THE TROPICAL ADVENTURES OF A CURVY GIRL, A BIKINI AND A KILT. (AND A MISSING PEARL)
A beach bunny is definitely not how Amber sees herself
I didn’t want to come to Pole Island at all. My so-called BFF insisted that I would love the luxury break that she couldn’t use. She hated for it to be wasted, she said. What she meant was, she had a thousand errands on Pole Island and what could be better than having a tireless unpaid assistant to run them for her?As if that weren’t bad enough, a man in a kilt with sarcastic smirk seems to show up everywhere I go. Now he’s driving me mad and I can’t even sleep, and all because of the images he’s put in my head. There’s a lot more to Jock than meets the eye.
That feisty lassie has a mouth on her. What a shame she’s the most infuriating bundle of sass that ever wore a sundress. I’m on Pole Island to make a life-changing deal at the party of the year. I’m not looking for love, but I can’t shake the luscious curves of Amber out of my head.Is there any way the hottest full moon beach party in the Caribbean can turn these enemies to lovers?
And where is the famous Pole Island Long Pearl?
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