Cocktails and Fiji

"Fiji on Fire, Fiji on Ice" is Eve Summers' latest Red Rose book (published an hour ago!).

Picture a handsome toffee-skinned hunk on a coral-white beach. Sip a cocktail - one of the 15 mentioned in the book - and enjoy the hot action!

Excerpt:

Chapter One - Throw Me Down and - Me

The Throw Me Down and - Me Cocktail Recipe

1 1/2 tsp Southern Comfort® peach liqueur 1 1/2 tsp Crown Royal® Canadian whisky 2 tsp grenadine syrup 1 tsp pineapple juice

Place the two liquors into the bottom of a shot glass. Add pineapple juice and grenadine, mix well, and serve.

The moment Tanya Redford spotted the caramel-skinned hunk in the hotel foyer she knew two things: that the guy was a con artist and that she was in trouble–big time.

The con was in the sincere angle of his shoulders and in the forthright gaze. The con was in his smile, vulnerable with honesty. The con was in his bad boy charm.

The mixture meant trouble of mega proportions.

Tanya didn‟t mean to listen in on the conversation...All right, she did. The hunk‟s voice was like Kahlua and it slid delectably over her, caressing her skin and tingling her spine.

“I‟m afraid I‟m not much of a poker player, Mr. Lockhorne,” he leaned his body in toward an elderly couple and spread out his arms. “You‟d hate me for spoiling your evening.”

While Tanya did not believe the “not much of a poker player” part, she agreed with the rest of the statement. It would be easy to hate this guy once he‟d cheated you at the poker table. She already hated him for the way her nipples tensed up at the sight of his predator-like mouth and for the way her hands ached to stroke his tight jeans.

“Nonsense,” the elderly gentleman‟s voice boomed across the hall. “We don‟t take the game seriously. But evenings are so boring in this place– there is only so much Fijian dancing an old grump like me can watch in a week.”

“Surely, with a delightful wife like yours–” The conman‟s eyes blazed brazen as he lifted Mrs. Lockhorne‟s wrinkled hand to his mouth.

He held it there for about one hundred years, while Tanya looked on, transfixed. The air around her thickened, she gulped its heat in short shallow breaths. She would give all her days in this five-star beach resort in exchange for one night with that mouth.

Do _you_ like cocktails?

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