Overboard

By Candy Caine

Alicia and Kyle are tired of arguing. Their marriage has become shaky at best. In an attempt to bring them closer together and save their marriage, they go on a romantic cruise to the Greek Isles. Things are copasetic between them until they have an argument over Kyle's jealous reaction to an entertainer's attention towards Alicia.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Candy Caine
• Release date: Jul 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393281603

Candy Caine

Whether she's writing red-hot interracial erotica or less edgy contemporary romance as Candace Gold, Candy Caine believes in living life to its fullest in Arizona with her best friend and husband, Robert.

Book preview

I can’t believe you went out with Doug and Rich last night, Alicia Anders screamed at her husband, Kyle.

Why not? It was Doug’s birthday and I’ve known the guy since grade school—

Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Going with me to the showing was so more important—

I know, on so many levels, Kyle interrupted.

Alicia’s eyes narrowed to slits. One is a social thing— if you can call it that. The other concerns my career," she said gesturing with her hands like a scale weighing the two events.

What do you want from me, Alicia?

All I want is for you to act like my husband, for a change.

Whose husband do you think I act like?

Stop it, Kyle. You know exactly what I mean.

Really? Because half the time you’re being so irrational lately. He turned to leave the kitchen.

Where are you going? We’re not finished discussing this matter, Alicia said.

You may have more to say, but I don’t. In fact, I have better things to do with my time.

Yeah, like watching some stupid football or soccer game.

Kyle didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed his coat and left the apartment, taking the elevator down to the lobby. It was a chilly October night. After a warm summer in Manhattan, the weather had changed quickly with the temperatures dropping rapidly. He waved to the guy manning the desk and headed out, zipping up his jacket. Thinking that a stiff drink might be in order, Kyle headed down William Street to a bar several blocks away. He needed to think. Hell, that’s all he did lately— that is when he wasn’t verbally sparring with Alicia.

He pulled the collar of his leather jacket tighter around his neck. He looked up at the sky, noticing the clouds had rolled in blotting out the moon and stars, making the night drearier. At least it wasn’t raining. He hadn’t taken an umbrella with him. Several other people passed him, walking briskly. With Uber and Lyft available, many people used their services instead of walking. He and Alicia used to love to walk, exploring the city. They often found hidden treasures just like the quiet bar that he was heading for. Driving by, it would’ve been missed. It was located down a flight of stairs.

Kyle followed two men down the stairs and into the bar, which was aptly called

The Last Stop. There was an empty seat at the bar, which he took. Unzipping his jacket, he sat on an old-fashioned bar stool between an elderly man and a thirty-something guy. Bottles of liquor were displayed on glass shelves over an ancient looking cash register. In fact, the entire decor looked like it came from the 1920s. Perhaps, it was one of those speakeasies operating during Prohibition. He visualized having to knock on the door, while someone opened the small peephole and scrutinized him, before allowing him entry. The bar was a relic with numerous cigarette burns and initials carved into it. It ran practically from one end of the place to the other. That might sound tremendous, but it was a small place emitting cozy feelings. Against the wall to his right, Kyle saw an old Wurlitzer standing, most likely possessing records from the 50s. That’s probably when the machine stopped working. The walls were covered with neon advertising for beer and liquor companies. Several of them had lights that flickered or had gone out completely. Luckily, Kyle did not come here for the decor.

There was one bartender, a woman with red hair and piercings in her lips and eyebrow. She walked over to Kyle and asked what he was having in a smoke-laced, deep voice. Kyle ordered a bourbon and water, starting a tab. The bartender poured the drink in front of him and left to see what another man wanted.

Kyle’s mind immediately went back to Alicia. It hadn’t always been one argument after another. When they first met nearly 8 years before on a beach at Fire Island, it had been marvelous. Not the fact that they had been hit by a huge breaking wave and had been dropped by the retreating wave into a heap of arms and legs, but the laughter that had ensued and electricity that had passed between them. And that they had been together ever since.

He remembered the first real glimpse of Alicia as she emerged from the ocean, like a black Venus on the half shell, with her perfectly proportioned body that rose on long shapely legs, a toned stomach and large breasts covered by a skimpy bikini bra. She possessed a swanlike