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Pleasure Island Romance
By: Lyla Dune
Reluctant housemates make fun bed
fellows…
Sam
Carlisle is the double bass player in the all girl jazz ensemble, Bikini
Quartet. When her truck breaks down on the drawbridge, a panty-melting muscle
man comes to her rescue in the rain. This isn’t the first time her life has
resembled a bad country song. She later discovers he’s her new landlord, and
she has six weeks to find a new place to live. After a devastating breakup, she
swore off men.
Will Brock convince her he’s better
than the men from her troubled past?
Brock
Knight is a retired rugby player from Wales. He's eager to get away from the
paparazzi that hound him day and night. When he moves into his new beach house
on Pleasure Island, North Carolina before Sam has a chance to relocate, he
learns the proper way to shag.
Will he convince her to stay, or
will she convince him she’s gay?
Low Tide
Bikini is a funny, sexy romance that will make you laugh and sigh. With naughty
naked seniors and an ostrich farm, Pleasure Island has it all. It's a great
place to visit, and for Sam and Brock, it just might be the perfect forever
home.
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Author Info
Lyla Dune
has taught music for eighteen years, played saxophone and clarinet in numerous
orchestras and ensembles, taught piano, written songs, and repaired more
musical instruments than she can recall. Yes, in case you’re wondering, you can
fix the rotary valve on a student’s french horn with a paper clip and a rubber
band three minutes before the kid’s horn solo at Lincoln Center.
How did
Lyla become a writer? A few years ago, she stumbled across a poetry forum
online and dabbled in poetry for kicks. She became a word junkie. She’s
published poetry, flash fiction, and short stories in many different
genres.
She lives
on the coast of North Carolina with her husband, Gary, and her cat, Miura. One
day, she’d like to have a pet ostrich. She’d name it Robirrrda, of course.
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EXCERPT:
“Did you
just take my picture?” She actually stomped her foot. Brill. Absolutely
brilliant.
“You
Americans really are vain, aren’t you? I took a picture of the view behind you.
Is that all right?”
After a
peek over her shoulder, she faced him again and said, “No need to take a
picture of that, you’ll see it every day from nearly every room in the house.”
Her voice wilted to a thin tone. She turned and gazed out at the sea once more.
“Luckily, it’s the kind of thing you can never grow tired of seeing.”
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