a dancer on a luxury cruise liner, Taffy has a dream job: earning tax-free money
for something she’s passionate about, while not spending a cent on bed &
board. Taffy, however, has a secret and the money is not coming in fast enough
for her liking, especially when her focus turns away from money towards the
steady, sexy and dark Ashton, whose ex-girlfriend shares Taffy’s crew cabin.
pool boy, Ashton, is in reality the undercover heir to the shipping company's
fortune. When an emerald pendant is stolen, Ashton has to discover the culprit
before the company’s reputation is compromised. As much as he hates to admit
it, Taffy is the prime suspect....
bread rolls and a long nap later, Taffy was relieved to discover that the
rocking and the rolling of the cruise ship became more natural, almost soothing.
biscuit-skinned man in a white military shirt was sitting on Helena’s bed,
still displaying that magnetic triangle of glossy skin. “Hope you don’t
mind. Just checking to see if you’re feeling better.”
thank you.” Taffy unglued her eyes from his chest and looked up straight into
the I-want-to-be-your-lover smile. That’s when she realised what should have
been obvious from the start. The biscuit-skinned man was the man-boy from last
night, the one in the audience and the one in her dream. “Much, much
man’s grin deepened. “Aw, shucks. I would have been happy to play doctor.”
The approach was too much too fast, yet Taffy’s heart skipped a beat. What was
it about this stranger that obliterated social conventions and made chutzpah
acceptable... more than just acceptable?
spicy stare was almost tangible on her skin, sending golden sparks through her
veins. Taffy fought the urge to touch him. The intimacy of the cabin conspired
me,” she said as she swung her legs out of the narrow bunk, “is there any
place on this skyscraper of a ship where two members of the crew could stare at
the ocean together and,” she paused playfully, “oh, I don’t know, learn
each other’s first names perhaps?”