Lisa

Lisa

Book Six
Beach Brides Series

LISA, Book Six of the Beach Brides Sweet Romance Series

Now available in audiobook!

Prologue

Lisa’s message in a bottle...

To Whom it may concern,

I’m an adventurous girl, who’d love to see the world, but I don’t have the money or the time.

If I met someone, though, who liked to travel for fun, he’d become a best friend of mine.

I love the mountains, the seas, the rocks and the trees, and the Cairo Museum of Antiquities.

I’ve never seen a polar bear, visited The World’s Fair, or climbed the Eiffel Tower in France.

I want to see pyramids, ride a tram atop a rainforest, and learn the Flamenco dance.

Do you like pińa Coladas and strolling in the rain? Is there a special place in the world you’d love to see again?

If you’re a guy who loves to fly or cruise on the mighty sea;

then give me a shout, tell me what you’re all about, ‘cause you might be the one for me.

 

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Chapter One 

Enchanted Island, East Caribbean

The Month of July

 Lisa Kaye sipped her wine and stared at the blank page in front of her, wondering how to compose a message to a man she’d never met.

The twelve women in her group, The Romantic Hearts Book Club, had chosen to spend their last night vacationing together on Enchanted Island working on a spur-of-the-moment project. The group had read and discussed many romance novels since the club’s inception and each woman had a favorite hero from the book of her choice, a man she would love to call her own. Lisa didn’t know who had suggested the concept, but after a spirited discussion and a couple of rounds of cocktails, the group had concluded that each woman would compose a personal message to her “dream hero,” stuff it into a bottle and throw the bottle into the Caribbean. In Lisa’s opinion, the chance of anyone—much less the perfect man—finding her bottle and taking the message seriously seemed ludicrous, but everyone else had agreed to do it so she decided to go along with the plan.

After dinner, the women gathered at the poolside bar to take in the balmy air of their last evening together at the Hideaway Cove Resort. The atmosphere vibrated with the jaunty, percussion-like sounds of Reggae music played on steel drums. A small group of people played a lively game of volleyball in the adjacent pool.

Sitting at a round table for two, Lisa rested her chin on the heel of her hand and tried to come up with something clever to put in her message. The harder she tried to concentrate, the more her mind stubbornly refused to cooperate.

The young woman sitting across from her sipped a glass of Chablis, studying her. “How are you doing on your message?” The warm Caribbean breeze ruffled a few wisps of hair from Clair’s French braid. Her dark locks contrasted against her magenta sundress. “Are you making any progress?”

Lisa slid the blank paper toward Clair and sighed. “I can’t even get started. How are you coming along with yours?”

“I need to work on mine, but I’m not putting a lot of effort into it. I don’t see the point in writing a message to a complete stranger when I already have a dream hero back at home.” Clair’s fine brows drew together in annoyance as she leaned closer. “If you ask me, the idea is pretty silly.”

Lisa nodded. “It’s risky, too. What if the wrong person finds my bottle and begins to stalk me online?”

Clair’s brown eyes widened with an incredulous stare. “You’re not going to put your personal email address on it, are you?”

Lisa shook her head. “No way. I’ve created a new one specifically for this purpose and I’m not using my real name. If anyone replies, I’ll know the person has the bottle.”

“I did the same thing,” Clair replied. “I don’t want anyone getting hold of my personal information.” She slid the sheet of paper back to Lisa. “Think of your ideal man and write to him.”

Lisa chuckled. “As a kid, I had a crush on Indiana Jones. I used to run around the house wearing my dad’s Fedora with a brown vest and carrying a makeshift whip, pretending that Indy and I were exploring the treasures of the world together. I’ve read quite a few books with that type of character and I’ve loved them all.” She doodled on the paper, drawing a crude outline of a small treasure map. “Sometimes I wish I’d pursued a degree in archaeology instead of business administration. Maybe I’d be doing something more exciting with my life now, instead of supervising the Personal Lines Department of an insurance agency.”

Clair grabbed a business card off another table and flipped it over to the blank side. “I’ll use this to write my message. Do you have a pen I could borrow?”

She handed Clair a pen and went back to work, racking her brain to come up with something suitable.

After twenty minutes, another glass of wine, and three sheets of paper, Lisa showed her message to Clair. “It sounds more like a Dr. Seuss book than a memo to Mr. Right, but that’s the best I can do.”

Clair picked up the sheet and scanned the words. “It’s cute. And totally you. I like it.” She slid it back across the table. “What are you using for a bottle?”

“Gosh, I forgot to get one.” Lisa began to fold the paper into a narrow strip. “I wonder if I can get something from the bar.”

But when she went to the bar and asked for a bottle to use, the bartender refused, warning her that the resort forbade throwing any trash into the bay.

A couple of days ago, on a shopping trip through the island’s historic downtown area, she’d purchased an antique bottle from a small curio shop, but she certainly didn’t want to use that one. The cobalt bottle had attracted her, embossed with “Owl Drug Company” and a figure of an owl sitting upon a mortar with one claw clutching the pestle. The shopkeeper had remarked that he came by it after a local resident had fished it out of the bay. She had planned to use it for a vase and hated the thought of throwing it back in there!

Unless I don’t actually toss it—just make it look like I threw it...

The early evening sun dipped low in the sky, hanging over the endless horizon of the Caribbean like a crimson ball of fire. The twelve women laughed and talked as they walked through a grove of palms in an undeveloped area next to the resort. Tara and Meg led the way along the well-trodden trail to a remote strip of shoreline, far enough from the resort so no one in the area could see them tossing their bottles into the water. Jenny and Faith were next in line. They vowed to organize another group getaway and smacked their palms together in agreement. Behind them, Nina and Hope joined in, laughing as they offered a few suggestions.

Lisa and Clair hung back, trailing the group so they could chat.

“Ouch! Wait a minute.” Clair stopped and pulled off one of her silver flip-flops to remove a tiny fragment of coral stuck in the ball of her foot. She looked up. “Are you leaving tomorrow with us or are you staying on to visit with your aunt?”

“I came a few days early and spent time with her,” Lisa said as they stood on the sandy trail. “She wants me to move here permanently to take over her bed and breakfast hotel.”

Her Aunt Elsie Dubois lived in a large white house with blue trim on the edge of the island’s business district. Lisa had poignant childhood memories of time spent here, roaming the cobblestone streets of “old town” Morganville and playing on the beaches with her cousins. The thought of living here permanently tugged at her heartstrings, but...

“Are you serious?” Clair slipped her flip-flop back on and resumed walking. “That sounds like a dream come true! Are you considering it?”

Lisa sighed with regret, knowing an opportunity like that would never come along again. “I’d love to accept the offer, but I have too many obligations back home to just drop everything and move here.” She leaned close to Clair to keep their conversation private. “I love this island, but I need to go home. The last time I talked to my boyfriend, Rob on the phone he said he had something important to tell me and I need to find out what it is.” She didn’t know what Rob wanted to discuss because he wouldn’t elaborate. The more she thought about it, however, the more uneasy she became. Ever since he had started a new job several months ago, they’d been seeing less and less of each other. Rob always blamed it on his workload. Over time, his excuses had worn her patience, causing her to wonder if they were right for each other.

Clair gave her a brief, knowing smile. “I’ve had a great time here, but I’m getting a little antsy to get home, too.”

Though she didn’t say any more, Lisa understood that Clair missed the “hero” in her life and wanted to see him again.

They walked out of the palm grove and along the rocky shore until they reached an area that looked suitable to toss their bottles.

“Okay, everyone,” Tara said as the group lined up. “On the count of three, throw ‘em in!”

Clair shook her head and mumbled, “Here goes nothing.”

Lisa drew the small blue bottle from her purse that held her message. She stood poised to throw it but intended to merely go through the motion then quickly slip it back into her purse before anyone noticed.

“One...two...three!”

An assortment of glass in a blend of colors, sizes, and shapes flew through the air and dropped into the sea in a succession of loud plunks and splashes. Lisa clutched her bottle and swung her arm, but the bottle had something slippery on it and the oily liquid squished through her fingers. The cap on the sunscreen lotion she carried in her purse must have loosened and leaked all over everything. Darn! The bottle suddenly flew from her hand and sailed through the air like a missile then disappeared into the water, leaving only a circular wave of ripples in its wake.

Shocked, she stared across the surface of the aqua water, disappointed that she would never see that cute little bottle again.

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Lisa is a "standalone" book but is part of a 12-book series of beach reads. Each book is part of a common theme, but each story stands on its own.

To view the entire set, visit the Beach Brides series page on Amazon.

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2 comments:

Unknown said...

Denise you are a very talented writer. I enjoyed your first chapter. I agree with your comments about the book cover.

Northern Lights Writers said...

Thank you, Donna! It means a lot to me.

Denise