I'm thrilled to bring you the third interlude in the Under the Caribbean Sun series,
Caribbean Crush.
If you can’t stand the heat, stay away from old flames.
The second Antonnis Prinsen sees his old flame, he knows she’s the lifeline
to keep him from drowning in his brother’s matrimonial mayhem. It’s been years
since they’ve talked, but surely by now she understands that a clean break was
best. Instead of making a smooth re-introduction into her life, he finds his
path blocked by a giant iguana. And Kristin looking at him as if he’s lower than
the reptile.
Kristin Taylor spent her youth tangled up in Antonnis, but then he cut ties
and disappeared. Now she leads a full and orderly life—until she finds herself
walking down the aisle beside him. Thank goodness, it’s only to see his brother
and her friend tie the knot.
Except Antonnis seems intent on picking up where they left off, and she has
to admit she still has a weakness for him. Especially when he tempts her with an
irresistible offer—one hot night, and this time she gets the chance to leave him
cold.
Warning: Beware of signature cocktails and old flames rekindled. Either one
will weaken your resolve—and your knees—before you know what’s hit you.
Antonnis tossed a half-smile at Kristin, wishing he hadn’t
been caught like a peeping Tom. But the giant lizard at his feet had to have
cousins in the Paleolithic. He’s seen dogs smaller than this
behemoth. If the row of green spikes running along the back of the beast weren’t
enough, he had a grotesque turkey waddle under his block head and whipped his
tail against the ground like a…well,
a whip.
“Don’t move.” Kristin made her way to him, her gingham
blouse undone and making her look like a very naughty Dorothy from the Wizard
of Oz. Goodness knew she always sent him over the rainbow.
“He’s planning on making my foot his supper.” The thing
puffed up its red waddle like a balloon and started bobbing its head.
“More likely he’s thinking of mating with you.” She knelt
down at his feet and peered at the creature, then let out a low whistle. The
iguana froze, and then turned tail and ran beneath a scrubby bush.
Kristin sighed and straightened, buttoning her blouse with
rapid precision. She was his favorite memory of the island, and he’d hoped to
find her there. Though he figured by now she would have moved on, married and had a handful of
babies. Her bare fingers and slender, willowy figure had him wondering just
when her plans for her future had changed.
Everyone has a Caribbean Crush, whether it's rum punch, the weather, or the book boyfriend you've always dreamed of.
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Caribbean Crush.
Seriously, my cousin won a chicken dinner at a restaurant last weekend. After cracking up, I thought a giveaway to celebrate Caribbean Crush was in order!
Tuesday - baked taquitos, salsa salad
