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  Can passion in paradise become a forever love?

  Sasha Winters has it all planned. She’ll spend two days—exactly forty-eight hours—in the Bahamas for her sister’s wedding. Then it’s back to her hectic life as a lawyer on the fast track to partner. But when a storm strands her on an exotic island, Sasha’s suddenly giving in to her sensual side and making moonlit magic with Vince Sullivan, a man she barely knows.

  The groom’s best man, Vince, hasn’t given up on finding that special someone. It could be Sasha—if she’d allow herself to feel the full force of their chemistry. Determined to liberate the passionate woman behind the workaholic Atlanta attorney, Vince storms every last one of Sasha’s defenses. Yet can their growing love survive, even as a crisis forces Sasha to choose between her lifelong ambitions and a lifetime of love?

  “You are…something else.” Sasha smiled and shook her head, finding herself more engaged than she wanted to be.

  She raised her glass to alert Jake that she needed another Brown Russian. Before long she’d polished off three. Suddenly Vince’s jokes became outrageously funny, and Sasha laughed long and hard—and loud. Vince pulled his chair around closer to Sasha, until she could feel his breath on her neck. His cologne crept its way into her nostrils.

  “You smell wonderful,” she whispered.

  His lips pressed themselves against hers, and his tongue teased the inside of her mouth. Whatever good sense she had was out the window as Vince took her to a new level of delight. His huge hand palmed her head and pulled her closer, and she wondered what that hand would feel like on her breast and even between her thighs. It had been a very long time since she’d even been kissed by a man. With his gentle touch, Vince had awakened every sensation in her, and she got lost in the moment. She simply got lost.

  Books by Monica McKayhan

  Harlequin Kimani Romance

  Tropical Fantasy

  MONICA MCKAYHAN

  writes adult and young adult fiction. She currently has nine titles in print. Three are adult novels, and six are a part of an ongoing young adult series, Indigo Summer, and one young adult title, Ambitious. In­digo Summer was the launch title for Harlequin Kimani’s young adult imprint, Kimani TRU, which made its debut in January of 2007. That same year in May, Indigo Summer snagged the #7 position on the Essence bestsellers list, another first for Kimani Press. It also appeared on the bestsellers list of Black Issues Book Review (BIBR), and was on the American Library Association’s list of Quick Picks for Reluctant Young Adult Readers for three consecutive years.

  She is a Certified Toastmaster (CTM) with Toastmasters International, and is also a member of the Black Women’s Film Society. She lives in the Dallas area with her family.

  To schedule an appearance, book a signing or interview with Monica, please email [email protected].

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you for picking up Tropical Fantasy. As always, I appreciate your support.

  Hopefully you will live vicariously through the lives of Sasha and Vince as they discover one another in the beautiful Bahamas. Sasha’s a workaholic and is tough as nails, no doubt, but underneath that exterior she’s vulnerable, as many of us are. She’s convinced that she doesn’t need a man—she simply needs her career. Making partner is the one thing that matters in her world, and there’s no room for anything else. Vince is the perfect hero—the man’s man. His charm will make your stomach tingle and your toes curl. And when you read the love scenes, you’ll wish you were on Paradise Island with the two of them. Neither of them is perfect, yet by the story’s end, they find that they’re perfect for each other.

  I hope that Tropical Fantasy will take you to places that you’ve never been before. It certainly took me to new heights in my writing process. My characters are always flawed, because people in general are flawed: there are no perfect people. That was the easy part. And I’ve always written about love. But the challenge in writing romance (for me) was taking sensuality to new levels—building characters that are comfortable in their sexual skin. If you’ve read any of my other books, you know that I’ve always held back, given just a little bit to be desired. Oh, but not this time. Tropical Fantasy will have you on the edge of your seats with every kiss, every whisper, every lovemaking scene.

  I would love to hear from you! Visit my website at www.monicamckayhan.com and reach out to me. I also have a Facebook page and a MySpace page, and you can follow me on Twitter. Let me know what’s on your mind.

  My best to you always,

  Monica McKayhan

  God is the source of my talent and blessings.

  My husband, Mark, makes sure that I have a comfortable environment in which to create my stories. My family is my backbone and motivation. Without the support from you guys, I wouldn’t be able to do this. I love you!

  This is for you, Granny. I miss you, but I’m glad that you left me so many little pieces of you. My life is so rich

  because you were here.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Sasha glanced at the chipped nail on her right index finger. As much as she hated to admit it, she was in desperate need of a manicure. And she didn’t even want to think about the ingrown toenail on her left foot. She also needed a pedicure something terribly. Arriving in time for the spa day with the rest of the bridal party wouldn’t be all bad. In fact, it would be a welcome treat considering she hadn’t visited her manicurist in the shop around the corner from her East Marietta subdivision in quite some time.

  As she leaned back against the seat, she responded to a few emails from her iPhone and then sent her assistant, Keira, a text message asking her to reschedule her afternoon appointments. She sighed as she took a sip of her half-caf Americano and allowed her body to sink farther into the seat. She was exhausted, having spent most of the night packing—she’d sipped a cup of international coffee and stuffed clothing into her luggage well into the wee hours of the morning. Before long she’d fallen asleep fully clothed. Thankfully, she’d remembered to set her alarm clock.

  She’d rushed to take a hot shower, and just as she’d put the finishing touches on her makeup, her doorbell rang. Peeking through the blinds, she spotted the charcoal-gray Lincoln Town Car parked in front of her house—the driver, a middle-aged black man dressed in a black suit, stood on her doorstep. Embarrassingly, she’d fallen asleep right there on the backseat of the car and didn’t wake up until the Lincoln pulled up in front of Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport.

  “We will now begin preboarding for Flight Number 1487 to Nassau, Bahamas...” The loud female voice shook Sasha back to reality.

  After slipping her iPhone into a small compartment on the outside of her purse, she stood with her boarding pass in hand—it wouldn’t be long after preboarding that first-class passengers would begin their ingression. She was anxious to g
et on the plane, because she knew that sleep would find her before the captain turned on the Fasten Your Seat Belts sign, and long before the flight attendants asked what she wanted to drink. She’d sleep through the entire flight and be refreshed when her little sister met her at the gate.

  Her little sister was getting married, she thought and smiled. Little Bridget, who once wore French braids with colorful beads on the ends. She was the tenderhearted one who always cried during the hair-combing process—she always made such an unnecessary scene. Their mother would be so frustrated after dealing with Bridget that Sasha would end up with four cornrows down the center of her head instead of the French-braided love knot that she wanted so badly.

  Bridget was definitely the baby of the family. She had their parents wrapped around her skinny little finger. Even now, as she insisted on a big wedding in the Bahamas instead of a quiet little ceremony at their family’s church in Fayetteville, she’d far exceeded the budget that their father had set aside for her. And Sasha wondered if there’d be anything left for her in the event that she decided to get married someday. Although it seemed like a ridiculous thought at the moment, she hadn’t completely ruled it out. However, she’d created a little nest egg of her own, just in case.

  Soon she was on the plane, and as expected, slept through the entire trip. Next thing she knew, she’d arrived at her destination.

  Nassau, with its arresting views of palm trees and clear blue skies, was exactly as Sasha had remembered it. Her family had vacationed there a few times and stayed at the same resort where Bridget’s nuptials were scheduled to take place in the next day or two. She quickly gathered her luggage and stepped outside to look for her sister, who’d promised to meet her at baggage claim. Bridget was always fashionably late for everything, and Sasha often teased that she wouldn’t make it to her own funeral on time. She glanced at her watch once more before pulling her iPhone out of her purse to give her sister a call.

  “Hello, Sasha,” a deep voice was saying, and when Sasha looked up she was staring into the deepest pair of brown eyes she’d ever seen. “I’m Vince. Vince Sullivan.”

  “Oh, yeah, Derrick’s friend,” said Sasha.

  “I was sent by the bride and groom to pick you up and ensure your safe arrival to the resort.” He grinned a beautiful set of white teeth. His dimples were like little chocolate valleys, and Sasha couldn’t help but stare.

  “You’re late,” she said.

  Towering almost two feet over Sasha’s small frame, Vince smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. I was asked at the last minute to pick you up as a favor to the bride. She had to rush off somewhere in a hurry—something about shopping for women’s undergarments.”

  “Great. She could’ve just told me to grab a cab.” Sasha sighed. “You didn’t have to come all this way.”

  “It’s okay, really. It wasn’t very far. This is an island,” he chuckled.

  Sasha didn’t find a bit of humor in his comment, nor did she find it cute that her sister had sent her fiancé’s best friend to fetch her from the airport. She tried with everything in her to be annoyed, but every time she caught a glance at those sexy brown eyes, she found herself mesmerized. He awakened things in her that she didn’t even know were there, and it confused her. As an attorney, she took pride in being in control, but something about Vince made her anything but. His presence made her unsettled, a bit anxious. She couldn’t understand it at all. What was wrong with her? She’d seen handsome men before. In fact, she’d met Vince before—on a couple of occasions.

  Their first meeting had been a nightmare for Sasha. She’d backed into his car while trying to parallel park along the street in front of Derrick’s condo. She’d been apologetic, yet he’d made her feel as though she’d committed a crime. He’d accused her of being too preoccupied, and she thought he was making too big of a fuss over a small ding.

  “You can barely see the scratch,” she’d said.

  “This is a custom paint job,” he’d claimed, “Do you know how much this is going to cost to repair?”

  “I have insurance,” Sasha spat. “I’m sure they’ll take care of it.”

  And they had taken care of it, sending her premium through the roof. She’d developed a strong opinion of Vince in the process—he was arrogant.

  Today he seemed much taller, and way more gorgeous. And had he always owned that deep set of dimples? She couldn’t, for the life of her, remember seeing them before. She was being ridiculous! Simply experiencing jet lag. And for that, she had the perfect remedy—a nice, long afternoon nap once she made it to her hotel quarters.

  “Is this your only bag?” Vince was asking as he grabbed the handle of her suitcase.

  “Yes,” she replied and suddenly wished she’d gone to the restroom and freshened up a bit, checked her hair. She hoped it wasn’t all over her head or smashed down in the back from the snooze she’d taken earlier.

  She followed Vince to the silver Mercedes that was parked curbside with the flashers on. He popped the trunk and placed her bag inside.

  “Can I take your smaller bag too?” he asked, pointing at her carry-on Coach bag. She handed it to him and he placed it in the trunk also. He moved around to the passenger’s side of the car, which happened to be the opposite side of cars in the United States. He held the door open for her until she slid onto the leather seat. She watched as he took his place behind the wheel of his rented vehicle.

  “Doesn’t it confuse you—driving on the opposite side of the car?”

  “I love a challenge.” He grinned that mesmerizing grin again.

  “It seems silly, especially when most car rental places offer cars that are created the right way.”

  “The right way?”

  “Yes, with the steering wheel on the proper side of the car.”

  “Proper according to whom?” Vince asked.

  “According to car makers in the U.S. of A.,” said Sasha.

  “Last time I checked, we weren’t in the U.S. of A.” He maneuvered the car into traffic and spoke in his best Bahamian dialect. “Ve’re in da islands of da Bahamas, with its clear blue skies, sandy beaches and da best conch fritters dis side of da hemisphere.”

  Sasha laughed—she couldn’t help it. He sounded so ridiculous, yet he was cute in his own little way. And he had a sense of humor.

  “Yeah, I wish I was on the other side of the hemisphere—in the U.S. of A. right now,” she said.

  “Instead of here...in the beautiful Bahamas?”

  “Yes, this wedding couldn’t have come at a worse time for me,” Sasha complained.

  “Really? Why?”

  “My office is hosting its annual retreat this weekend in Savannah, and I’m missing it. My sister’s nuptials are putting a real damper on my schedule,” she mumbled.

  “Wow, you must be a workaholic,” said Vince.

  “I’m not a workaholic. My career is just very important to me.”

  “It’s your sister’s wedding. Isn’t that important too?” Vince glanced over at Sasha and pierced her with those brown eyes.

  “Of course it’s important. It’s just...I just...well, it was just not a good time for me.”

  “Are you really that shallow?” Vince asked. “There’s nothing more precious than family.”

  Had he just called her shallow?

  “I beg your pardon. You don’t know anything about me! And I’m not shallow.”

  “I’m sorry for calling you shallow. I meant to say that you made a shallow comment.”

  “I’m just saying...why couldn’t she just do a simple little ceremony in Atlanta? Why fly to another country just to say ‘I do’?”

  “You should consider it an honor to stand up for your sister on such an important day.”

  “I have things going on in my life right now,” Sasha retorted. “And th
is trip here, right now...this is inconvenient.”

  “That’s too bad,” said Vince. “You’re completely missing it.”

  “Oh really?” Sasha asked. “So I guess you have it all figured out.”

  “I have a pretty good handle on things. I know what’s important. In fact, when Derrick asked if I could fly to the Bahamas and be the best man at his wedding, I didn’t give it a second thought. I knew I had to be here.”

  “How noble of you,” Sasha said sarcastically and then stared out the window at the palm trees as they rushed past. She was done talking to this man.

  An awkward silence suddenly resonated through the car, and Vince adjusted the volume on the stereo. As the sound of Caribbean rhythms filled the air, Sasha pulled her iPhone out of her purse and checked her email. The music wasn’t very successful at drowning the silence, and the short drive seemed so much longer than it really was. Sasha wished her sister hadn’t sent Vince to pick her up from the airport. She’d have been more comfortable taking a taxi. At least the driver would’ve kept his opinions to himself.

  “I have to make a quick stop along the way,” Vince said. “I hope you don’t mind.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding.”

  “Not at all. Won’t take but a sec.”

  Soon Vince pulled into Potter’s Cay, the island’s fish market and fruit stand tucked away under the Paradise Island Bridge. Potter’s Cay, a place where Bahamians shopped for the fresh catch of the day and the freshest produce on the island, was an attraction that Sasha and her family had visited on occasion.

  “What are we doing here?”

  “I’m in the mood for fresh snapper.”

  “Fish?”

  “There’s nothing like it.” Vince smiled as he turned off the engine and removed the keys from the ignition. “Let’s go.”

  “Let’s go?”

  “It’s pretty hot, and you’ll roast in the car without air-conditioning.” He smiled but still seemed adamant that she get out of the car.