Cover art (c) Eliza Black 2008Rating: Carnal—adult situations and language.
Paranormal romance by Lorraine Kennedy.
Bonnie hadn’t actually expected true magic. She had expected a ‘magical’ tropical vacation, and she needed it.
When she discovered Tristan, the man she’s lusted over from afar for so long, had also ended up on the island, she could hardly believe her luck—but then she discovers he thinks she tricked into it just so she could get into his pants!
When she discovered Tristan, the man she’s lusted over from afar for so long, had also ended up on the island, she could hardly believe her luck—but then she discovers he thinks she tricked into it just so she could get into his pants!
TAHITIAN MAGIC
By
Lorraine Kennedy
© copyright by Lorraine Kennedy, September 2008
Cover Art by Alex DeShanks, September 2008
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Chapter One
Her body was on fire, burning with unfulfilled need. Scenes flashed erratically before her eyes. A moonlit beach, water … and blue eyes. Orange flames licked at the darkness … illuminating strangely exotic faces. The night was alive with the resonance of drums, her heart beating in rhythm to the strange and enchanting reverberation.
A soft caress on her inner thigh sent a tingling sensation to that swollen and aching spot between her legs. Faster and faster the thumping of drums sounded until they seemed to vibrate the very earth. A fountain of sparks erupted from the fire, spraying the sky with pinpoints of light. Suddenly her vision was filled with the grotesque image of a carved wooden mask. The dancer behind the mask swayed to and fro as if he had become one with the rhythm of the drum.
Bonnie Lee’s eyes flew open. She was drenched with sweat and still shaking. The sound of the doorbell shattered the silence of the house.
Damn! Who would wake her this time of the morning? Most people knew she worked late hours.
Leaving the comfort of her bed, she slipped on her robe and ran to the front door. Looking through the peephole she saw her sister’s impatient face. After opening the door, she stepped aside to let Trudy enter.
“What’s this about? You know I don’t get up this early when I’ve worked.” Bonnie frowned.
“Chill out, sis. I brought some doughnuts so that we could enjoy some breakfast and have a sister to sister chat.”
For the first time, Bonnie noticed that Trudy was carrying a box of doughnuts and a large white envelope.
“What’s that?” she asked pointing at the envelope.
Trudy shrugged. “I found it on your porch. Why don’t you open it while I make some coffee?”
As Trudy was busy in the kitchen, Bonnie opened the envelope and slipped out the contents. She had to rub her eyes to ensure that she was seeing correctly. Inside was a piece of paper that read.
Come to the island of magic
Aside from the note, there was an airline ticket to Bora Bora and instructions for taking a charter boat to the island of Hiva. There was nothing to indicate whom it was from, or why she should go there.
“What is it?” Trudy called from the kitchen.
“Its airline tickets and an invitation to go to Tahiti,” Bonnie informed her sister as she was walking into the kitchen. She sat at the table where Trudy had poured her a cup of coffee.
“From who?”
“I don’t know. It doesn’t say who it’s from.” Her dream from the night before crept into Bonnie’s mind. “This is very strange. I had a dream last night about being on an island.”
“Jeez, who doesn’t dream about being on an island?” Trudy smirked. “But hey … sounds like a blast. Could be from an incredibly sexy guy who’s been stalking you.”
“Thanks a lot.” Bonnie’s voice had turned sour. The last thing she needed was that kind of trouble.
Her sister sat across the kitchen table from her, smiling. “Oh come on Bonnie, live a little. Go see who this mysterious person is.” Trudy’s blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
They were two sisters who were nothing alike. Trudy was blond, beautiful and bubbling with life. Bonnie on the other hand had always been self-conscious. She felt she was a little on the plain side and had definitely gotten none of the sparkle that Trudy possessed.
Bonnie had always been shy. Afraid of letting her true feelings show, especially with men. Where Trudy had long blond hair, Bonnie wore her dark hair cut at shoulder length and pulled tight into a bun. She wasn’t the type of woman who cared to spend hours in front of the mirror. She would much rather spend her time with a good movie or a book. This was something that Trudy was endlessly reproaching her for.
Bonnie didn’t very often take chances and, on the rare occasion that she did, it wasn’t unusual for her to end up getting burnt. Like with Ken.
“Trudy, you just never know what this could be about. It could be dangerous.”
“But it could be exhilarating, too.”
“I don’t know.” Bonnie was doubtful. “I bet it’s Ken, trying to make up to me.”
Trudy pulled a sour face. “Girl, I’ll be so angry if you let that man back into your life. It’s high time you got rid of him for good.”
Bonnie knew her sister was right. She’d been dating Ken for some time now and all he’d done was make havoc of her life. This last incident was all that she could take. She’d made a surprise visit to Ken’s office and walked in to see his secretary on her knees with her lips wrapped around his cock.
Surprisingly, Bonnie hadn’t really been saddened by the discovery. In fact, she almost felt relief to have him gone. At first her relationship with Ken had been wonderful. A whirlwind of romance with a handsome and worldly man, but it had quickly soured.
Bonnie should have realized that Ken was out of her league. She was a simple, down to earth girl. Just a cocktail waitress working at one of the many casinos that Ken’s brother owned. From the beginning she’d felt that Ken was playing with her, but many lonely nights at home had made her ignore her gut feeling. Now she wished she hadn’t.
“Oh come on Bonnie,” Trudy urged her in the whiney voice she always used when she was trying to get her way about something. “This island is supposed to be magic. If you meet the man of your dreams when you’re there, he’ll fall madly in love with you.”
“What do you know about this?” Bonnie asked, glaring at her trouble making little sister.
Trudy gave her that wicked little sister smile again. “Okay … I admit that I might have something to do with it.”
“Spill it,” Bonnie told her.
“I was so worried about you being alone that I went to that old fortune teller.”
“You mean that old lady out in Prump that does love spells?” Bonnie rolled her eyes. “That’s all a bunch of nonsense.”
“I don’t know. She told me that Ken wasn’t the man for you. That she knew who the man of your dreams was, and she would send you both to this magical island.”
Bonnie smiled tolerantly at her well-intentioned sister. There was simply no way the man of her dreams was going to show up on that island. If Ken Rosado was out of her league, there was no doubt that she was light years apart from the man she really wanted.
The first time she saw Ken’s brother stroll through the Branding Iron Casino, Bonnie had just about dropped the tray of drinks she was holding. The man hadn’t even thrown her a glance, but his presence was so powerful that she hadn’t been able to get him off her mind.
In contrast to Bonnie’s petite frame, Tristan was tall, with wide shoulders and a muscular build that filled out his tailored suits to perfection. Though Bonnie had never seen him in anything but a suit, his bronzed, sun kissed skin told her that he was a man who loved the outdoors. He had that beach boy look with sun bleached blond hair and sky blue eyes.
Just the thought of what that hard body of his looked like beneath that suit could send her over the edge and right into a cold shower. Bonnie would often fantasize that she’d get a call to bring cocktails up to the penthouse suite and, when she knocked on the door, he would call for her to enter.
Taking the tray from her hands, he would brush up against her, letting her feel his rock hard cock through his pants.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you,” he’d whisper softly in her ear.
For once, she’d shed her inhibitions. She would unfasten his slacks and then, slowly … with sensual movements she would glide one finger up and down his shaft, paying special attention to the swollen head.
The fantasy always left her panties drenched, her pussy swollen and aching for attention.
Her thoughts returned to the present and Bonnie suddenly felt deflated. The man didn’t even know she was alive. On the few times he’d spoken to her at work, he’d been coolly professional. True, she’d met him at the rare social gathering Ken had taken her to, but even then he’d barely spoken three words to her.
There was simply no way Tristan would be at that island. Her sister wasn’t even aware of her infatuation with Ken’s brother. No one was.
“Trudy … I thank you for thinking of me, I really do, but … it would be a waste of time.”
“Bonnie Lee Harris. I swear that you are the most difficult person I’ve ever met.” Trudy was getting very irritated with her sister’s humdrum personality.
“Even if there’s nothing to this magic island thing, you could sure use the vacation this summer. You haven’t been anywhere for a long time.” Trudy stood up abruptly and put one hand on her hip. “Las Vegas is stifling this time of year. Why not go enjoy the tropical breezes, at least? Besides … that old woman’s services cost me several months’ worth of pay.”
Feeling ungrateful and selfish, Bonnie stood up and hugged her sister. “You’re right, I need a break from this place.”
“Then it’s settled. Your flight leaves Saturday. I do hope you have your passport in order.”
“Well yes, I got it a few years ago in hopes that someday I’d win a trip someplace exotic.”
“Looks like you’ve won your trip. Now let’s just hope there’s some exotic guy waiting there for you.” Trudy smiled.
