Excerpt of Caribbean Cowboy by Jenna Bayley-Burke

"I need a screaming orgasm.” The curly haired goddess
said with an exotic Caribbean lilt that had been catching
his ear all evening. She tapped her fingertips on the bar
set up in a corner of the ballroom. At least that’s what
the hotel called this oversized event space. He doubted
there had ever been an actual ball in Dutch Harbor.
Brawl, sure. But they weren’t exactly known for class and
debutants around here.

“Come again?” The bartender blinked and then shook his
balding head.

Nik Hansen coughed, not sure if he were being punked. He
had eight brothers in the room, and any of them were
capable of a practical joke like this. But the bartender
looked lost, much more accustomed to demands for beer and
whiskey more suited to Alaskan fishermen. Someone should
have given the guy a heads up that this rehearsal dinner
might require a basic knowledge of chick drinks.

“A screaming orgasm?” she repeated and then licked her
full lips. “It’s a blowjob with vodka.”

The bartender’s eyes widened, and Nik shook his head.
This place hadn’t changed a bit in the four years since
he’d last been here. He stepped forward and set his elbow
on the bar, blocking the view of one of the deckhands
who’d worked his father’s crab boat since he could
remember.

“Princess, I’ll help you out.” He turned to the bartender
and counted the ingredients with his fingers. “Ice,
vodka, Bailey’s, Kahlua.”

She narrowed her gaze at him, her eyes as clear and blue
as a glacier, a striking contrast against her creamy
cocoa skin.

The bartender shook his head. “I’m out of Bailey’s.”

Nik scanned the bottles behind the bar and nodded at the
exotic beauty. “No screaming orgasms or blowjobs with him
tonight.”

She blinked those luminous eyes. “Not sure I’ll last much
longer without a real drink.”

“Sex on the beach?” He smiled wide, suddenly thankful for
poor liquor distribution. “I wouldn’t recommend ordering
sex with the captain around this bunch of wheelhouse
jockeys, unless you’re up for a cockfight.”

Her shoulders shook as she laughed, and she licked those
perfect lips again. “I think Holly might object if I turn
her rehearsal dinner into a melee.”

“Sex on the beach it is.” He turned to the bartender.
“Orange juice, cranberry juice peach schnapps and vodka.
I’ll take a shot of Jäger.” He should have guessed the
beauty would be one of his sister’s friends.

The bartender served her first. She picked up the glass
and gave it a stir with the plastic straw. “Thanks for
translating.”

“I’m at your service, Princess.”

“I bet you are.” She turned and walked away, her lavender
dress hugging her spectacular assets.

“Nice try, cowboy.” His younger brother, Val, appeared,
laughing as he stole the shot of Jäger on the bar.

Nik shrugged. The night was young, and so was he.