A vacation is the exact palate cleanser I need after a huge break up with he-who-shall-not-be-named...aka my lying, cheating, scumbag of an ex.
Maybe I'll have a fling, wash the taste of him out of my mouth, and other areas, for good.
The handsome, baby-blue-eyed man at the bar will do that trick...that is if he isn't some creep that plans to steal my organs and sell them on the black market.
Maybe it’s the wine. Maybe it’s the fact that my hoo-hah has been neglected after being with that bastard for years of my life. I guess doing things with your girlfriend is a moot point when you’re getting it everywhere else.
Either way, call me the girl who dies first in the horror movie because bar boy is mine…for tonight.
The moment she locks eyes with me, my world turns completely upside down. My heart swells in my chest, making it hard to breathe. Great...now I'm pining after the tourists. Am I really that hard up for love?
She winks in my direction and every part of me wants to go talk to her, to learn her name, to smell her perfume...but I know that's a bad idea. After all, I'm the Kingpin of a serial killer secret society that happens to be meeting this week. No big deal. It's basically our form of book club, except we only meet once a year, and though I run it, I wish I didn't.
In this lifestyle, business and pleasure tend to go hand in hand. There's no way to keep it separate. I should make myself scarce and stay away to keep her safe. Maybe it's the forbidden nature of what our relationship could be...or, maybe it's the way she lights up the room, but good heavens...the woman attracts me like a moth to a flame.
And she's oh, so f*cking tempting.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This book is based on the story told in my book, ‘Beyond the Palms’ which is my international bestselling debut novel. Let’s just say, it wasn’t always good and the first edition of that book was not the gem that I aspired for it to be.
Well, me being me; I like to take a crappy situation and make it fun, and what better way to do that than to make it a comedy? So, if you’re looking for a laugh, something sexy and dark, then you’ve come to the right place. This book is bound to knock your socks off, and put a damper on your marital...bonding time—since I’m I have to refrain from certain words in this description.
If you’re looking for a cleaner version, maybe don’t read this book and instead check out ‘Beyond the Palms’. But if you’re looking for some spicy scenes ranging from jalapeno to ghost pepper—then what are you waiting for?
Crack that bad boy open and be seduced by a serial killer.
This Hotel has secrets and the best thing about secrets is that they don’t stay hidden.
Beyond the Palms takes you behind closed doors of a serial Killer group made up of what should be everyday heroes and individuals with upstanding lives such as doctors, lawyers, police officers, businessmen, and likewise. Meeting over the dark web, they became close friends over a shared interest of bloodshed. They built the Arbor Hotel and Resort from the ground up to hide their deepest desires and since have held The Black Arbor Convention annually. One week a year, the distant friends meet and purge their instincts to kill before returning to their loved ones and careers. Without a trace to incriminate them, all is well in their world and they plan on keeping it that way.
The Dawson’s are going on a family vacation and find themselves checking in to a room that they will soon regret. John Dawson, a U.S. Navy Veteran, is determined to fix his marriage with his wife Eleanor, an Elementary teacher, and mend his relationship with his children, Jackson and Thea. With Jackson about to graduate High School, and Thea about to graduate college, who knows when they will be able to take another trip like this. However, the family of four start to notice that there may be more to this hotel than meets the eye.
Will they see the signs before it’s too late or will they become the Black Arbor Convention’s next victims.
In a town where secrets prove to have deadly consequences, those who enter the hollow… don't come out.
In Salem, Missouri, every resident knows the town history and the ghost stories that are based on it. The most famous of them being about the forty-seven settlers who tried to start an 'off-the-grid' community in the woods, known as 'The Salem Hollow.' At least, that was until they all turned up dead. Poison: That is what the medical examiner called the cause of their sudden and tragic passing. Newspapers declared their death as a mass suicide based on a religious faction, but whispers swarmed the small town, and conspiracies were born. Now, the story of how 'The Hollow 47' haunt the woods of the south-side are told around every campfire.
Maggie Porter lives with her father, the town sheriff, and celebrates what is supposed to be an epic senior year with her best friend, Nancy. However, gang violence and high school drama become the least of their worries when members of the town, including her father, start getting threatening notes written in blood, and the person writing them is dead set on getting revenge.
Pandora's box is opened, and lies that were told forty years ago begin to unravel. Not even the dead can keep chaos from unfolding around them.
When secrets from her father's past come knocking, those that were buried six-feet deep in 'The Salem Hollow' can no longer keep them safe from the man under the mask.