Key West Heat Book 4
Blurb
Take
one newspaper writer who goes to Key West for an assignment, add a
cute Cuban vixen looking for a good time, stir carefully with a Key
Lime twist and let the beach party begin. Brad didn’t know what to
expect when Chiquita set her sights on him at the bar, but he
certainly didn’t think she’d change his cynical outlook on life.
The free-spirited pixie with a natural flair for hustling opens his
eyes to a different world, but can he adapt to her laidback, carefree
lifestyle? Is there a future beyond the sunset?
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Excerpt
Brad
took another sip, then nearly choked when he felt a splash of water
from behind. He turned around in time to see a young woman climb onto
the stool next to his. Brad automatically glanced over her frame,
clad in a string bikini with a floral print. She looked to be about
five-two and slender, with skin the color of café au lait and
sun-bleached blonde hair with light brown streaks, cut into a shag
style that covered her ears. Her figure was so petite that
handle-with-care was the first thing that came to mind, while a
posture that said don't-mess-with-me was the second.
She
looked at him and offered a shy smile. “Sorry,” she said in a
thick Spanish accent. “Didn’t mean to get you wet.”
Brad
recovered from his initial shock and smiled. “No problem. I was
getting too hot anyway. It actually felt good.”
The
young woman giggled, making a pleasant sound, not nasal or forced.
“You mind if I sit here?”
“Not
at all.” He hesitated for a moment to summon his courage. “Would
you care for a drink?”
She
released a deep breath. “Yeah, that’d be nice. Whatever you’re
havin’.”
Brad
signaled for the bartender and ordered her drink plus a refill for
himself. When they arrived, she took a long sip.
“Gracias,”
she said. “You not from ‘round here, are you?”
“How
can you tell?”
She
gestured at his torso. “Not enough tan.”
He
laughed. “Looks like you got me. I’m from up north.”
Her
eyebrows arched. “Atlanta?”
“Further
north than that. I’m from Ohio.”
Her
face scrunched in confusion. “Not sure where that is.”
Brad
eyed her for a moment. “I’m guessing you’re not from around
here either.”
She
shook her head. “Havana. Came here few years ago. What you do in
this Ohio place?”
“Whatever
it takes to survive. What do you do here?”
“Waitress
at the Palm Garden. You ever been there?”
“No.
Is it any good?”
She
shrugged. “Not bad. Tourists sure like it, ‘specially the ones
who come from the cruise ships. What’s your name?”
“Brad.
What’s yours?”
“Chiquita,
like the banana.”
He
looked her over again. I’d like to see what she could do with a
banana. “Pretty name. Are you staying here?”
She
shook her head again. “I live in Olde Towne. This is my day off.”
“I
thought the pool was just for hotel guests.”
She
leaned in close and lowered her voice. “Supposed to be, but the
bartender’s a friend. He looks the other way when I sneak in. You
not gonna bust me, are you?”
Brad
laughed. “What fun would that be?”
She
laughed with him. “I can think of things that would be whole lot
more fun.”
About
the Author
Tim
Smith is an award-winning, bestselling author of romantic
mystery/thrillers and contemporary erotic romance. He is also a
freelance writer, photographer, and blogger. When he isn’t writing
he can often be found in the Florida Keys, doing research between
parasailing and seeking out the perfect Mojito.
3 comments:
I think I'm in love with her already, Tim!
Congratulations on the new release...
Thank you, Lisabet. It's always a pleasure to guest on your site. Chiquita was a fun character for me to write. It's easy to see why someone would fall for her!
Tim, your books are always filled with tropical scenery and flavor--it's like taking a vacation, while reading. This appears to be kind of a departure for you, in that it's straight romance? No suspense? Interesting.
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