So who is Tara Simone? I’m just a girl, an American girl, who writes stories that are fun and funny, sweet and sexy. Stories that let you escape for a few hours so you can forget about that crappy day at work and that idiot boss who never gives you credit … or forget about that guy who didn’t text you back, he’s an idiot … or forget how the drive-thru server messed up your venti, skinny, four pump hazelnut macchiatto latte that you were ordering to soothe the stress of the idiot boss or idiot guy. The world is full of idiots. My goal is to make you forget them. If I succeed drop me a line. If I haven’t, well I suggest you try either Yoga, Meditation, Xanax or Raspberry flavored Vodka… I guarantee one of the four or a combination thereof will work. But please do not mix the Xanax and Vodka – I need you alive and healthy to enjoy my novels. I am however a fan of mixing one or the other substance with outrageously difficult yoga moves. You have no idea how limber you really are.
A broken heart. A ticket to paradise. A resort full of honeymooners …
the last thing newly single Patience De La Rosa needs if she’s to find a candidate for a casual rebound.
Her luggage catching a flight to Mauritius instead of Maui doesn’t help matters and a maxed out credit
card doesn’t buy a girl a fresh pair of panties. Then there’s the annoying weird guy, the one who’s married
to his laptop, sitting beside her at the pool.
Odds for a fling improve when three single, sexy and willing candidates cross her path. Though
Patience’s luggage may be M.I.A., her breakup baggage crossed the Pacific with her. Will Patience cast it
aside, throw caution to the tropical winds and indulge in island debauchery? Or will a tea leaf reader’s
prediction about her romantic excursions come true in unexpected ways?
Excerpt from the Vacationista