Paradise Dreams

By J. Hale Turner

Melanie Harris returns to the United States after recuperating from a tumultuous marriage, to care for her aging parents and maintain her writing career. During a visit to New York she is robbed, and before her attacker can pursue his other interest in her, Melanie is rescued by a handsome stranger. In the ensuring chaos, they are separated, leaving her to wonder if she will ever see him again.

Kendall Myers, handsome bachelor and owner of the fabulous White Sands Villas in Ocho Rios, spends life focusing on his work, his precocious eleven-year-old daughter, and his doting Aunt Beth. While in New York on business, he rescues a beautiful woman from a robbery, but before he can learn her name, she runs away, puzzling both Kendall and the police.

Paradise Dreams offers readers an inside view of two people who learn that it takes endurance, patience and forgiveness to regain faith in opening one's heart to love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. Hale Turner
• Release date: Mar 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386991847

J. Hale Turner

Since childhood, reading has played a very important part in J. Hale Turner's family. "We learned to read at a very early age. In addition to reading, we enjoyed the stories shared by our parents. I recall that my favorite assignments in school were writing poetry, short stories and compositions. At home we were encouraged to write letters to family and friends and eventually I began writing personal journals. Little did I know they all would play an important part in my life years later." Today, J. Hale Turner continues to write stories for her readers of all ages.   As an advocate for literacy her motto is, "Reading together brings family together."

Book preview

1

The crisp, cold air greeted Melanie Harris with a rude gust as she struggled against the heavy glass college doors. In seconds, she rolled up her cashmere collar to ward off the wind .

Melanie chided herself for misplacing her hand-knitted shawl. She glanced at her watch as her teeth chattered. The lecture went well and she still had plenty of time to return to the hotel before heading to the airport.

The afternoon sun hung high above the crowded city. The more she walked, the more she forgave the intrusive gale and welcomed the fleeting thermal rays of the sun. Not enough time to rediscover her birthplace, she mused as white vapor escaped her lips.

She smiled at a childhood memory when she and her best friend, Jonece, would mimic smokers by puffing their imaginary cigarettes into the frosted air. Today, they were both advocates against smoking.

Melanie shook her head at their silly antics.

Since her return to the States, she had planned to visit the Big Apple more often. Now she only had enough time for her flight. Jonece was out of town. Melanie texted her friend before the lecture and would give her the scoop when she arrived home in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. She was confident that she had gotten the contract as visiting lecturer for the next semester.

Melanie enjoyed her walk, matching the rhythmic pace of the rest of the sidewalk troops.

Faces hidden beneath thick scarves and wool caps, and a regretful few others, like her, braved the icy air without head covering.

Her stomach rumbled as a reminder that she had missed breakfast and lunch. Perhaps a bag of nabs would carry her over. She released a sigh of relief when she spotted an ATM machine outside of a nearby bank.

She entered the building’s side alcove, swiped her card, and awaited the cash. In an instant, her face was rammed against the cold stone wall and the breath knocked out of her.

Her attacker issued a slew of obscenities against her ear. Her brain numbed from the attack as the heavy weight pressed her harder against the wall.

She looked helplessly through the glass enclosure hoping someone would help, but despite it being midday, the area was isolated from public view and a few passersby did not bother to turn her way.

The attacker’s hot, soured breath caused her to shuddered more than the wintry wind.

Her hands pulled behind her, rendered her helpless. Melanie’s dulled senses finally started to clear, and she screamed.

Shut up or I’ll cut your throat, he threatened with a raspy voice, then rammed her against the machine. He pried something from her clutched hands—her money. She didn’t care.

He yanked her bag strapped from over her shoulder, and freeing her arm she thrust it at him and shouted, Take it and leave me alone, hoping someone would hear her.

But he wanted more. She felt him groping at her body.

Sudden desire for survival took over and she fought back. Melanie forced another scream in the struggle, then suddenly, she felt his muscled frame move away.

In the midst of this madness, Melanie heard another man’s voice and a strange grunt that followed.

Her legs gave way as she slowly slid down, braced by a pair of strong arms.

Disoriented, Melanie struggled to gather her bearings.

Renewed, she screamed and fought harder against her attacker.

It’s alright, it’s alright. He can’t hurt you anymore, Miss. I’m here to help you. The deep, mellow voice poured over her like warm brandy. Her eyes closed as tears streamed down her face. Her body trembled as she allowed the kind stranger to straighten her shoulder bag and return her scattered money to her trembling hands. He removed his leather gloves and gently lifted her chin to examine her face.

You need to have that looked at. That’s a nasty scrape.

The moment their eyes linked, Melanie felt another collapse coming from the intensity of his chocolate brown eyes laced with coal black lashes women vied for.

He protectively held her in one arm while he flipped out his cell and dialed the police with his free hand. She felt safe.

The clean scent of his aftershave sent her thoughts reeling. She did not want him to let go.

He held on to her until her trembling subsided, seemingly unaware of the effect he had on her. His body felt strong beneath his camel hair coat.

Miss, you’re safe now. His thick dark brows knitted with concern. Can you stand?

Y-yes, I believe so, she stammered. It h-happened so fast. She braced herself against the wall. He still supported her shaky stand with a strong arm. She felt foolish for being so helpless.

I saw you both from a distance. He was walking close behind you. I lost you in the crowd for a moment … I’m glad I was able to get here before anything terrible happened.

T-thank you. With so many people moving around in this city, I didn’t think I was in such a vulnerable situation. Melanie shook her head. In broad daylight of all times. She looked up only to be spellbound, unable to move away.

You’re not from around here, are you?

Her defenses shot up again. Why do you ask?

He appeared not to notice. This cash machine is in a precarious location and it’s not the first time this has happened. It’s been in the news often. They need to do something about it immediately. This could’ve been worse –

If you hadn’t come in time, she finished the thought. Thank you.

Her face was now stinging. The shock was wearing off. She winced when she stood on her own.

Is something wrong? Do you need an ambulance?

No, no. I’ll be alright.

She regretted his release. Gaining her balance, she recognized her would-be attacker, slumped over and semi-conscious. She gasped.

He’s okay, just resting until the police get here, he said as if it was nothing, giving her a mischievous grin that made her heart skip a beat.

And I’ll be happy to press charges.

Just make sure you see a doctor. You’re going to feel stiff and sore for the next few days.

His smile was gentle and his eyes comforting. He stood several inches above her. Perhaps six-three, six-four. She admired his mocha coloring and teasing smile. That sexy smile.

What is wrong with me? In the middle of a life-threatening crisis, here I am wondering what I like most in this man and wondering if he’s available. Melanie shook the thoughts away.

As he was escorting her out of the alcove, they saw blue uniforms approaching. Of all things, so were the media, huddling around a loudmouth advocate against the bank’s haphazard location for their ATMs endangering the college community and surrounding businesses.

Oh, no, not them too.

I’m not partial to the media, but in your case it should be known.

In New York City? Really? Her eyes darted around her. The curious crowd of onlookers increased as did her fear of being questioned and recognized. She relished her anonymity in the Big Apple. This is not the time for media exposure—not again. Did she not escape public humiliation to recover from her horrendous marriage, to heal and start life anew?

As the police approached, her handsome rescuer asked her to stay put as he walked toward the police, but she saw it as her chance to escape.

She slithered through curious glances until she was down the block. At a safe distance, Melanie turned around hoping for the last look at her gallant black knight.

He stood tall and confident among the gathering crowd of spectators while the officers stood over the dazed assailant. Just a glance at the tall figure stirred emotions she had willed dormant and forgotten.

Melanie watched his puzzled face search the onlookers and the street. She ducked. Her heart raced and tugged interchangeably. She dreaded her cowardly flight, but could not risk being discovered.

Quickly, she headed around the corner and hailed a cab.

Just my stupid luck, she muttered. Welcome to the Big Apple, kiddo. Your first day back to your hometown and you get mugged, meet your prince charming and lose him all in a few minutes.

Nerves frayed, she searched in her bag for her cell. Her attorney was in court, but her attorney’s assistant, Lill, immediately accepted her call. Melanie rambled incoherently about her attack and gave the bank’s name and location. She was assured immediate action would follow and advised not to worry and to seek medical attention.

Lill’s compassionate voice helped ease a bit of Melanie’s angst before she disconnected. She leaned back against the leather seat in the back of the cab and took deep breaths. Her head pounded and her body ached even more. This wasn’t how her visit was supposed to end—to be driven into the sunset, leaving the man of her dreams behind.

2

In the peak season of business, Kendall Myers longed for his day off which had become a rarity. Another day of meetings since his return from the States were grueling. He strode into his Caribbean home surrounded by the beauty of the sea and placed his keys in the green ceramic dish .

The pottery was a testament to his daughter’s craftsmanship. As he removed his tie, Kendall stared longingly at his favorite lounger. He imagined himself reclined with a tall glass of homemade ginger beer and enjoying the latest novel by his favorite author, Mel Harris.

I didn’t know you were home.

Kendall tossed a look over his shoulder and greeted his aunt with a smile. I just got here.

Turning to face her, he awarded her with a peck on the cheek after asking, How’s Robbie feeling, Aunt Beth? The school had notified Kendall that his daughter wasn’t feeling well, so he’d asked his aunt to pick her up.

Nothing to worry about. She’s just fine, she answered on her way to the kitchen.

Kendall walked into the kitchen where his aunt prepared a lunch of salad, peas and rice, plantain and fried fish. She was a widow and after missing the company of family, Aunt Beth moved in with Kendall and his daughter after his divorce. Her presence provided the maternal support he felt Robbie needed.

Beth surprised him by placing his favorite Scotch on-the-rocks in front of him.

Seated on the counter, Kendall asked, Cocktail so early in the day?

She chuckled as she joined him at the beautiful oak counter with her lemonade.

You’re going to need it, Papa Bear. Your beautiful little girl has just become a young lady.

She’s always been a little lady.

Pay attention to what I’m saying, son.

His expression remained blank. His silence prompted her to sigh and go on.

The stomach ache turned out to be cramps. Beth paused a minute before adding, Robyn-Olivia started her period, Kendall.

Kendall took a big swallow. He looked straight ahead not really focusing at anything in the pristine kitchen. He placed the glass on the counter and leaned forward. Resting his elbows on the counter, he began massaging his temples.

But she’s only ten for Pete’s sake, he finally replied avoiding his aunt’s eyes.

Going on eleven. Some young girls start their cycles at that age and your daughter is one of them.

Not my Robbie. He shook his head in disbelief. He was not cut out for this.

Well, your Robbie just did, son.

Kendall reached for the glass and took another long sip feeling the warmth of the liquor trail down to his stomach as he closed his eyes. He prayed this was only a dream. Not his little girl. Not at this age.

Kendall, this is not the end of the world. Your daughter is growing up and she needs you more than anything to be the understanding father that you always are. All the girls in our family—

He held up his hand. Auntie, I don’t think I want to hear the gory details about women issues in our family. Kendall grimaced at the thought.

That’s your problem.

What? He looked forlorn, anticipating an impending lecture.

That look. The issue that your daughter is growing up. Don’t be so defensive. There’s nothing wrong with you being concerned, but it’s wrong for you to be in denial. It’s nothing to panic over. Really.

Auntie, a young girl like Robyn needs a mother right now to be with her.

He reached for his aunt’s hand.

And I’m so grateful that you are here, but I can’t help but be annoyed that Robbie can’t even call or reach out to her own mother for the support she needs and deserves.

You’re doing a great job, Kendall. She’s a fortunate child to have a good and caring father like you. Her brow wrinkled at an afterthought. And I don’t think I’d like you contemplating having that shyster back into our lives.

Even Kendall had to laugh at his aunt’s wary glare. No, don’t misunderstand me. I’m not even considering that on a long shot. Getting up, he drained his glass and decided to get water from the fridge instead of a refill. He changed his mind and reached for a bottle of orange juice.

Kendall unscrewed the bottle and returned to the counter opposite his aunt.

After all these years he still couldn’t accept Alexis’s disconnection from Robbie. The past filled with hurt flooded his mind and he resented its intrusion, not so much for him as for Robyn-Olivia.

Alexis wasn’t there for Robbie’s first steps, her sniffles, her first report card—

Robbie’s first recital—yes, I know, dear. Beth paused as she watched the frustration on his face.

Kendall, the most important thing is that you were there for your little girl. You remain Robyn-Olivia’s role model. She adores her daddy so much and you have done a wonderful job with her.

He did not seem convinced. She paused to sip her lemonade while studying her nephew’s face.

The same rich mocha-colored skin and deep dark eyes of her late sister, Olivia, prompted Beth to smile.

She’s a straight A student, she’s athletic and sociable, and she plays the piano beautifully. Being here with you, Robbie is a happy child, well balanced and mature for a girl her age.

Aunt Beth always knew what to say to ease his concern. He walked around the counter returning to his seat beside her. He treasured their closeness.

Beth reached to turn his face toward hers.

Kendall, the other problem you’ve been avoiding is that you need someone, too. Even your daughter realizes that and wants you to meet someone special.

He knew that was coming. He just didn’t feel he had the time to run a major business, his household and become distracted with a serious relationship. These were his best excuses.

Then, his thoughts drifted to the woman he rescued in New York. He wondered if she was okay. Fleeting thoughts of their brief encounter awakened emotions he had long kept at bay. Yes, he met many women. In his business, how could he not? But this one, it was strange how she popped in his head without warning. He reflected on the way she felt in his arms as he caught her before she crumbled to the floor. Why didn’t he think of asking her name or offering his? Remembering where he was, Kendall shoved his carnal thoughts to the most remote part of his mind.

Not now, Aunt Beth. He hoped she didn’t detect any guilt from his distracted thoughts. Not until my daughter is much older and can take care of herself. Besides, she has you, Auntie. You’ve helped raise her too, you know.

I know, son, but we both know what I’m talking about. You deserve love, too.

Beth did not press the issue further. She got up from the counter, gave her nephew a hug and whispered, Go upstairs and talk to your daughter. She’s doing her homework.

Kendall managed a smile and said, Yeah, I guess I’d better.

He stopped at the entrance of the kitchen. By the way, Auntie, thank you for being here.

Of course—you need me.

And that’s why we’ve kept you this long, he teased, ducking in time to miss a flying dish towel.

That fresh boy. Always has been and always will be. Beth laughed softly to herself.

Kendall walked through the spacious family room of rich mahogany furnishings encompassed by a plush area rug. By the entrance was a custom built waterfall and colorful flowering plants.

He loved the room. Most of the evenings after dinner, they would all gather in here for a game of cards or play video games while their aunt watched on with her knitting. At night, it was Aunt Beth’s quiet retreat from the busy kitchen. She loved to cook, and made enough for her family including the regular help who assisted in maintaining the large estate.

Just as Kendall was crossing the room toward the east wing, the phone rang and he answered.

Hello Kendall, a low, sultry voice greeted him. I was hoping Robyn-Olivia was around to answer the phone, his ex-wife purred. He envisioned the Asp of Eden on the other end.

He silently swore for conjuring up Alexis. Just the sound of her voice drew contempt. He remained silent.

Is she there? she pressed. There was a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Yes, he managed to say. His temples pulsed. But she’s doing her homework at the moment. Why don’t you call back in an hour?

Actually, Kenny, perhaps it’s better if I talk with you first. Let’s just cut to the chase. It’s time Robyn spent more time with me— for us to get to know each other better.

You’re kidding, right?

He heard her deep sigh. Although she was trying to appear calm, Kendall detected she was bracing for a malicious shouting match. He knew how she worked. Alexis would play her game with their daughter with an alternate plan to play the victim with him.

I think Robyn is ready to spend some time with me for a change, even if it’s during the summers. Perhaps she can attend school here in L.A. The education is far better here anyway.

He shut his eyes tight grimacing at what he said earlier. Robbie deserved someone better. Be careful what you wish for is exactly what his aunt would say.

Why now? he asked. Why wait when all the important work of raising her is over, or is that why you left her behind?

Kendall, I didn’t call to argue with you. All I want is joint custody of our daughter. You should also know that I have a wonderful expensive lawyer to help me and I’m prepared to fight.

What makes you think she wants anything to do with you? And what makes you think you deserve joint custody? Heat rose to Kendall’s face as his hand tightened around the phone.

Beth came out of the kitchen. Is it that hussy on the other line?

Kendall didn’t respond.

I can get full custody if I want, Alexis bluffed. Besides, Robyn always told me she would like to visit—

That’s right—only to visit—not stay with you. I don’t want my daughter in the company of all those men you have traipsing in and out of your brothel, Alexis.

Oh, so do I detect a hint of jealousy, sweetie? Sorry you didn’t have a taste of this in sunny Jamaica? Kendall felt nauseous.

Before satisfying her with an answer, he disconnected the call. Still not satisfied, he watched the phone sail clear across the room. As much as he tried to fight it, Alexis’s brazenness

never failed to raise his temper. It was as if she got off on it.

He knew she was up to something. Just to threaten him with a lawyer convinced him she