It released, and I didn’t even know!
Visiting Paradise is now available from Aspen Mountain Press. And you can buy your copy right now by clicking this link!
Just in case you missed the last fifty times I blogged about the novella, here’s the relevant info:
Visiting Paradise: The Blurb
Beth Brown needs a holiday. She’s burnt out, single and madly in love with the man who pays her salary, 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.
Visiting Paradise is also available as part of the anthology, Boys Down Under, which you can also purchase from Aspen Mountain Press by clicking this link.
And now, for your reading pleasure, a teeny, tiny innocent little snippet from the book. Just to whet your appetite:
Visiting Paradise: An Excerpt
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.
Go, buy the book. Go, now.