Island Idyll (A Sexy, Beach Romance Novella)

By Jess Dee

Fresh off a breakup, Sienna James doesn’t expect to find the star of all of her adolescent fantasies at the exotic resort where she’s holidaying. And she certainly doesn’t expect her ex to show up to convince her it’s not over. Faced with two hot men offering to fulfil her every fantasy, what’s a woman supposed to do?

Josh Lye never forgot Sienna. He wants her just as much today as he did all those years ago. They’re adults now, and there’s nothing to stop them getting together—except her ex, who has the wildest proposition.

When Ben Cowley arrives at Bandicoot Cove, he’s determined to win Sienna back. He knows she still loves him, but he also sees the way she looks at Josh.

Sleeping with both men at the same time in order to decide between them could be a recipe for disaster. Or it could be the start of something unexpected.

Each book in the Bandicoot Cove series is a standalone story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Series Order:
Book #1 Tropical Sin
Book #2 Paradise Found
Book #3 Island Idyll
Book #4 Sunlit Surrender
Book #5 Sunset Heat
Book #6 Moonlight Mirage

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Jun 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781633759879

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Table of Contents

Dedication

With Thanks

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

About the Author

Planned Seduction

Enjoy the entire Bandicoot Cove series…

Tropical Sin

Paradise Found

Island Idyll

Sunlit Surrender

Sunset Heat

Moonlight Mirage

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Island Idyll

Bandicoot Cove Series: a Novella

Jess Dee

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

Copyright © 2011 by Jess Dee. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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Edited by Jennifer Miller

Cover design by Heather Howland

Cover art from iStock

eBook ISBN 9781633759879

paperback ISBN 9781546397113

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition September 2011

Second Edition June 2017

Lex and Viv—I’ve had a brilliant time writing the anthology. Looking forward to round two.

With Thanks

Fedora—Thank you. For your sharp eyes, good advice, wise comments and honesty. You realize you’ve become an essential part of my book writing process?

Jennifer (Editor Extraordinaire)—I’m not sure whether you’re crazy or just plain wonderful to have taken on the Bandicoot project, but damn, I’m glad you did!

Heidi and Entangled Publishing – thank you for opening Bandicoot Cove to the public once again

Chapter One

You Are Personally and Cordially Invited to Attend the Soft Opening of Australia’s Newest FIVE-STAR Luxury Resort

BANDICOOT COVE on Bilby Island.

Bring a plus one if you desire.

All expenses and needs will be catered for as we test our customer services in preparation for the

Grand Opening.

(P.S. Can you believe I got this job, guys? Wow!!

See you soon,

Love, Kylie

XXXX)

(P.P.S.—Si! Wait ’til you see who installed our computer network. Your eyes are gonna pop.)

Sienna James drew her arm back, took aim and flung a flattish oyster-colored shell with as much gusto as she could manage. It sailed a good five meters in the air, landed with a muffled plop and sank beneath the pristine water surrounding the tropical and oh-so-beautiful Bilby Island.

With a satisfied grin, Sienna buried her feet in the wet sand, the sludgy grains squishing between her toes and leaned down to get another shell. Taking careful aim, she tossed it as far as before. This time however, as she released the shell, she let out a mighty whoop.

Why the hell had she never considered tossing out her troubles before? So far, it was working a treat. With every shell that landed in the ocean, the shackles of her grief loosened, and throw-by-throw, step-by-step, she walked free of them.

Before lobbing the next shell as far as it could go, she brought it up to face level, glared at it with one eye and named it.

Ben Cowley, she said and let it fly.

Ben sank gratifyingly fast.

Dead-end engagement, she said to another shell and watched it disappear beneath the surface—the way her ex-upcoming wedding had. Without even a splutter of breath. Both the shell and the wedding were gone. Never to resurface.

She held up a multi-hued shell, complete with intricate twirls and whorls. Eight freaking years of my life, she yelled at it. Eight! This one flew even farther than the rest, and she had to shake the tension from her wrist as it plopped into the sea.

With every shell that vanished from sight, the burden of her break-up with Ben, which had been weighing down on her shoulders like rotting seaweed, seemed to ease. Tossing her woes aside was exactly what Sienna needed. A kind of ceremonial reawakening. Three months of mourning a dying relationship was long enough. It was time to live again.

Hurling her ex-mother-in-law-to-be into the ocean felt surprisingly good. So damn good, she tossed her in again, just for the hell of it.

The freedom of her actions sang to her. God, she hadn’t felt this positive, this liberated, in months. If the water could drown her sorrows so effectively, what could it do to her body?

She was about to find out.

Checking up and down the deserted beach for any possible sign of life—and finding none—she stripped down to her underwear. With one more cautionary glance to her left and right, she ditched her bra and panties.

Whooping again, she rushed at the water. The welcoming sapphire sea engulfed her. Warm, briny water closed around her legs, then her waist, drawing her into its crystal-clear depths. With a gulp of air, she ducked beneath the surface, submerging herself completely. Silence swam around her. Salt burned her eyes. Peace descended.

When her lungs groaned, voicing their urgency for oxygen, she kicked off from the sandy bottom and exploded into the air. Water splattered in a million different directions.

Throwing her troubles away had been a fantastic idea. Washing them away in this glorious island sea, with only brightly colored fish for company, was the single best idea she’d had in years.

Josh Lye stopped to catch his breath before sprinting back to the hotel. The lack of physical distance on the island bothered him not at all. Laps of four-hundred-meter sprints across an island beach under the tropical Queensland sun beat city-bound traffic-laden jogs hands-down, any day.

One minute to get his heart rate back to normal and he’d head back.

He rested his hands on his knees, leaned forward and took mighty mouthfuls of air.

Four, breathe. Three, breathe. Two, breathe. One and…

What the—?

Was that a dolphin?

Uh, not likely, unless the dolphins living in this water were white, and Josh knew for a fact they weren’t. He’d swum out to a pod frolicking off the island yesterday afternoon, and their sleek skins had been obviously grey. Varying shades of grey, yes, but still grey.

He blinked, looked again, and this time focused properly.

Ah, person. Not dolphin.

Woman, to be more specific.

Wha—? Wait. Naked woman!

Naked woman, wading through the water and…whooping?

One-minute time limit forgotten, Josh stood right where he was and stared, entranced.

Of course she was swimming naked. Anyone with a body quite so bountiful and beautiful should swim naked. It should be written into Australian federal law. She should have the political right to display that body to every red-blooded male in the country.

Er, hell, no. She shouldn’t.

She should only display that body to him. And only ever in private, away from the prying eyes of any other hot-blooded male anywhere on earth.

Okay, so he wasn’t so close he could make out details like cup size and freckles, but his view was clear enough that his dick stood up for a look as well.

Down boy, he growled quietly. No way I can run with a woody.

The mermaid rose, facing away from him, and threw her hair back so that glorious, silver droplets cascaded in a shower around her. She let out a gleeful laugh.

Guilt filled Josh. What kind of a perv was he, watching her like this, when she had no idea he was there? He guessed if she did know she’d plunge back down beneath the water and not resurface until he left.

Time to go.

Marching himself and his stiff-as-steel dick down the beach, he hesitated only when he saw the pile of clothes strewn on the shore.

A pair of white shorts—short, white shorts—a black, singlet-type top and a thong so tiny he almost missed it. A matching bra—a black lacy number—lay alongside the clothing.

So, 36C.

If she’d been any closer, he’d have called it easily without the help of the bra.

With a broad grin and the details of her clothing tucked away in his mind, he took a deep breath and sprinted back down the beach, safe in the knowledge that his little mermaid remained completely unaware of his presence.

Chapter Two

Sienna drew back her shoulders, straightened her spine and with a determined air, turned to face the world.

Okay, maybe not the world. More like the poolside bar. Still, the swim and the shell-tossing exercise had done her a world of good. She felt like a million bucks.

A strawberry daiquiri please. Frozen, double hit of rum. She shot the bartender a dazzling smile and was rewarded with a flirty grin.

Oh, yeah. She still had it. The thought was accompanied by a modicum of satisfaction and a whole heap of surprise. After eight years with one man, she hadn’t been sure.

There you are, an excited voice purred in her ear. I’ve been searching for you.

Sienna turned to find Kylie Sullivan standing beside her. She threw her arms around the other woman, and the two embraced like school kids, jumping up and down and squealing, like they had at fifteen.

Oh, my God. It’s gorgeous, Ky. The most exquisite hotel I’ve ever seen, Sienna enthused.

I know! Isn’t it wonderful? Kylie’s eyes shone.

Amazing. Ky had landed with her bum in the butter. A perfect job. A perfect place. Possibly the most romantic hotel on the planet, and you’re managing it.

Lucky Kylie.

Lucky Sienna. If not for Kylie, she wouldn’t be here right now. Ky had only sent out invitations to her nearest and dearest in anticipation of