Free Caribbean Casanova by Jenna Bayley-Burke

even give you something to talk about with these women Joe will be interviewing as possible aunties for his future children. Actually, I was thinking about reading these three books that everyone is talking about. Apparently, there is sex on every page, and if you’re lucky enough to find a woman who is in the midst of reading it there’s a chance she’ll show up at your house with handcuffs. True story, happened to Falco.”
    He grinned at the memory of their childhood friend. “Things always happen to Falco.”
    “And you. Anything torrid happened lately?”
    Images of Holly on the beach flashed through his mind, spiraling straight to his cock. He never hid his affairs from his brothers, but anything that happened with Holly wasn’t story fodder. “Have your own adventures, little brother.”
    “Please, I’m stuck doing the boring thing of having to buy a woman dinner first. And if I’m expected to take a week off in June, I won’t even have time for that between now and then.”
    “Then maybe you should read those books.”
     
    “Don’t say no, Holly. But I think you should do it.”
    Holly pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it. Calling Saskia had been an act of desperation, but she’d never be that hard up. She opted for speaker and lay back on the bed, soft pillows cushioning her weary head. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You know what we sell, right?”
    “Your boobs will sell hundreds of bikini tops.” Sass had an entirely too cheerful tone to her voice. Probably because she knew she wasn’t in pinching distance.
    “And my dimpled ass will end up on the don’t list of every fashion website.” The musky, sandalwood scent of Harm wrapped around her. Her pillows wanted to hold on to him too. She fluffed them behind her head. Good luck, sisters. One spin through the washing machine and they’d be free of him. She couldn’t say the same for herself.
    “You’re too hard on yourself. The great thing about crocheted suits is that they are adjustable and forgiving.”
    “And offer very little coverage or support. The only ones I’ve ever considered wearing were the crochet overlays, and even then I worried about a wardrobe malfunction. We’re not after those kinds of pictures.”
    “I wish I could think of something to help.”
    “Me too. As of now, the models have the day to explore the island, and the photographers will take landscapes for us to use on the website. Which isn’t a complete waste. But close.”
    “What if you wore the clothes instead? There are skirts and tops, cover-ups and dresses. I think you’re gorgeous, but if you don’t want to pose in a suit, you could wear items for the lifestyle line.”
    Every sample they had was designed for svelte frames like Saskia and the models. Holly would look ridiculous putting crocheted shorts on her chunky legs, or like sausage in a casing if she tried to squeeze her ass into one of the dresses. “I’m not a model, hon. Besides, we have a better shot at the high-end swimwear line, which is why when we get the money together, we’ll do another shoot.”
    Sass let out a movie-worthy sigh. “Now I feel bad asking you.”
    “Asking me what?” She grinned, glad for the distraction.
    “I was thinking of taking a detour on our way back.”
    “Mmm-kay.” The anxiety she’d managed to contain enough to play the perfect professional nibbled at her nerves. After the crew was sent back home, she had a condo to set-up. And she had no intention of doing it alone. She’d agreed to try living here with her best friend, not to be alone in a condo while Sass played house with her boyfriend.
    “I want to spend some time in Miami so my mom can meet Johannes again. She hasn’t seen him since he was a teenager. I want them to get to know each other, instead of being stuck in their old impressions of what the other is like.”
    Susan would be able to slow her daughter down from this sprint of a relationship. The woman had a negative