the last thing newly single Patience De La Rosa needs if she’s to find a candidate for a casual rebound.
Her luggage catching a flight to Mauritius instead of Maui doesn’t help matters and a maxed out credit
card doesn’t buy a girl a fresh pair of panties. Then there’s the annoying weird guy, the one who’s married
to his laptop, sitting beside her at the pool.Odds for a fling improve when three single, sexy and willing candidates cross her path. Though
Patience’s luggage may be M.I.A., her breakup baggage crossed the Pacific with her. Will Patience cast it
aside, throw caution to the tropical winds and indulge in island debauchery? Or will a tea leaf reader’s
prediction about her romantic excursions come true in unexpected ways?
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Excerpt from Vacationista by Tara Simone
be good news. Please let my luggage be here. I am so sick of wearing this peach
tank top, what I wouldn’t do for a basic cotton tee. I cannot believe this
shirt was ever my favorite. I answer the phone.
small cliff beyond the pool area looking out over the ocean. I use the term
cottage loosely. Each one looks to be twice the size of the cottage I shared
with Dan in Encanto. Floor to ceiling walls of privacy glass provide an
unobstructed view of the ocean. Under a faux thatched roof is a private lanai
with hammocks and patio furniture straight from the pages of a design magazine.
The door to his unit is unlocked just as he said it would be.
Really fluffy, deep cushioned cream colored sofas and chairs that I just want
to jump onto and crawl up in.
expect. But this is Huey, and even though he is calling me to the bathtub, I
don’t expect him to have any ulterior motives. Because it’s Huey. He’s not
manipulative. I walk past the living room and through the sliding pocket doors
that lead to the bedroom. To my left, a door is half open. I approach it
carefully and stand just outside it without looking in.
be so overwhelmed by my sex god physique that you will jump me.”
You will be safe in my presence.”
is huge. HUGE. It’s one of those Jacuzzi tubs built for two. Huey is in it. His
man parts are indeed covered from view by lots of bubbles and a tray that
stretches across the width of the tub, on which sits his laptop. This is not
surprising to me. What is surprising to me is that he is submerged in water and
bubbles the color of dirt.
bags. “There are a hundred tea bags in here.”
me. You can sit there and type.” He points to an area of the bathroom out of my
view. I step further inside the bathroom. There are two white chaises, just as
fluffy as the sofa in the living room.
towel rack in my bathroom. And you have chaises in your bathroom.”
buy you a towel rack that fits in your bathroom.”
on the desk in the bedroom.”
thirty-two going on sixty. Would you relax a little?”
and maple syrup, please.”
and offbeat at the same time. I’m fairly certain he would have been the kid in
my high school who had been tormented by the cool crowd. If I had known him
then, I probably would have dismissed him, just as I did the first day at the
pool. But in his own odd way, he’s kind of cool and fun and funny.
part of a couple.