His Paradise

By Alexa Riley

Liam Armstrong gets what he wants, but when a small island hotel turns down his offer to buy it, there's a problem. Now he's got to fly to the remote town, find the owner, and close this deal. That's the plan...until he meets the woman who changes everything. 

Nicole has spent her whole life on the island, and now that her grandparents have passed she's running the Mermaid alone. She's out of options and money with a forced sale approaching. But one night at the local dive bar, suddenly all her worries are swept away. 

Warning:Deception and steam mix together for a dirty good time! This hot getaway is filled with island adventures, filthy fun, and lots of sexy dominance. Grab your sunscreen and dive in!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexa Riley
• Release date: Jul 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393569121

Alexa Riley

New York Times bestselling author Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes. They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you! www.AlexaRiley.com

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Chapter One

Liam

Whoosh whoosh whoosh

The sound of the helicopter is making my headache worse. I squeeze the bridge of my nose to try to relieve it, but the pressure doesn't help.

Fucking hell, I mutter to myself, looking down to the water below.

I spot the ferry that goes back and forth to Dynasty Island. I’m pissed I have to come out here. I have better things to do than this. Anything other than spending the next twenty-four hours in a small island town that isn’t easy to escape. And God knows I’m not taking a ferry that would eat up a huge chunk of my day if I had to ride it back and forth. I’m still debating firing Mack at this point. How fucking hard can it be to get someone to sell you their land when you’re offering double what it’s worth? This should have been handled months ago. I’ve already had to make delays. I thought this would have been over with by now. To top it off, I know the small bed and breakfast is struggling. They have no reason not to sell.

From my understanding, the place only has five rooms for rent, and with the stretch of beach they own the taxes alone would eat up every penny the place makes. And then some. But I’m not a patient man. I don't want to wait for the bank to take it so I can come in and buy it from them. That could take months. Maybe even a year depending on what the owner might have up their sleeve. Not to mention it’s a small town and the community might come to back them financially somehow. I want that land and I want it now. Without any problems from the townspeople.

I’d counted on having it by now. I’ve lined up contractors to begin the expansion of my current resort that sits next to the small bed and breakfast. I need that land in order to move forward with my plans, but the owner is being stubborn. With the amount of money I’d offered they could buy another beachfront option farther down the road, with money left to retire. They wouldn’t have another worry in the world, yet still they’ve turned down every offer. Even Mack made a trip out there with no luck. Now it’s my turn, and I will come away with the deed before I leave this island. That’s a promise. Maybe the owners are being greedy and want more money. I’ve got plenty of that. What I don’t have is plenty of time and patience. One thing’s for sure, they’re going to learn that I’ll play dirty if I have to.

We’ll be landing in five, sir, the pilot says into my headphones, and I nod.

I started Luxury Resorts ten years ago after my father passed. I’d taken the small inheritance he left me and started with one hotel. I dropped out of college against my mother’s wishes knowing I needed all my focus on the hotel. I’d been right. Now everyone in the States knows Luxury Resorts and books with us over a year in advance to get a room. I have hotels all over America and maybe one day I’ll expand outside of the country.

One of my most popular hotels is on Dynasty Island. The beaches are absolute perfection, but beyond that there’s nothing else to really do in the small town. I don't understand why people love it so much. One thing I do know is we need more rooms. There’s money to be made here and I’m going to make it.

I see my resort come into sight as the pilot starts to descend onto the helipad at the back of the hotel. I waste no time hopping out. I pull out my cell phone and call my assistant.

Mr. Armstrong, Kathy answers on the first ring.

Keep the helicopter here. I don’t plan on staying, I tell her, even though I packed a bag just in case. I don’t want to be here any longer than I have to. The bag is a precaution in case I get stuck somewhere. I’m going to get in and out of here and catch the helicopter back to the airport where my plane is waiting on standby.

Yes, sir, she fires back. I glance up and see dark clouds in the distance.

Also, check tracts of land for sale that I could use for a small landing strip. I fucking hate helicopters.

Maybe this could also be a service we offer for our resort guests. The VIPs could get planes in and out without having to use the ferry or helicopter.

On it.

I hang up knowing she'll have an email in my inbox about potential pieces of land by the end of the day. Kathy might drive me crazy at times, but she’s good at what she does. I never have to ask her to do anything twice. It will just be done.

I make my way towards the car waiting for me. The driver had been leaning against the side of the vehicle and pushes off to open the back door of the Cadillac for me. I’ll drive myself, I tell him. He nods, tossing me the keys. I catch them then walk around and slide into the driver’s seat.

It’s only a ten-minute drive, so it shouldn't be too bad. While my resort and the bed and breakfast bump up against each other, there is still a nice chunk of space between us. There’s no road straight between them, so I’ll have to backtrack a little to get there.

I’ve never left my resort area before. I never had a reason to venture out beyond there the few times I’ve come here to check on things, and that was mainly when it was first being built. I told the few employees who know I’m coming to keep their mouths shut about my visit. The last thing I need is some of the people in town to get word that I’m here. The mayor is always trying to corner me into a dinner with him. I have no desire to mix with any of that bullshit.

All I care about on this island is my resort. Unless he can help me push the bed and breakfast out and get them to sell to me… Why hadn't I thought about using him before? I could throw a little money at the mayor and maybe things will go over easier. I was told the owner of the bed and breakfast was born and raised here. As was the mayor. With it being a small town, I’m sure he can give them a little push for me.

I pull out my phone and hit call.

Chapter Two

Nicole

Istare at the computer screen, wishing things could be different. I love this place. It’s all I’ve known my whole life and I’m going to lose it. No matter how hard I work I just can't dig myself out of this hole. I’m going to lose the only link I have to my family, the place my grandma and grandpa poured their everything into. My heart breaks thinking about them. I try to remind myself that even if I lose this place I will always carry them with me.

I hit the close button on our accounting program knowing no matter how long I stare at the screen nothing is going to change. I have months. If I’m lucky. Taxes are due and there’s no way I’m going to be able to pay them. I have no reason to think that something is going to change that might help with the matter. Besides selling this place, and that is the last thing I want to do. Even if I’m being offered way more than this place is worth. But to me it’s priceless.

I force a smile when the Walkers come in.

How was the beach? I ask, already knowing they loved it.

They come here every year for their anniversary. They even got married here twenty years ago. I was only a little girl at the time, but the wedding was a last-minute decision and I ended up being their flower girl. Even after all these years it’s clear to see they love each other just as much as the day they married. Maybe even more. I’d being lying if I said I wasn't a touch jealous of what they have. To always have someone to lean on like that. To love. It’s a love