We all do it at times—act on Impulse, and that’s what both Mia and Dylan did, but for different reasons.
I wrote this without knowing how they would get on, and even if they’d ever stop sniping long enough to make a go of things. I truly am a pantster. My characters tell me the story, in their own sweet time…Here’s your chance to learn a little bit about them…
Mia brought her little sister up.
They don’t always get on eye to eye, but they love each other, and are always there for each other.
Mia certainly wasn’t looking for a partner in any way
Dylan didn’t approve of the island’s activities.
He hardly ever used his gift.
He still has a house on the island…
So here’s the blurb…
Isola Dei Sogni, where fantasies and dreams come true. Mia only went as a favor for her sister. Her fantasy was a good book and a bottle of wine. Until she met Dylan. Then her sense disappeared and fantasy took over. Was it all worth it?
Dylan has arrived at Isola Dei Sogni to help out—with reluctance and just as a favor. Then he meets Mia. If she’s the person he’s supposed to assist, then maybe the visit won’t be the waste of time he thought after all. His attitude has changed, and when he hears Mia wants to give him his fantasy? Dylan is never one to disappoint a lady…he hopes.
However, fantasies and dreams are all well and good, but even here, reality creeps in. Can Mia and Dylan overcome that to reach their happily ever after?
What do you think?
If you comment here, and tell me what your dream or fantasy would be on the island, Ill giveaway an ebook of choice from my back list to one commenter…
And to tease you a bit more… Here’s a wee excerpt…
For goodness sake you’ve done it before. Before she could change her mind, and remember she’d been younger and less responsible, Mia took off her bikini and threw it in the direction of a sun lounger. The top landed on the rim and dangled like a flag, as it swayed in the light breeze. Her bottoms landed slap in the middle of the seat. Mia sniggered. They were covering a seat of some sort at least. She walked to the edge of the pool, had a quick look around, and jumped into the sparkling blue-green water. There was certainly no one around to see her wobbly bits.
The water was like liquid silk, as warm as a soothing bath and as sensual as a soft sigh wrapped all around her. Suddenly Mia felt all her cares and anxieties fall away. Even the ones I didn’t know I had. Sod it. I will relax, enjoy myself, and savor my time here. And enjoy the fact I don’t have a fantasy I feel I need to fulfill.
She floated aimlessly around the pool, enjoying the unfamiliar feeling of the smooth water directly on her skin. So wrapped up in mindless nothing, she didn’t hear Dylan approaching, until he spoke.
Mia choked went underwater and emerged, cautiously, spluttering at the same time.
“Do I need to come and give you the kiss of life?” He hunkered down on his knees and held his hand out.
She shook her head. “No, you don’t. You startled me. I thought you said this was totally private?” She sank as low as she could. No way did she want to put him off his dinner.
“It is. There’s only you … and me here.”
Damn it, that voice. Talk about instant orgasm. If he bottled it he’d do a roaring
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she’s strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.
Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
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