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To: AttyCareyGrant@earthlink.net

CC: TTeagueDesigns, BigelowLandscapes

Subject: YES! Gotta have this place!

Guys, you will not believe this island! WAY more beautiful than the ads. Comes with Leilani and Ramon, live-in domestics—not to mention a mysterious Italian Contessa who has disappeared…into the Bermuda Triangle? Kidnapped by pirates? No one knows!

Why do these islanders speak perfect English? Why are angels dangling from every fixture and ceiling fan? Why do they all welcome me, and how did they know I was coming before I knew it myself? (insert Twilight Zone music here) But they’ve read all my books! They love me already!

Don’t mind me—I’m tired. Sitting in a bridal-white bedroom with a canopied four-poster, overlooking the ocean and sand that shimmers in the sunset. Ready to walk that beach and think this over, but YES! It calls to me. Leilani predicts I’ll have a love life within the week, so I have to stay at least that long!

More later. Thanks again to all of you! Miss you guys!

Love, CatWoman

She pushed back from the rolltop desk and marveled at yet another miracle of this isolated island: she could gaze out over moonbeams dancing on the Caribbean Sea while, thanks to satellite internet, she could e-mail friends in the States…a world she suddenly felt separated from by more than geography. It was a distance inside her; a sense that she had nothing to return to in St. Louis. Did she even need those clothes in her closet or the reams of blank paper and office supplies and research books she’d left behind with life as she knew it?

On second thought—

To: AttyCareyGrant@earthlink.net

Subject: my stuff!

Grant—

Soon as you can, send my books and office supplies! Let’s hope the mail drop is working like it’s supposed to, because my pirate book is taking on a whole new life, like the sails of the Black Pearl swell with the sea breezes!

You savvy, mate? I feel like a whole ’nother woman! Ripe and ready! Too bad I’m not your type, eh?

Kisses anyway, Cat

Satisfied, she shut down her laptop and lolled in the tilt-back desk chair. The twilight had crept into her room with delicate shadows, on a breeze that smelled sweet and musky and sensual. Those long white angel’s trumpets caught the moonlight and glowed like lights on a whole forest of tropical Christmas trees…a magical sight.

On impulse, Cat stripped off her stolid black slacks and sweater set. Something called to her like a siren song and she felt compelled to step out onto her balcony. After all, who was there to see her? Her panties hit the floor, followed by her bra, and as she padded barefoot to her balcony, the deep coolness of the tile floor seeped into her soul.

Serenity. Tranquility. Total, blissful freedom here…not to mention a decadence that called from so far inside her she’d forgotten such a wild, romantic place existed. Never in her life had she ventured outside in the altogether—not even as a newlywed. Yet here she was, accepting the sea breeze’s invitation, drawn by an invisible force to be at one with the universe.

And what a universe it was! A sky of midnight blue velvet spangled with diamond stars stretched into forever, while the waves below lapped at the sand in an endless, ancient rhythm that lulled her…made her believe she could walk through the house naked and unafraid, to stroll across sand that glistened in the moonlight…to let those waves tickle her toes and coax her to laugh and frolic along their frothy edges.

Laugh and frolic. Lord, how long had it been since she’d done that?

And never naked, that’s for sure!

Why not? If not now, when? Spike whispered.

Cat gripped the balcony railing, torn between living out this fresh, brazen fantasy and staying here in the safety of her new home. Leilani would no doubt applaud her crossing of this boundary…perhaps even shed that sari to join her, which would no doubt bring Ramon along, as well. Tall and sleek and so damn sexy he’d be, as dark as the night and as potently mysterious.

But what was that on the horizon? Cat leaned forward, squinting. Something bobbed along on the water like an angular, pointy cork—

“Oh my God…oh my God!” She sucked in her breath and stared as the object sailed closer to the island. With its three tall masts and pale sails swelling in the breeze, it looked for all the world like a pirate ship!

Cat’s nipples hardened, and goose bumps tingled over her entire body. It was like something out of the Disney movies, only better! Because it was real! As the minutes and waves brought the ship closer to Porto Di Angelo, Cat could only hold her breath and gape at the ship’s antique magnificence. Not even in her wildest, most flowing imagination could she create such a vision…now close enough that she could make out the men on the main deck. They were looking this way—

Cat’s hands fluttered to cover her bare breasts. Could they see her up here? Would the palm trees shield her, or should she duck inside?

So what if they see you? Spike teased. You could do worse than have a pirate ship’s crew spot you through their spyglasses and then pull up at your dock!

“And I suppose you arranged this?” she whispered, her eyes fixed on the roll and sway of those people on the decks.

Maybe I did. And maybe I just wish I had. Lookin’ fiiiiine, Miss Kitty!

Her nipples jabbed her palms as she stood, caught in the sudden knowledge that with the light from her desk lamp behind her, she was a very visible, very naked silhouette to anyone who’d caught sight of her.

She swore someone waved…no, two or three of them waved their arms above their heads in greeting!

And then she sucked air again: two figures sprinted across the beach, waving their arms in response to the crewmen. They were silent, but their bodies spoke volumes because they, too, were naked. Leilani and Ramon had doffed their clothes to commune with nature—and those sailors!

As though by an established pattern, the magnificent ship then swung around toward the sea again. For all she knew, the captain and his crew were decked out like buccaneers and swashbucklers of old, just out for an evening joyride, following their favorite currents around the sprinkling of tiny islands in this section of the sea.

Hell, for all she knew, Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom were aboard, and their filming crew was checking out potential places to shoot the next Pirates of the Caribbean blockbuster!

The vision tantalized her imagination, and Cat knew it was time to start not a new chapter but a totally different book from what she’d been writing. Here, with the salt mist dampening her face and the whisper of the wind in the tropical trees, she could live the story as it unfolded. How cool was that?!

She gripped the railing, glancing down at the beach again. There in the glistening sand along the shoreline, with lacy waves running up around their ankles, Leilani and Ramon were kissing. Oh, it wasn’t just the kiss of an old married couple, either—and maybe they weren’t! Maybe Ramon had only said that to appease her civilized sensitivities today.

Does that matter, really?

Spike had a point, didn’t he? Who was she to judge?

What struck her was their absolute beauty…their belief that they belonged on the beach on this perfect night in paradise, and that they wouldn’t let this idyllic opportunity pass them by just because she had arrived. While Leilani’s psychic powers intimidated her a bit, Cat realized she had a lot to learn from her ethereal housekeeper.

“Grab me!” Leilani challenged in a husky whisper. “You know you want to, loverman!”

Cat gaped as their bodies came together, in profile to her. Ramon, so tall and lean, stooped slightly to catch up Leilani’s eager form as she reached for him. His cock jutted out at a right angle, just as her lush, rounded breasts bobbed lightly with her excitement.

“Make me!” he taunted after another feverish kiss. “Make me so crazy I’ll have to fuck you again and again, witchy woman!”

Cat blinked, looking away. This was not only an invasion of their privacy, it was lewd and crude of her as a guest in their—

Hold on, missy! They’re calling this your house, Spike reminded her. Leilani suggested that you walk along the beach to sort out your thoughts. You might’ve walked in on them—and they might’ve planned it that way! They might invite you to frolic naked—

She arched an eyebrow in the direction she thought his gravelly voice came from—although it was mostly inside her head.

“Let me guess,” she whispered. “I don’t smell your cigarettes because you’ve found other stuff to smoke!

Don’t knock it, doll. Puts a whole new spin on things. Maybe you could use a new spin.

Her eyes wandered back to the couple on the moonlit beach. Leilani’s thick waves cascaded down her back, jerking like a curtain when Ramon wove his fingers into them. Leilani gasped with the force of his kiss…leaned into his tall, virile body and then shimmied against him, making him moan.

Hugging herself, Cat watched in envy. Damn, those two were really getting into it! Did they really intend to—

Of course they do! You’re the one who’s hanging back, playing the voyeur! Spike taunted. You could slip out to another section of beach and wade naked, minding your own business, instead of gawking at—

Would you stifle yourself? She waved him off, scowling.

A little burst of that angel’s trumpet musk suggested he’d left her.

Meanwhile Ramon was kissing Leilani deeply, bending her back like a slender willow to do his bidding.

“Make me your slave!” Leilani rasped. “Force me to take every inch of your long, hot cock into my—”

“You’ll be screaming for it!” he growled playfully. “Don’t tempt me past more than your puss can handle!”

Their bodies writhed in rhythm, until their faces parted so their long tongues could duel in the moonlight.

Cat’s insides tightened. She was fully aware of her wickedness…felt the come-on in the breeze that tickled her between the legs as she undulated to the same rhythm she watched below. Her legs parted, begging her fingers to satisfy the ache between them.

How long had it been? She twitched at the first flick of her fingertips. Leilani, too, seemed urgent as she backed away to look up at her dark lover and then turned to tempt him with her pert backside.

Ramon’s rich laughter wafted around her on the sea breeze, making Cat squirm against the balcony support. If she shifted…bent at the knees just so, she could rub herself. No one would have a clue what she was doing…what the smooth, cool paint felt like against her hot, throbbing flesh.

Leilani was bending forward, bracing her hands on her knees, a midnight sprite so lovely it took Cat’s breath away. Of all the tropical blossoms on this island, Leilani was the most delicate, the most sensual, the most stunning—and she knew it: assumed her place as queen of sensual realms Cat had had no previous dealings with.

But she was about to learn, big-time.

She knew damn well Ramon was going to take his wife from behind. She watched the lithe islander point his long cock and grab the lush hips offered up to him. Cat held her breath as he paused at Leilani’s opening. She had no trouble imagining how wet and warm it would be because her own slit was brimming over.

Slowly and secretively, Cat moved against the carved cylindrical post, using a turning in the wood to best advantage against her clit. God, but this was dirty! She was beyond caring if Spike was watching her now. Trevor and Grant would not believe—

Trevor and Grant are probably in the same position as the couple you’re watching, with Bruce egging them on.

But why entertain such images—why wonder if her guardian angel had spoken, or if those were her own thoughts—when she had a bird’s-eye view of such a lovely couple making love? Cat held her breath…pressed herself more firmly against the balcony post when Ramon disappeared inside Leilani, inch by excruciating inch, until she whimpered and began to pump against him.

Ramon arched back slightly, his pigtail as stiff as his other extremity. Slowly, bending to achieve a better angle, the man who’d driven her home from the airport drove himself deep inside his woman, pulling out and then burying himself to the hilt. Again and again he thrust, as though he could control his own climax all night long.

Leilani’s moans taunted Cat. God, how she wished Ramon was putting it to her that way! But for now, Cat gyrated herself to a very nice thrum that would soon bring the release she needed so badly.

With a little whimper, Leilani fell forward and caught herself, the prima donna in a breathtaking ballet during which Ramon eagerly followed her every lead and granted her every request. He moved with her, lowering himself slowly with those long corded legs until his knees dropped into the soft sand on either side of Leilani’s.

They were grunting and rutting now, two lithe animals in heat. Cat heard Leilani’s wetness, echoed by her own as she matched the speed of their primal dance. Her housekeeper’s breasts jiggled with the force of Ramon’s thrusts, and she met every one of them with an eager grace, tilting her head back in ecstasy.

When Ramon clamped his arms around her, Cat grabbed the railing and hung on for dear life. She could not cry out when she climaxed! Could not let the couple on the beach know she’d been following their every move so avidly. So brazenly.

She found it then, that sweet spot that promised the rush she needed. As Ramon’s triumphant grunts punctuated the night, she curled against the railing and succumbed to a climax that went on and on. Cat bit back a scream that would’ve torn the night in two.

Leilani did it for her: she wailed like a wild creature surrendering to her mate, releasing cataclysmic forces that crashed inside her like tidal waves beating the rocky shore. On and on Leilani moaned, in a randy duet with Ramon, until Cat thought she might rub the paint from the post.

She couldn’t stop. Her hips wriggled, and wetness spread down her thighs until her eyes flew open from the implosion below. She hugged the railing so hard she knew she’d have bruises tomorrow—

Then she realized the couple on the beach had stopped, still joined at the hip. They were watching her.

Had she squealed, too far gone to hear herself? She might pretend Leilani and Ramon didn’t know what she’d been doing, but that just showed how naive her thought process was.

They’d caught her spying on them. If they quizzed her about it, she had no recourse but to confess—and to admit to herself they knew what she’d been doing while she watched them.

Life on this island would be more complicated than she’d thought. And a whole lot hotter.