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 Today I have my spotlight on Pirateless in the Caribbean  by Jill Jaynes!

Blurb:

Stephanie will do anything to make partner at her law firm, even if it means going on the totally unnecessary Caribbean vacation her boss sends her on, and returning with all the items on his stupid scavenger-hunt list.
Little does she know that magic is hitching a ride on this vacation from hell, courtesy of her friend Nichole who has knit a little pirate-y magic into the sexy monokini bathing suit Stephanie has tucked away in her suitcase.
She may find all the items on her list, but what is she supposed to do about the pirate who sails away with her heart?

Author Bio:

Jill Jaynes began her love affair with romance as a teenager growing up in Southern California, spending many a late-night under the covers with a flashlight and good romance novel. This early addiction stuck, and she discovered one day that telling great stories was even more fun than reading them. Today she writes stories with happy endings her own way- with a dash of magic that means anything can happen. Jill still lives in Southern California and is a lover of good wine, good dogs and one good man.

Social Media:

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twitter: @jill_jaynes

Excerpt

Elbowing between a couple of Hawaiian-shirted guys parked on close-set stools, Stephanie leaned on the bar counter and considered what to order. The bartender turned to face her, a damp bar-towel in one hand, and a bowl of lemon wedges in the other.

“What’ll it be?” He slid the bowl under the bar and used the towel to wipe away a beer-bottle ring on the varnished wood surface before her.

A jolt of electricity rocked her as she met his familiar green gaze. Stephanie mentally shook herself. Wow. “Oh, hi! You really get around, don’t you?” She smiled, hoping she sounded a lot more unaffected than she felt. Imagining him naked wasn’t helping.

“Just helping out wherever they need me.” He smiled, that same slow, “I’m watching you” smile he’d worn in her dream. His teeth gleamed white in his tanned face, the close-cut beard making him look more than a little pirate-like. His gold hair was pulled back into a ponytail, emphasizing his high cheekbones. He actually was wearing a gold earring. He really was kinda…hot.

Her skin felt suddenly heated and tingly, and a subtle, high-frequency buzz raced across her senses. She could swear she heard the zap of static electricity where the lace of her bathing suit draped across her belly.

“So what’ll it be?”

She opened her mouth to reply, then drew a total blank. She had no idea what the “in” drinks were these days. She glanced at the chalkboard sign on the end of the bar. “Why don’t you give me the drink of the day, please.”

“One ‘Caribbean Crusher' coming right up,” he said with a smile. He began artfully pouring what seemed like a bit of everything into a blender on the shelf behind him. “The name’s Rick, by the way,” he said, over his shoulder. “Wouldn’t want you to get me confused with the other pool boys around here.” He smiled as he handed her the glass. “Here you go.”

His fingers brushed hers as she took the drink from his hand and she could have sworn a spark jumped from the point of contact. If that wasn’t enough, the look in his clear green eyes went up a couple of hundred degrees in heat level. Shaken, she lowered her gaze to break the contact, barely registering the trite pink paper umbrella rising from the glass at a jaunty angle. She found the straw and drank deeply.

Coconut, pineapple and something else tropical filled her mouth, but the alcohol fumes tickled her nose and her throat seized up. She coughed and her eyes watered. She wasn’t sure exactly what kind alcohol was in it, but there was a generous amount of whatever it was. Most likely rum, in this part of the world. As long as it isn't tequila. That one time in college had been enough to convince her never to go near the stuff again. Well, she wasn’t planning on doing anything crazy.