It was the holiday weโd been dreaming about for months. All through the gloomy
depths of winter weโd been working long hours, and hubby and I were stressed out
and longing for sunshine, cocktails, and relaxation. What could be better than a
ten-day break in the Whitsunday group of islands, off the tropical coast of
Queensland, Australia?
When some people go on holiday, theyโre determined to leave no statue, park,
cathedral, or fountain unvisited. On some overseas trips with friends, Iโve been
so exhausted by the schedule of sight-seeing that Iโve had to take several days
off work afterwards to recover. But if Iโm left to my own devices, Iโll gladly
spend the entire time lying beside the nearest body of water with my pale skin
turning ouch-red, and my nose in a novel. And thatโs exactly what Iโd planned
for this trip. Before boarding the plane to Hamilton Island Iโd gone crazy
cramming my eReader full of every new release Iโd been dying to read and I was
looking forward to spend the entire ten days book-bingeing.
When it came to the goal of complete and utter laziness, the resort was perfect.
Our small, beach-front bure was a short walk from the pool, which was quiet and
ringed with sun loungers. There were lots of unusual native animals to admire,
including wallabies, goannas, and the hilarious bush turkeys, but as they
wandered around the pool area Iโd be able to see them by merely lifting my head.
No need to tear myself from my book for longer than a few minutes.
I parked myself on a lounger, settled into the cushion, and pulled out my
eReader with a sigh of complete happiness. But when I flicked the switch nothing
happened. It was black. No matter how much I swore at it, the darn thing
wouldnโt even switch on.
When Iโd finally given up pounding at the button and shaking it, the reality
sunk in. I had ten whole days with nothing to read, and no television or
internet. As I paced up and down, babbling to myself and pulling at my hair, I
realized total insanity was surely just a few hours away unless I could find
something else to do. In desperation I pulled out a pad and started writing.
What flowed from my pen was a story about a woman arriving at a beautiful island
resort in the Whitsundays after a series of travel disasters, to find her
childhood tormentor waiting for her โ the bad boy who took her virginity and
broke her heart. Caylee and Blakeโs story was born! Soon I found myself
engrossed, and when we boarded the plane for home ten days later, I was carrying
a whole pad covered in tiny scribbling, and I wore both a tan and a big,
satisfied grin.
HER HOT
NUMBER is a love story set in a location so beautiful that I was driven to
share it. My goal was to soak every page of the book in sunshine, so that
everyone who reads it would feel the tropical warmth. I hope you enjoy it!
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