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Visiting Paradise
Visiting Paradise
Visiting Paradise
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Visiting Paradise

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A luxury yacht, a gorgeous man and an idyllic setting. This could be the romance of a lifetime—or the end of her career.

Beth Brown needs a holiday. She’s burnt out, single and madly in love with her boss, Joe Bastion. Much as she’d like to act on her feelings, Beth’s learned the hard way not to sleep with the men she works for. As far as she is concerned, Joe is off limits.

Sometimes, to get what you want, you have to chase hard. And Joe wants Beth. He’s organized the trip of a lifetime for her. Beth’s about to set sail into paradise, and she has no idea Joe’s the one who’ll be taking her there.

Product warning: This book is filled with gorgeous tropical islands, sunny blue skies and a whole lot of scorching hot loving.

(Visiting Paradise has been previously published. It is a short story with an approximate word count of 16k.).

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJess Dee
Release dateJun 24, 2014
ISBN9781941641095
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    Visiting Paradise - Jess Dee

    Chapter One

    Joe Connor had set the whole thing up. Worked out every last detail before putting the plan in motion. That’s why he now stood, hidden from view on the upper deck of the company’s luxury yacht, watching as Beth Brown approached the boat from the pier.

    He was already aroused. Looking at her stirred something in him, and it wasn’t just lust. This went deeper than simply wanting to sleep with her. It had since the first moment he’d met her. At thirty-three, Joe had met enough women to know Beth was more than just a quick lay. In his eyes she personified forever.

    She stopped and looked around hesitantly. Hello? Anybody?

    Up here, he yelled, taking in the curvy legs she usually hid under long skirts or pants. Beth didn’t know it yet, but before the trip was through, those legs would be wrapped around his waist, and his neck, repeatedly. Come on board. Don’t worry about your bags. I’ll load ‘em soon as I get down.

    Beth shaded her eyes with her hand and looked up, and Joe took a precautionary step to the side. If she realised he was the one who’d be sailing her through the Whitsunday’s, she’d probably never set foot on the boat.

    Where are you? Her grip firm on the railing, she climbed on board.

    Sorting out a couple of last minute details. Why not go inside and have a look around? Once she got an eyeful of the boat, she’d be far less tempted to flee—even when she saw him. I’ll be down as soon as I’m finished. Cabin at the back, on the other side of the galley is yours. It’s the blue room. The room where he intended to seduce her.

    He’d grown tired of her aloof, distant attitude. For some unexplained reason, she’d taken a step back from the subtle attraction that had developed between them five months ago. It was time she confronted it head on.

    He grinned to himself. Beth was about to set sail into paradise, and she didn’t have a clue who was taking her there.

    *****

    Beth raised her eyes upward and mouthed a heartfelt thank-you. Someone up there liked her. How else could she explain her presence on this incredible boat? It went way beyond five-star-luxury, all the way to holiday heaven—and it was all hers for a week.

    In all of her twenty-eight years, she had never experienced such lavishness. The rooms were exquisite, decorated with an understated elegance that probably cost more than what she paid for her entire flat back home. Plush, cream carpets covered the floors, leather couches filled the lounge, and rich cherry-wood cabinets lined the kitchen walls. A beautiful matching table and chairs filled the dining room.

    She shook off the prickly sensation at the base of her spine, the one she’d experienced as she stood on the pier yelling up to the Captain. It wasn’t exactly a nervous feeling, just a strong sense of…the unexpected. Perhaps it was anticipation of the trip, perhaps awe at the size of the boat? Maybe it was something else altogether. It didn’t matter. What mattered was she was finally here, at the beginning of a journey of a lifetime.

    Far from the claustrophobic, airtight space she’d expected, a fresh breeze and sunlight streamed into the lounge. A sudden rush of freedom hit her. On a whim, she stretched out her arms and spun around.

    Sydney was hundreds of kilometers away. Gemma was safe in the care of her grandparents, and Gemma’s mum was taking a boat trip around seventy-four tropical islands…alone. For the first time in months—years—Beth had a chance to kick back and relax. She could just be herself. With no worries, no responsibilities, and no maternal concerns.

    She laughed, flung her thongs off her feet, and spun a little faster.

    Watch out you don’t take off, Bethy. The ceiling’s lower than it looks.

    Oh. Dear. God.

    She came to a screeching halt even though the world continued to swirl around her. Only one person called her Bethy in that sultry tone.

    It’s the unexpected sense of freedom, isn’t it? Makes you want to do crazy things.

    Suddenly, the prickly sensation in her back made sense. That voice. She’d heard it a million times in her fantasies, whispering erotic suggestions in her ear. She grasped the edge of a nearby couch and turned around reluctantly.

    His tall frame rested effortlessly against the wall, her bag sat at his feet. In his eyes she saw the same lazy, seductive gaze he always regarded her with, the one that spoke of breathless moonlight sighs and indolent breakfasts in bed. The one she suspected hid much more than it showed.

    The air was whipped from her lungs, and her heart plummeted into her stomach. He took her breath away. In suits and ties, he set her pulse racing. In nothing more than board shorts, he had her blood pressure rocketing into the danger zone. If she continued ogling him she was going to have a stroke.

    She could imagine the headlines: Woman found dead on luxury yacht. Sexual frustration considered prime suspect. Police too embarrassed by findings to conduct further investigation.

    You look surprised. He smiled and she struggled to find her voice.

    She snapped her

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