<— Tamara Lush’s “All I Do (Paradise Beach Book 3)” is LIVE, it can be read as a standalone and to celebrate, she’s today’s newsletter sponsor, she’s sent over a hilarious excerpt for us to giggle over + we’re having the best spa giveaway that will make you feel like you’re on the beach!
A note from Tamara:
“I live in Florida, where it’s still summer. Winter’s coming in many places, and I know a lot of readers will soon wish they were on a beach. I’d like to send one reader a tropical-themed spa gift basket! The super cute Seas The Day box includes bath salts, soaps, a natural sea sponge, a soy candle, bath bombs and lip balm — all you need is a book, and you’ll feel like you’re on vacation!”
ALL I DO by 2018 RITA finalist Tamara Lush went live today! This is book three of the Paradise Beach Series, but the books are standalones! They are sweet, steamy and funny!
What’s it about?
Remy Hastings is known as the playboy of Paradise Beach, and he can’t believe his luck when a gorgeous mermaid literally swims up to his boat. She’s not a real mermaid, of course, but a woman with a gorgeous… tail.
Leilani Kostas is opening Mermosa, a mermaid-themed bar on Paradise Beach. When she finds Remy Hastings in the Gulf of Mexico, she’s intrigued by the bronze-skinned, amber-eyed boat captain. But even though she’s always had questionable taste in men, she’s a bit mer-mazed when she follows him back to his sailboat for a hot night of fun.
Before they hook up, Remy lays down the law: no-strings sex. He’s a confirmed bachelor. Leilani enthusiastically agrees, because she’s getting out of a bad relationship.
But much to his surprise, Remy wants more than a single night with Leilani. Soon, no strings turns into a tangled knot, and for the first time ever, Remy’s casting a net for only one woman…
Ready for the hilarious excerpt?
Excerpt from ALL I DO:
Underwater, the real world falls away. I open my eyes. All I see is the electric blue of the Gulf of Mexico and a school of small, silver fish. The feel of the warmth against my face and the sun on my back makes me shimmer with joy. I surface for a breath, then dive back down, my spine undulating in a serpentine movement. Surface, dive, swim. Surface, dive, swim. Even though at the mermaid park I’d learned to use an oxygen line, I can hold my breath underwater for quite a while.
Could this day get any better? Sun and sand and water all around me? Wow. I was born for this moment.
There’s a small sting ray, a spotted flounder and — oh my God — a bright, tropical parrotfish. I slow down to get a better glimpse of the little blue-green-yellow guy so I can admire his beauty.
Surging to the surface, I inhale a few huge breaths and bob in the warm, calm water.The ocean is my home.
I power swim for a while, my mermaid tail fin allowing me to pick up speed and do flips and turns easily. My long hair flows and floats around my face. As much as I don’t miss my old, difficult life with Brent, I do miss being a professional mermaid. Swimming here in the Gulf eases some of that homesickness.
When I surface again, I realize I’m near a sailboat.
And there are three pairs of eyes watching me. Well, four, if you include the dog in the red life vest.
Amused, I sweep my eyes from the pudgy canine, to the brown-haired woman next to him, to the bearded guy next to her, and then to the second guy… wait. The second guy is hot. Startlingly so. He’s got longish, messy dark hair, intense eyebrows and a hint of matching black stubble.
And then I’m staring into his eyes. The most soul-searching, honey-colored eyes I’ve ever seen.
Oh, hello.
My gaze drops to the guy’s sculpted shoulders. Then his biceps, which aren’t massive but are definitely rock solid. The guy’s tall, tan and sinewy, and I can see every ridge and muscle in his washboard abs. He grins, revealing dazzling white teeth.
“Hey, beautiful. Where did you come from?” he asks in a growly baritone and a slight southern accent. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen a mermaid in these parts.”
There’s a tightness in my belly, one I haven’t felt in years. Or maybe ever, now that I think about it. An electric tingle goes through me, as if a current has entered the top of my head and is shooting down my spine. I propel myself a little closer to the boat. Even when I met Brent, I hadn’t been this instantly captivated.
I’ve never been instant anything with a guy. I always need to weigh a man’s pros and cons, make a list, evaluate. Of course, my lists didn’t do any good with Brent, and I suspect they would be useless with this man, too.
Insta-love is not my jam. Any brand of love is not in my lexicon right now. I’ve been single for months, and I plan on staying that way.
Mr. Honey Eyes leans forward on his muscular forearms. Whoa. This guy is pure trouble. I can tell by that cocky grin. I should swim away before I do anything stupid.
SERIES READING ORDER (although they can be read as standalones in any order)
- All I Know: (A Paradise Beach Prequel)
- All I Want (Paradise Beach Book 1)
- All I Ask (Paradise Beach Book 2)
- All I Do (Paradise Beach Book 3)
- All I Desire – November 2019
AUTHOR LINKS:
- GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/10024955.Tamara_Lush
- WEBSITE: www.tamaralush.com
- FACEBOOK: www.facebook.com/tamaralushwrites
- TWITTER: @tamaralush
- INSTAGRAM: @tamlush
- SERIES PAGE ON AMAZON US
- SERIES PAGE ON AMAZON UK
NOW FOR THE GIVEAWAY
!!
The author is giving away a tropical-themed spa gift basket! The super cute Seas The Day box includes:
- bath salts,
- soaps,
- a natural sea sponge,
- a soy candle,
- bath bombs and
- lip balm
How to enter for a chance to win it? Just leave a comment below (or better yet – tell me your favorite lighthearted and fun “beach read”) and by 10pm EST, Sunday October 6th, 2019, I will randomly select one lucky commenter as the winner.
The winner will be contacted and will have 48hrs to respond confirming their mailing address, so if you are picked, do not delay or you will lose your chance. The spa kit will be sent to the winner directly by the author.
Open internationally!!! 😀



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