Cruising for Love

CrusingForLove_1600x2400When Andi Greene heads out on a cruise, she’s pumped for a fun week of sun bathing and chilling with her best friend. Little does she know her best friend has a number of surprises in store. The first is the cruise’s theme of bondage and domination. The other? Ship’s doctor Jonah Coleman, Andi’s first love, her high school boyfriend—the boy she thought she’d marry before he moved across the country and eventually dropped her cold. But there’s nothing cold about their reunion. Instead sparks fly, and Andi’s relaxing cruise seems set to turn into a week of hot loving.

Jonah can’t believe he’s getting a second chance with Andi—a grown–up Andi who might need more than he knows how to give. But he’s willing to put everything on the line to find out if the heat between them is just the remnants of teenage love or something more. And even though he has to let her go again, he’s determined this time she’ll never forget him.

ISBN: 978-0986355707
Word length: 20,000
Release Date: January 6, 2015

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KK led the way past a pool, complete with water slide where adults acted like children. We arrived at an opaque glass door where we had to present our cruise IDs to a crew member. Music blasted from a nearby loudspeaker as we entered a private—adult only—pool area. The whole cruise was supposed to be adult only. If we wanted to hang out with families, we would’ve gone to Disney, but this particular pool area was something beyond private and adult only.

It was like something out of a travel magazine, with its narrow rectangular pool surrounded by deck chairs that looked like modern art. Standing around the turquoise pool were loads of women, many dressed like KK. There were men too, but most were in three-piece suits. My heart started thumping in a way it would if someone told me that not only had I arrived at a Nascar event, but I’d be expected to drive the race car too.

“KK. What is this?”

She turned to me, and all I could think was that she was positively glowing. Like Edward from Twilight glowing in her happiness. “I might have left off one teensy detail about the cruise,” she shouted over the music.

No words left my parted lips. But someone better start doing some talking, and fast.

“It’s a themed cruise.”

My nails left crescents indented in her forearm after I dragged her away from the pool to a quieter place where we could talk. “Can you please repeat that?”

“The cruise has a theme.”

“What’s the theme? Bondage?”

KK’s cheeks flushed with stripes of pink. “Kind of. It’s a Whipped theme cruise.”

“Whipped, as in the book, Whipped?” The book had been a sensation in the last year. No, not a sensation, the sensation. Everyone—grandmothers, teachers, the president—had read it, or at least knew about it. KK and I had both read it and loved it. Something about the heroine’s sexual awakening and submissive relationship with the hero spoke to me. But, a theme cruise? It was the first and last time I’d ever let KK plan on our vacation.