Brief Island Delight
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The backdrop on my computer's desktop is a photo: coral-white sand, ocean waves of intense blue, coconut palms shading the beach. A perfect picture of paradise. That's Fiji.
When I wrote "Fiji on Fire, Fiji on Ice", I kept looking at that photo. I wanted to transform the reader to that beach, together with a darker version of Josh Holloway (from LOST) and an endless supply of exotic cocktails, like the one below:
The Brief Island Delight Cocktail Recipe
1 oz coconut liqueur
1/2 oz white rum
1/2 oz dark rum
3 tbsp vanilla ice cream
1 oz whipped cream
1 tsp grenadine syrup
1/2 oz dark rum
3 tbsp vanilla ice cream
1 oz whipped cream
1 tsp grenadine syrup
Blend vodka, rums and ice cream with half a glassful of crushed ice. Top with whipped cream, sprinkle grenadine on top, and serve.
Excerpt from Fiji on Fire, Fiji on Ice:
I’d rather taste you, thought Tanya. But the spicy liquid glowed with a divine fire in her throat, sweet and toasty and chocolaty, and when she heard a moan of pleasure, it took a second to realize it was her own.
Andy watched her, his eyes burning into hers. “That good, huh?”
She felt the heat spread from her throat down. “Mmmm.” Yeah, really well done. Ten out of ten for nonchalant.
“How inappropriate do you think it would be if I kissed you right now?”
Her throat was thick. With the whisky? With longing? He was younger than her. “Totally inappropriate,” she managed.
“Cool.” He flashed her a predatory smile. “Because I have my Bad Boy reputation to maintain, you know.”
With two long strides, he covered the space that separated them. He was so close now; she could sense the heat of his skin. If she moved a millimeter, she would feel the corrugated muscles of his stomach against her.
She curled her toes. “‘Get thee behind me, Satan.’”
“Behind you?” Andy feigned surprise. “You fancy doing it doggy-style, then? Just arch your back and you have a deal.”
She burst out laughing, and when he moved in for the kill, she had no strength left to resist. His mouth covered hers and she felt every nerve ending in her skin. She knew he would be fire, but she didn’t expect a kiss that would make everything else vanish.
Time stopped. Sound had no meaning. The world consisted of Andy’s lips and tongue, whisky-flavored. Of his fingers in her hair. And of his cock, granite-hard, pressing into her belly.
When she became aware of her kiss-swollen lips, the night cicadas outside were putting away their violins. Andy hadn’t done anything else except kiss her. He hadn’t slipped his mouth below her throat. His hands hadn’t gone near her bra-less boobs. His thigh hadn’t attempted to part her legs.
A tiny part of her brain was beginning to wonder why not.
“So tell me.” Andy’s lips brushed her ear, sending urgent messages to her nipples. “What’s with the Internet chats?” CONTEST: buy "Fiji on Fire, Fiji on Ice" before the end of April 2010, and then email yve@xtra.co. nz with the title "Fiji on Fire - Dawn" - 3 lucky purchasers will receive another Eve Summers book of their choice absolutely free.
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