Stranded by Audrina Duval

The last thing I expected, when I boarded that cruise liner for my mother’s second marriage, was to meet Rich. He was as luxurious as the ship, tall like its mast, safe and secure, all sleek lines and good looks. And he was hot too. So damned hot, like the steamy island paradises we would be visiting along the way.

All throughout the ceremony, on the ship, I found myself gazing at Rich and his faultless, tanned body.

I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering over him. He was perfect in every way, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.
When the ceremony ended, I deboarded the ship to explore the beauty of Pineapple Bay, an island paradise in the Bahamas.
What were the chances that I would meet my stepbrother again, purely by accident, in an outdoor cafe on the island?