Announcing an Exciting New Summer Romance Series!
Grab your beach umbrella and prepare for lots of fun and romance this summer with the Perfect Match series! Join Bree, Marni, Molly, Jade, Ava, and Maeve as they embark on a once-in-a-lifetime vacation in the pursuit of love.
BREE, book 1, by Raine English:
Bree’s Perfect Match Dating Profile…
“Not all who wander are lost.” –J.R.R. Tolkien
I’m an outgoing lady who loves to travel. I’ve never been the type to stay in one place for long. Some call me stubborn and headstrong. I say I know what I want and don’t hesitate to get it. If you like adventure and are up for a wild ride, then you could be the partner I’m looking for.
Excerpt from BREE:
After Ketut left, she grabbed her carry-on bag—she’d come back for the other later—and headed toward the stairs. As she was about to take a step, she thought she heard a voice. Was she so tired she imagined it? Bree set her bag down on the first step and then headed into the living room where she now could hear water running. Was someone else here? As she stood there too stunned to move, she heard the voice again. It was a man’s voice, and he was singing, if she could even call it that because it was so off key. What in the world was going on here? Had they double booked her villa?
Bree groaned. Just what she needed after her horrible flight. Well, this was going to get straightened out and now. She went over to the wooden chest where the resort cell phone was always kept and groaned again. It wasn’t there. The other guest must have it. She snatched her phone out of her handbag, but before she could dial, she spotted a tall, well-muscled hunk coming down the hall wearing nothing but a resort towel. Her face grew warm, and her pulse quickened. He didn’t see her at first, but when he did, he stopped cold and tightened the towel around his waist. His tanned skin was still damp from the shower, and it glistened from the sunlight streaming in through the skylights above like molded bronze. Deep chocolate eyes held hers; then his gaze shifted down to the envelope in her hand. His brow furrowed, marring his handsome face.
“You’re in the wrong villa.” His tone was pleasant but firm.
“I don’t think so,” Bree responded as firmly. “I always stay in this one. The Royal Villa is always available to me.”
“Well, someone’s made a mistake.”
“Obviously.” Bree tried redialing the Blue Fin but her mind went blank, and she couldn’t remember the number. In frustration, she tossed the phone back in her handbag. “It’s easier to use the resort cell phone. Do you have it?”
The man disappeared down the hall, returning a few minutes later clad in a pair of well-worn jeans that emphasized the slimness of his hips, and the rich outlines of his shoulders strained against the fabric of his white T-shirt. Along with the phone, he was carrying an envelope similar to hers. She swallowed hard. He couldn’t be her match, could he?