Book 1 of The Bounty's Return series
A new job, a new love…and someone out for revenge.
Hotelier Kate Quintal and her sister Jen are hired to run a new luxury hotel on Pitcairn Island. Anticipating only the hard work that running the new facility would entail, a burgeoning romance with the burly and handsome Bryce Brown is the last thing she expected. With a new love and the success of the island’s new tourism endeavor, life seems sweet.
So, why are things suddenly falling apart? Who is trying to sabotage the hotel, and why? Kate finds herself fighting, not only for her job, or her heart…but her life.
“You kissed Yeti-man?” Jen shrieked. She dropped the spade, broom, and rake she was just about to tie onto the back of her quad bike with a clatter. Her brown eyes sparkled with astonishment, mouth forming an ‘O’ of surprise.
Morning sun streamed through the tops of the overhanging banyan trees, mottling the courtyard with contrasting brightness and shadows. The dewy morning sparkled with the promise of a beautiful hot Pitcairn day.
Kate’s heart skipped a beat as she remembered the sizzling goodnight kiss Bryce delivered as he’d dropped her back at the hotel last night. They’d talked the rest of the day away, and then half the evening after watching the sun set, boiling, bright reds, golds and oranges into the South Pacific. It was rich with romance, and the perfect ending to a perfect afternoon.
The very thought of his lips on hers, his hands in her hair, holding her close, so close she felt the desire he felt for her, made her flush with pleasure. A fact her sister didn't miss, and crowed with delight.
“You did! You dirty devil!”
Kate grinned and answered her with a laugh. “Calm down Jen. It was just a kiss.” Two kisses — and neither were ‘just’ anything, she thought as she turned to hide her now flaming face from her sister’s wolfish and knowing eyes. She tucked and hooked the basket of cleaning supplies and old rags under the bungee cord on the quad to give herself time to recover.
When she turned back to her sister, she dissolved into laughter again. Jen bounced from one foot to the other in eager anticipation of some good gossip.
“You can’t clam up now. When? How? Was it good…” She paused and then with a giggle, mischief thick in her voice, she added, “…What’s it like kissing a Yeti?”
“Cheeky wench!” Kate swung a leg over her bike and put her key into the ignition. “You’ll have to find a Yeti of your own to find out!”