he was mildly shocked. I could fix that. In a few seconds he was
going to be majorly
shocked. I planned to render him
speechless…and malleable. I stood on my
tiptoes and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. As I imagined, I was
offered a hungrier
look. That’s when I made my move. Slowly, I matched my lips to his and
then
shifted so that I was angled and we were kissing…really really kissing.
He played along. Seconds later he had played right into my
hand. Wow wow wow.
“Help me, please,” I breathed into his ear.
“Anything for you, sexy.”
He sealed his vow with a kiss on my cheek that totally did not
suck. He looked over at my
intruder. “Who’s this guy?” He asked, jerking his thumb in the guy’s
direction.
“I have no idea. I’m
sure he was just keeping the seat warm for you though.” I smiled at him and frowned over at the guy
who was keeping me from my meal.
“Uh, yeah, I was just leaving,” the man mumbled. Then he stood up as he mumbled and soon
walked away.
The new guy sat down.
I stared over at him. “Hey, don’t
mind me. I just ended up getting drawn
into your little charade. Hope you don’t
mind if I enjoy my meal while we keep up appearances?” He smiled
“Nope. We’re good,” I
replied.
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