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It can be a bit confusing as to what is indie and what is traditional, especially with hybrid authors like myself. The IRC is very inclusive, supporting the author in their career path and not just individual books.

My Western/Cowboy books Anything For a Cowboy & Captivating the Cowboy in Not My First Rodeo are considered small press (Entangled)

For Romantic Comedy, Compromising Positions is small press (Entangled), but Just Married & Snowed In are considered hybrid because I indie publish, but they’re with a large publisher (St. Martin’s).

The entire Under the Caribbean Sun series is independently published by yours truly and would fit under Contemporary Romance. Or Romantic Comedy, but only if you think they’re funny.  I mean, Caribbean Crush opens with an iguana, so...

CARIBBEAN COWBOY

What's a little fantasy between strangers...

Bedded by the Bad Boy

When Dr. Janny Baird winds up on an Aleutian island, this good-girl is so far from home she's willing to indulge in a little fantasy - like hopping on the back of a stranger's motorcycle for one wild, erotic ride.

Taken by the Tycoon

Last night's stranger is barely recognizable in a suit, which leads to another fantasy night together where the very restrained doctor gives him total control.

Claimed by the Cowboy
Back home on the Caribbean island of Anguilla, Janny is stunned to find her fantasy has taken over her reality. Nik Hansen is literally a cowboy, staking a claim on the island, and on her

WARNING :: With a man like Nik Hansen, you're secret fantasies are not safe. He'll make them come true, one by one. 

Reviews

A fun story with heaps of interesting characters and a great read I thoroughly enjoyed. - Long & Short Reviews


Their chemistry just screams at you and they had some seriously hot sex scenes! When you have chemistry like these two, you can't do anything but indulge yourself! I liked this series enough that I would like to go back and read it from the start!- The Jeep Diva


Definitely scorching, drifting into kinky at times, with moments of domination, spanking and plenty of role-play. - Book Gannett


Caribbean Cowboy by Jenna Bayley-Burke is a fun and quick read that will leave readers smiling. The banter between the two main characters is extremely enjoyable and the sex scenes are hot and highly satisfying. -Harlequin Junkie


Their chemistry just screams at you and they had some seriously hot sex scenes! When you have chemistry like these two, you can't do anything but indulge yourself!  - Deborah Perry


A little bit of fantasy and a whole lot of sexy made Caribbean Cowboy an excellent addition to this series and perfect summertime pool or beach read! All of the books in this series have had some hot moments but this one is set the room, break the furniture H-O-T! - Guilty Pleasures

Caribbean Cowboy *first look* Excerpt

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Caribbean Cowboy *first look*

CARIBBEAN COWBOY

“I need a screaming orgasm.” The curly haired goddess said with an exotic Caribbean lilt that had been catching his ear all evening. She tapped her fingertips on the bar set up in a corner of the ballroom. At least that’s what the hotel called this oversized event space. He doubted there had ever been an actual ball in Dutch Harbor. Brawl, sure. But they weren’t exactly known for class and debutants around here.

“Come again?” The bartender blinked and then shook his balding head.
Nik Hansen coughed, not sure if he were being punked. He had eight brothers in the room, and any of them were capable of a practical joke like this. But the bartender looked lost, much more accustomed to demands for beer and whiskey from Alaskan fishermen. Someone should have given the guy a heads up that this rehearsal dinner might require a basic knowledge of chick drinks.

“A screaming orgasm?” she repeated and then licked her full lips. “It’s a blowjob with vodka.”

The bartender’s eyes widened, and Nik shook his head. This place hadn’t changed a bit in the four years since he’d last been here. He stepped forward and set his elbow on the bar, blocking the view of one of the deckhands who’d worked his father’s crab boat since he could remember.

“Princess, I’ll help you out.” He turned to the bartender and counted the ingredients with his fingers. “Ice, vodka, Bailey’s, Kahlua.”

She narrowed her gaze at him, her eyes as clear and blue as a glacier, a striking contrast against her creamy cocoa skin.

The bartender shook his head. “I’m out of Bailey’s.”

Nik scanned the bottles behind the bar and nodded at the exotic beauty.

“No screaming orgasms or blowjobs with him tonight.”

She blinked those luminous eyes. “Not sure I’ll last much longer without a real drink.”

“Sex on the beach?” He smiled wide, suddenly thankful for poor liquor distribution. “I wouldn’t recommend ordering sex with the captain around this bunch of wheelhouse jockeys, unless you’re up for a cockfight.”

Her shoulders shook as she laughed, and she licked those perfect lips again. “I think Holly might object if I turn her rehearsal dinner into a melee.”

“Sex on the beach it is.” He turned to the bartender. “Orange juice, cranberry juice peach schnapps and vodka. I’ll take a shot of Jäger.” He should have guessed the beauty would be one of his sister’s friends.

The bartender served her first. She picked up the glass and gave it a stir with the plastic straw. “Thanks for translating.”

“Anything you need, just ask. I’m at your service, Princess.”

“I bet you are.” She turned and walked away, her lavender dress hugging her spectacular assets.

“Nice try, cowboy.” His younger brother, Val, appeared, laughing as he stole the shot of Jäger on the bar.

Nik shrugged. The night was young, and so was he.

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Caribbean Crush *first look*

Kristin pulled her clothes from the bicycle saddle bag, then wrapped the pleated navy skirt over her hips and buttoned it in place. It always struck her as funny that riding in sporting briefs was acceptable, but whenever she dared do the same in a skirt her mother would get phone calls. The rich and famous thought the island offered ultimate privacy, but in reality it was just one big village. From Anguillita to Snake Point and Blowing Point Harbor to The Valley, locals couldn’t make a move without notice.

“Goverdomme!” The deep voice clubbed her over the back of the head, freezing her in place with her arms half in her blue gingham blouse. Her stomach tumbled in recognition, so she sucked it in as she turned to face her own personal demon.

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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 here. 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.

“It’s rather brown for a green iguana.” She cast him a smile so fake he furrowed his brow in disbelief. “They washed up here a few years back after a bad hurricane season. I thought it might be one of our native species. They’ve become endangered since the sister species arrived. Competition, hybridization, all that.”

She turned and walked back to her bike like they were strangers. As if the precocious girl he’d known, full of goofy grins and giggles, had never existed. He pocketed his phone and followed her, unease increasing with each step. He called out her name, but she didn’t turn. Instead, she released her blonde hair from its ponytail, golden tresses streaked with sunshine falling down her back.

“Kristin?” he asked again, not sure how to proceed. He always knew the next two steps, and yet she had him on the edge of a cliff. “Are you here for the wedding rehearsal or were you looking for me?”

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Caribbean Casanova *first look*

Harm fell in step beside his brother, helping to secure the schooner to the dock. Once Sassy and her models were delivered to the bungalows, he could wash his hands of the whole mess. Trouble disembarked first, leaping into his brother’s arms as if they’d been separated for years instead of weeks. He looked down and shook his head, hoping he’d get used to the sight eventually.

Something hot and solid crashed into his chest, the scent of honeysuckle surrounding him a second before the woman who pounced on him crossed her arms behind his neck and wrapped her legs around his hips. Harm grabbed her waist on instinct, looking into naughty hazel eyes fringed with long dark lashes.

“Play along,” she whispered through her wicked smile.

Her soft lips were on his in an instant, parting slightly to fit against his mouth. Who was he to turn down such a succulent invitation?

He opened and she responded in kind, the sweet taste of cinnamon making the kiss all the more delicious. He slid his tongue along hers and she sucked in a breath, her body tensing around him. She pulled back a bit, capturing his lower lip between her teeth.

He leaned in, wanting that mouth back on his. She denied him, releasing his lip and sliding down his body until her feet touched the dock.

“You need to shave, Casanova.” She winked, her mahogany eyes dancing with mischief before she turned and walked away.

As she made her way towards the bikini-clad women stepping off the boat, he tried to place her. She looked familiar, but not in a been-there-done-that way. He had a feeling he should know who she was, but for the life of him he couldn’t recall.

He looked to Joe for a clue, but he and Sassy were still attached at the face. No help there. But also no reaction. Had they missed the entire kiss?
His mystery woman herded the bikinis and their baggage to one side, the trio of scrawny men in head-to-toe black to another. Hadn’t they checked the weather before coming to the Caribbean?

Two hairless dudes in Speedos appeared on the deck from below, helping Saskia’s father, Dutch, hoist large black boxes off his boat. Harm stepped in to help, not wanting the older man to hurt himself. Manscaped One and Two he could care less about. He’d never understand the American abhorrence of body hair.

“Holly, we can’t possibly work today.” The scrawniest of the men in black leaned against luggage, his face flushed and shiny.

“The sunset shots will be brilliant tonight.” His new playmate spoke with an attractive air of authority.

Holly. Saskia’s best friend and business partner. His gut clenched.

Yes, they had met before, in a rather embarrassing way.

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Caribbean Caress *first look*

The deeply tanned, blond Adonis who walked through the back door did not fit any of her preconceived notions of her father’s new friend. For one, his bare, muscled chest had her body perking up in ways it shouldn’t, and this retiree had to be closer to thirty than the sixty she’d expected. After all, everyone else who worked here was her dad’s age.

His ice-blue gaze pored over her body in a rush of heat. His eyes made her think of sex on the beach and silken sheets and all the passionate things she wanted to do but hadn’t dared try. Okay, so Joe Jr. was sex on legs. Every vacation could use a little eye candy. She offered her hand. “Hi. I’m Saskia Vanderbrogen.”

He glanced at her hand and smiled, a perfect white grin. “We’ve met. Though you might have been too young to remember.”

She rubbed her damp palm on her shorts. “When was that?”

“Most summers since you were in diapers. I think the last time was when you were about twelve, had your hair in braids then too.” His eyes seemed to laugh at some kind of private joke.

“Can’t say you made the same kind of impression on me, since it’s not ringing any bells.” She touched one braid, suddenly self-conscious of the youthful style.

“And to think you said you’d love me forever. I will never again trust the word of an eight-year-old.” He placed a large hand over his gorgeous chest in mock hurt. “Johannes Prinsen, Sebastian’s son.”

Things started to click into place She recalled her father’s best friend often bringing his sons with him on visits. They were teenagers, more interested in the surf or sailing than a dreamy, awkward girl. Still, Johannes had been the nicest of the three, once rescuing her when she’d fallen off her surfboard and it had clunked her on the head.

Her heart stalled in her chest, feeling like it might explode as it remembered to beat. He was the first man she’d ever seen naked. Not that he knew that. He’d been showering and she’d been curious...

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Caribbean Caress - A bit more

Here's another excerpt of Caribbean Caress, the 1st title in my Under the Caribbean Sun series. I hope you love Joe & Saskia - and Anguilla - as much as I do. 

By the time they got their clothes on and made it back to his truck, Joe knew he’d made a critical error. She’d taken off her dress and his brain had shorted out. That never happened. Even as a hormonal adolescent he’d been able to think with the right head. 

As he jammed the truck in gear and climbed the gravel road up the hill, he tried to think of anything but that Saskia wore nothing beneath the wisp of a dress currently plastered to her lithe body. His dick was still telling him to race home, and his brain had to agree. He needed to get home and get his ass in a cold shower.

He might have to stay there all damned night to make sure he didn’t do something stupid. Again.

Maybe if this damned island were bigger, he would have figured out his next move by the time he pulled up beside the house.

"Someone is in a hurry." Saskia undid her seatbelt and climbed out of the truck.

He winced, realizing she thought he’d powered home for an entirely different reason. He rubbed the tense muscles in his neck, willing his mind to come up with some kind of escape route. Some way to rewind time so he hadn’t been stupid enough to get in the water.

But thinking brought to mind visions of Saskia naked, the feel of her nipple ring beneath his tongue, the taste of her. Maybe the only way out of this was to chop his own head off.  

Either one would do.

He huffed a breath and got out of the truck, peering in the darkness for Saskia. The water had reflected the moonlight, but up here the world had been reduced to dark outlines. He thought of how she’d bounded towards the hammock when she’d first arrived and checked there. Finding it empty, he climbed in himself.

Maybe he could fall asleep out here, dream up some solution and fix everything in the morning.

"You’re kind of freaking out, aren’t you?"

The sound of her voice startled him and his heart hammered even faster. "I’m sorry."


She had a sweet laugh, light and almost musical. "Sorry that the two minutes it took to drive here gave you time to have second thoughts and now your balls ache? Or sorry that in your head I was still a bratty kid and now we’re about to do some amazing things on your bed?"

"Both?" Neither. She was Dutch’s daughter, but it was more than that. She’d somehow had the power to make him stop thinking. He’d done that once before and wound up wrecked.

"It’s very sweet that you want to be noble." Her voice moved closer, yet he still startled when she laid a hand on his chest. She trailed over the contours of his muscles, pausing to roll a nipple between her fingers. Damn if it didn’t seem connected to his cock. "Or do you want me to come on to you? Is that your kink?"

"You are awfully interested in kinks. Every time you ask I wonder what yours is."

"I’m working on it." 

He bit back a groan. "Listen, we need to slow this down." To a dead stop. He tried to remember why he’d been so frustrated with her just a few hours ago, but there was too much testosterone flowing through him for logic.

"I don’t beg. So if that’s your thing, you’re going to have to get over yourself." She pinched his nipple, but didn’t release it. Just kept holding until the sharp pain eased, a heavy ache taking its place. "Do you want to take me upstairs?"

"Yes," his traitorous mouth spoke for him. No doubt his greedy tongue wanted more of her. "But I’m not going to. You just got here, and you were drinking tonight…"

"I drank champagne." She released her hold, only to flick his tender peak with her fingernail. He covered the spot with his hand, pressing to hold the feeling in. "But I do have one request."

"You can have any room you want. I’ll stay out here."

"Johannes." Her hot breath puffed against his ear, her hair whispering against his shoulder. "No touching yourself. If you’re hard for me, it’s for me, not for you."

Her words went straight to his cock, filling it and deepening the ache in his balls. He wanted to squeeze himself, but didn’t. It was only fair.

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Caribbean Crush

Everyone has a CARIBBEAN CRUSH, whether it's rum punch, the weather, or the book boyfriend you've always dreamed of.

Antonnis Prinsen is wary of all the romance in the air on the Caribbean isle of Anguilla. Both his brothers have managed to trip over their bachelor status and fall in love. Their father always warned them about island women, and Antonnis is determined to get off the island unscathed. Until his past, and a giant iguana, change his plans.

Kindergarten teacher Kristin Taylor spent her youth tied up in Antonnis, and then he severed the strings, sending her into a downward spiral. But that was years ago, and Miss Taylor has her life just as she wants it. Until she finds herself walking down the aisle beside her first crush. This time, she'll be the one to walk away as soon as the wedding festivities are over.

Only Antonnis is accustomed to solving problems and getting what he wants from life. And right now he wants Kristin. But for how long?

xoxoxo

“An enjoyable read & I look forward to reading more from this author.” – Happily Ever Chapter

“Holy moly, do these two set the sheets on fire.” – Guilty Pleasures

“Wow, the chemistry between Antonnis and Kristen sizzled!” – Red Rabbitt Reviews

“This is a hot, sexy novella.” – Harlequin Junkie

xoxoxo

Excerpt 

Caribbean Crush excerpt

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 trying to court 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 nimble 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.

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I know, I usually go for sexier excerpts, but with this book I'm always getting asked about the iguana! 

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CARIBBEAN CASANOVA

A bad boy can be so very good...

When Holly Hansen locks lips with the most notorious playboy on the Caribbean isle of Anguilla, she has one thing in mind - business. She'll do anything to ensure the photo shoot for her beachwear fashion line succeeds, even if that means throwing herself in Harm's way.

Harmannus Prinsen is surprised by the curvy vixen's kiss, and not just because she's a stranger. He plays along until he realizes her game, and then changes the rules. He'll help her with the shoot, she'll help him improve his reputation, and they'll both walk away with what they want.

Except when the shoot is over, what they want has changed completely.


Warning: This trip to the Caribbean includes cock-blocking, sexytimes on the beach, lewd acts in windows, and naughty happenings against a bookcase. Don't climb on board unless you can handle a wild ride. 

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An all-around good tale, with lots of spicy sensuality and graphic language. A good read for the beach this summer. - Library Journal

Caribbean Casanova has everything you want; a gratifying love story between two interesting characters, a beautiful tropical setting, witty dialog, and a surprise ending that will bring a tear to your eye and leave you satisfied. ~ Guilty Pleasures

Caribbean Casanova is a fun and sexy read. ~ Tiffany Talks Books

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Excerpt

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Caribbean Casanova Teaser

Harm Prinsen is quite the tease, so it's only fitting to show off a bit of that in this excerpt.

Holly stepped out on the lanai and held up her cell phone. She breathed a sigh of relief as the bars lit up on the display. Her interlude with Harm on the beach had put her behind schedule and she couldn’t afford to be without her phone. She dialed up her voicemail and turned to look at the house. 

Most of the lights were off, allowing the stars to reflect off the glass facade. But the upper corner glowed like a beacon. The sight drew her eye and her breath. Unaware of his audience stood Harm, enjoying a shower for the world to see. 

Not that there would be many looking. With the rocky outcroppings along his shoreline, no boats would get close enough, and his villa was higher than the house beside his or the collection of bungalows he owned. Right now she was the only one enjoying the view. 

What she wouldn’t give for a pair of binoculars so she could study his muscled physique. Water sluiced down his honed body, the shower heads attached to an interior wall. The muscles of his ass flexed as he moved, his back rippling as he pushed water from his hair. 

“Come on, turn around.” Holly blinked at the sound of her own voice, unaware she’d spoken. She slipped her phone into her pocket, then looked up to find Harm had done as she wished. 

“Oh my.” She pressed her hand to the base of her throat and stared.

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• Caribbean Casanova has everything you want; a gratifying love story between two interesting characters, a beautiful tropical setting, witty dialog, and a surprise ending that will bring a tear to your eye and leave you satisfied. ~ Guilty Pleasures
• THE EPILOGUE was BRILLIANT! Jenna I never saw that coming and peeps…O.M.G.!!!
  ~ Harlie's Books

☆★Caribbean Caress★☆

CARIBBEAN CARESS 

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On the gorgeous Caribbean isle of Anguilla, tourists flock for privacy and locals never have any. The only thing hotter than the tropical sun is the sex—in the surf, on the water, against the bookcase...

Overwhelmed by her sudden success, Saskia Vandroegenberg decides to shore up her confidence with a surprise visit to her father on the Caribbean island she grew up on, Anguilla. But her impulsive plan has unexpected results. Her father is away on business and his partner turns out to be none other than her first crush. 

Joe Prinsen knows the only reason Saskia has returned after eight years away is to ask for money. He can’t have her finding out that her father lost everything after the last hurricane devastated the island. Joe thinks of the man as a father-figure, and he knows Dutch seeing his daughter would mean the world to him. He just has to keep her distracted, but she has a way of distracting him. 

Joe has the most noble of intentions, but Sassy undoes every one until there is nothing between them but water. No matter how steamy the sex or how deep their connection, she’s leaving on Christmas Day. He asks her to return, but when she find out the truth, will she be willing to forgive all he’s hidden?

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REVIEWS

• “Hot and very sassy sexy.” – Many Books To Read
• “Grab a fan... this holiday romance is hot, hot, hot!” – LitReactor
• This book will put you in the holiday mood and leave you wishing for your own holiday magic! - Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews

EXCERPT

Joe liked her. She knew it. The...

Caribbean Caress Excerpt

The Under the Caribbean Sun series returns with Caribbean Caress. Fingers crossed everyone loves Joe & Saskia - and the isle of Anguilla - as much as I do.

Joe liked her. She knew it. The giddy rush swept through her, making her body tingle. When she’d arrived, she was sure he found her as annoying as ever, but as they laughed and ate and talked in the Beachside kitchen his focus shifted like sand on the dunes at Rendezvous Bay.

He had as much reason to be wary of her intentions as she had of his, but everything seemed to dissolve by the second bottle of the Ramseys’ delicious champagne. Saskia tipped back her glass and let the bubbles dance down her throat.

“This place belongs in heaven.”

Della smiled wide, as if life had remained simple, charmed even. “Anguilla is heaven, honey. Why do you think we live here?”

“I’m not even going to argue with you.” She slipped off the bar stool, finding her legs a little looser than she expected as she carried her plate to the giant sinks. She knew Joe followed right behind her, though she didn’t see him until she turned around.

“Then maybe you should move back home.” Della snapped a towel her way. “Your dad would love it. And he could use—”

“Dutch would love for you to visit more often,” Joe’s rich baritone rolled through her like music. He stood so close heat arced between them.

“I think I will.” She looked up at his pale-blue eyes, so light against his tanned face they seemed impossibly bright. And beautiful. Did he want more of her as well?

Della snapped her fingers, breaking the spell. “Where is Doug? We need another bottle of champagne for a toast.”

She wasn’t sure more champagne was a good idea, but it wasn’t as if she had to drive anywhere, or be up early tomorrow. And she felt like celebrating. She’d never felt as at home as she did here, surrounded by people who’d known her forever and wanted nothing more than to be with her.

Joe’s warm hand on the small of her back set off her libido like a string of firecrackers. Having a few days on the island with him watching her every move sounded better all the time.

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Throwback Thursday

The Under the Caribbean Sun series is getting a reboot - new covers, new content, new stories.

And maybe a new title for Caribbean Christmas. Readers see Christmas and expect snow and Santa. This one turns up the heat.

Caribbean Caress or Caribbean Christmas?

Tempted : Under the Caribbean Sun 1

 

Welcome to Anguilla, where the magic sea breezes knock the Prinsen brothers off kilter—and straight into love.   Caribbean Christmas   Johannes Prinsen needs to keep his godfather’s daughter in the Caribbean and out of trouble. But Saskia’s penchant for designing and wearing crocheted bikinis is…distracting. Saskia’s motives are suspect, and Johannes can’t possibly betray her father, the man he respects most.   Caribbean Casanova   Harmannus Prinsen has enjoyed earning his playboy reputation. So he can’t understand why it bugs him when a sassy business woman calls him on it. And why in the world does he find himself missing her even before she’s scheduled to sail away?   Caribbean Crush   Antonnis Prinsen thought he was doing the right thing when he gave up his first love so she could live the life of her dreams. But with his brothers finding love again, he realizes how stupid he was to let her go. Worse, she has a completely different opinion of the end of their affair…and now it could be too late to win her back.   Warning: Not for those easily distracted by man candy, seductive whispers or creative…positioning. Indulging in this series may cause you to re-read repeatedly.     Kindle : Nook : Kobo : ARe : Samhain: Play   : Excerpt :

Caribbean Cowboy

It's release day for Caribbean Cowboy, the 4th installment in the Under the Caribbean Sun series! All of the stories stand alone, but I love when characters I fell for dance back into another book, so I indulged myself with these. Caribbean Cowboy starts at the wedding of Harm & Holly, the couple from Caribbean Casanova. This is Janny's story, and we finally see why Janny was so intent on warning her friends off the Prinsen brothers in the first three books.

What's a little fantasy between strangers?

If Dr. Janny Baird is sure of anything, it’s that love isn’t written in her stars. She keeps her libido in check and fuels her imagination with paperback fantasies. Suffering through a friend’s wedding on a remote Aleutian island, she indulges in a little Bedded by the Bad Boy by taking a wild, erotic ride on the back of a stranger’s motorcycle.

When the previous night’s distraction turns up at the wedding looking all Taken by the Tycoon, she decides one more fantasy night won’t hurt, and gives Nik Hansen total control. 

The last thing she expects is for Mr. Bad Boy/Tycoon to show up in the Caribbean, disrupting her regularly scheduled life and ready to play Claimed by the Cowboy. As much as Nik wants to make every one of Janny’s fantasies come true, he wouldn’t mind being part of her reality. He’s determined tostake a claim…on island life and on Janny’s heart.

Warning:: Your secret fantasies are not safe. This cowboy is a patient man. He’ll reach deep inside you to make them all come true…one red-hot fantasy at a time.

 

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Excerpt Time!

“I need a screaming orgasm.” The curly haired goddess said with an exotic Caribbean lilt that had been catching his ear all evening. She tapped her fingertips on the bar set up in a corner of the ballroom. At least that’s what the hotel called this oversized event space. He doubted there had ever been an actual ball in Dutch Harbor. Brawl, sure. But they weren’t exactly known for class and debutants around here. 

“Come again?” The bartender blinked and then shook his balding head.

Nik Hansen coughed, not sure if he were being punked. He had eight brothers in the room, and any of them were capable of a practical joke like this. But the bartender looked lost, much more accustomed to demands for beer and whiskey more suited to Alaskan fishermen. Someone should have given the guy a heads up that this rehearsal dinner might require a basic knowledge of chick drinks.

“A screaming orgasm?” she repeated and then licked her full lips. “It’s a blowjob with vodka.”

The bartender’s eyes widened, and Nik shook his head. This place hadn’t changed a bit in the four years since he’d last been here. He stepped forward and set his elbow on the bar, blocking the view of one of the deckhands who’d worked his father’s crab boat since he could remember.

“Princess, I’ll help you out.” He turned to the bartender and counted the ingredients with his fingers. “Ice, vodka, Bailey’s, Kahlua.”

She narrowed her gaze at him, her eyes as clear and blue as a glacier, a striking contrast against her creamy cocoa skin.

The bartender shook his head. “I’m out of Bailey’s.”

Nik scanned the bottles behind the bar and nodded at the exotic beauty. “No screaming orgasms or blowjobs with him tonight.”

She blinked those luminous eyes. “Not sure I’ll last much longer without a real drink.”

“Sex on the beach?” He smiled wide, suddenly thankful for poor liquor distribution. “I wouldn’t recommend ordering sex with the captain around this bunch of wheelhouse jockeys, unless you’re up for a cockfight.”

Her shoulders shook as she laughed, and she licked those perfect lips again. “I think Holly might object if I turn her rehearsal dinner into a melee.”

“Sex on the beach it is.” He turned to the bartender. “Orange juice, cranberry juice peach schnapps and vodka. I’ll take a shot of Jäger.” He should have guessed the beauty would be one of his sister’s friends.

The bartender served her first. She picked up the glass and gave it a stir with the plastic straw.
“Thanks for translating.”

“Anything you need, just ask. I’m at your service, Princess.”

“I bet you are.” She turned and walked away, her lavender dress hugging her spectacular assets.

“Nice try, cowboy.” His younger brother, Val, appeared, laughing as he stole the shot of Jäger on the bar.

Nik shrugged. The night was young, and so was he.