I’ve mentioned before that book three in the Passion Island trilogy has been hard for me to write. It took several 12 to 14 hour days, but I met my deadline and sent the %$#!* MS to the editor yesterday. My spirits fee so much lighter.
I’m continuing today with another snippet from my brand new release, The Seven-Foot Cupid — book one in the Passion Island trilogy. Last week, the seven-foot-tall title character burst in on Ember and Tyler in an old cabin located in a large lava tube. The first thing he says is are you ready yet to mate with Tyler Estrella?”
“There’s no way I’m hopping into bed with you just because some lunatic said I should.”
“I understand,” Tyler said. “I don’t want to have sex with you, either.”
That was the second time he’d rejected her as a woman. It stung, which made no sense. After all, she was glad he felt that way, and she’d just rejected her, but still… “And you’re the last man I’d ever sleep with.”
“See, we agree. No way we’ll ever make love.”
In the silence that followed, Booker heaved a sigh as long as he was tall. “I’ve made a mess of this, haven’t I?”
“Looks like,” Tyler agreed in a lighthearted tone. “Explain to me why you think a couple of strangers should hop into bed together?”
Another sigh from Booker. His voice betrayed waning confidence. “I shouldn’t be telling you this, but…you’re compatible.”
Tyler shook his head. “You don’t know either of us.”
“Oh, don’t encourage the madman.” Ember went out the door, though not far. She wanted a clear path to escape, if necessary, but she also wanted to hear everything they said. Folding her arms over her chest, she leaned against the doorjamb.
If she hadn’t lost her cricket, she could ask Rayna and Faraj, the other two members of her team, to join her. Neither of them was as big as Tyler, let alone Booker, but together they’d outnumber these two lunatics.
No, be fair. One lunatic and one reasonably nice guy she didn’t trust., Ember would have to ensure nobody made like a caveman, bonking her on the head and dragging her around by the hair.
Of course, they were men and they were in a cave, so they were cavemen. Her hair was too short for dragging, though.
“Men,” she muttered.
In her thirty-six, nearly thirty-seven years, she’d had a few relationships. She’d even married one of them for a five-year contract that had fallen apart after two. None of those men was The One. This cave didn’t have any possibilities, either.
That wasn’t quite fair. Tyler wasn’t as bad as Booker.
As though he’d heard her thinking of him, he spoke up from inside the room. “Booker, you’d best give up matchmaking. You’re terrible at it.”
“Amen to that,” Ember muttered.
The big man’s shoulders slumped.
The Seven Foot Cupid
Book One in the Passion Island Trilogy
Ember Dayle is a tough lady who prides herself on handling anything her newly colonized planet can throw at her, so after an injury, she’s determined to prove herself again. She gets her chance when ordered to explore a mysterious cave on a wilderness mountain. Until that’s done, the last thing she needs is the distraction of a man.
Tyler, an explorer from her town’s fierce rival, is sent to explore the same cave. Like Ember, he’s been in an accident . . . but he was the only survivor. When he meets her, he’s drawn not only to her beauty and toughness, but by her ability to deal openly with her accident.
Booker is a naïve Apprentice Cupid for a secret group that hopes to make the colonists stronger, healthier, and smarter by matching people with compatible genes. His first assignment — Ember and Tyler. His strategy — lock them in an abandoned cabin together.
He doesn’t realize he’s locked them in with the fiercest, most intelligent native beast ever discovered. Can love help them survive?