Mai Tai Man

By Sabrina Devonshire

Summer’s plans for a romantic escape to Mazatlán with her boyfriend the week before her University of Arizona classes resume disintegrate when he dumps her just before the trip. She goes anyway, planning to drown her sorrow with Mai Tais. Her plan goes awry when she wakes up beside a drop-dead gorgeous guy she can’t remember sleeping with. She imagines things can’t get worse until she learns this Alex has a bristly personality and, thanks to the hurricane outside, they’re stuck together until the storm ends.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: May 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781771119085

Book preview

After drinking too many Mai Tais on her Mazatlán vacation, Summer wakes up to a hurricane…and a guy she doesn’t remember sleeping with.

Summer’s plans for a romantic escape to Mazatlán with her boyfriend the week before her University of Arizona classes resume disintegrate when he dumps her just before the trip. She goes anyway, planning to drown her sorrow with Mai Tais. Her plan goes awry when she wakes up beside a drop-dead gorgeous guy she can’t remember sleeping with. She imagines things can’t get worse until she learns this Alex has a bristly personality and, thanks to the hurricane outside, they’re stuck together until the storm ends.

The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Mai Tai Man

Copyright © 2014 Sabrina Devonshire

ISBN: 978-1-77111-908-5

Cover art by Angela Waters

All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher.

Published by eXtasy Books

Look for us online at:

www.eXtasybooks.com

Smashwords Edition

Mai Tai Man

By

Sabrina Devonshire

Preface

My legs and lower torso submerged, I traced circles through the warm, sensual water with my toes as I sat at the bar at the Mazatlán resort. I drank down the Mai Tai in front of me quickly, wanting it to slow my mind’s tempo so I’d stop thinking what a romantic vacation this could have been...if I hadn’t just been dumped.

Surrounded by lush green coconut palms, the bright blue swimming pool--almost large enough to call a lake—descended from one level to another with tumbling waterfalls. My bar stool and the tile counter my elbow rested on vibrated as loud music boomed over nearby speakers.

Several steps below the pool and jungle of trees, the beach, rocky in places, swung around in an arc accenting the blue green Pacific Ocean. Lines of pelicans glided across the sky. Heavy clouds hung low on the horizon, suggesting rain might be blowing in. It was, after all, hurricane season, but my college friends said I shouldn’t worry—the worst I should expect was a soggy day or two. Now that I was vacationing alone—instead of with Jason—heavy drinking was at the top of my itinerary anyway. I’ll need the rainy days to sleep off the hangover.

Four Mai Tai’s later, I probably couldn’t have spelled Jason’s name, let alone reflected on the misery of our breakup. I floated away on an alcohol high—I could almost picture myself as one of those pelicans gliding endlessly—first in an I and then a V formation across the sky. And that image temporarily distracted me from painful memories of Jason saying he wanted to see other people and my being stupid enough to ask why.

A man with startling green eyes and a to-die-for physique swam over and sat on the barstool beside me. Wavy, reddish-brown hair hung in wet locks well below his shoulders. My heart rate accelerated. I responded to his, Hi there. Mind if I join you for a drink? with a shrug and a curt nod. Men are nothing but trouble. I won’t talk to him.

I turned my head away from him, gazing toward the ocean. The sky above the billowing storm clouds on the horizon ignited a brilliant orange and pink.

Chapter One

Summer

A dream about construction workers pounding on nails raced through my foggy brain before I awoke to a headache so intense, it felt like a mallet hit my head with every heartbeat. I groaned, wishing the noise would stop and then realized the irritating, head-splitting noise was wind rattling the windows and shutters in my room. Rain pelted the glass with such force, it sounded like stones hitting the glass. So much for that you might get a little rain my friends had mentioned.

Shit. I needed aspirin and fast. I wondered why I’d gone to bed naked—usually I slept in a nightshirt. As I opened my eyes and sat up, another sight caused me to swear even louder. A man lay beside me in bed. Who the hell is he? Then I remembered…the loud music, the slow dance and the masculine hand that drifted below my waistband after I’d downed God only knew how many drinks. What was I thinking?

Mumbling, I ran into the bathroom and fumbled around in the dark for a light switch. I skimmed my hands across the smooth tile walls until I found it and then flipped it on. Nothing. I groaned. No power. Given that we were in Mexico, that could last all day. So much for the coffee concept.

I waved my hand over the counter until it rattled the bottle of aspirin. I popped off the lid and poured three pills into my hand and downed them with a glass of water. Now I had to deal with the anonymous guy in my bed. I’d tell him to leave, swig a cola or two and get on with my day. He probably wouldn’t want a long goodbye anyway. Men didn’t want to talk much after one night stands. Or so I’d heard. I certainly wasn’t an expert on sudden hookups. I still couldn’t believe I’d—Oh, God. I’d had sex with some guy and I couldn’t remember what he looked like let alone how we did it. How could this happen? First Jason had done his best to convince me I was a big-behinded, studious geek. Now he’d turned me into a slut.

Your fault. That last part is completely your fault. I groaned. My head hurt way too much to carry on this kind of internal dialogue.

I knew for sure I couldn’t handle a drawn out conversation with a guy right now. A sympathetic, equally pathetic female wouldn’t be so bad, though. If I attempted friendly conversation with the man hidden beneath the sheet, he’d probably make some detrimental remark about my physique or my inability to carry on mundane conversation like