Halloween snippets this week, brought to you by the familiars that infest a high class resort in Broome. Welcome to Romance Island Resort.
For the second time, she crossed her fingers as she entered the sparkling white porcelain cave that was bigger than her bedroom in the staff accommodation. Toiletries, tiles…even the toilet paper was untouched, still folded into its arrow point from the last time Jackie had cleaned the villa. The only splash of colour in the room was a tiny green frog statue on the edge of the spa. It was a perfect replica of the ones that plagued the staff toilets. Good thing it wasn’t real or she’d have to –
The statue hopped onto the soap dish. Of all the villas for a frog to pick, it had to choose the inhabited one. Audra spread out her dusting cloth and threw it, covering the frog and its perch. She hastily bundled the whole thing up, hoping to carry the frog outside, but it squirmed out and dropped into the tub. Where it had three fat friends. Audra swore.
Game on. Audra climbed over the edge and slid to the bottom of the two-person tub. She grabbed the stack of fresh towels she’d brought with her and rolled a couple into a temporary fence around the frogs. She unfolded a third and spread it over the top of the enclosure. All she had to do was nudge them into the drain. Slowly, carefully…a muffled plop sounded from under the towel. One down, three to go.
Steadily, Audra tightened the enclosure, hearing another satisfying plop. She continued pushing the towels together until there wasn’t space for a frog between them. Cautiously, she lifted them up. No more frogs, to her delight. That left only the escape hatch to secure. The drain grille was easily replaced, but there was nothing holding it in place to prevent the frogs from jumping right back up again. Pulling her multi-tool out, Audra unfolded the pliers and went to work on the metal, bending the edges so it wedged tightly into the top of the drain hole. Satisfied, she sat up and tucked the multi-tool back into her pocket.
The sound of running water made her freeze. The spa tap wasn’t turned on and neither was the shower. The flow was too strong for the basin tap, so Audra stared in horror at the man relieving himself into the toilet bowl. Expensive designer jeans clung to what she had to admit was a very peachy bum – so shapely that it took her a moment to register that the guy was wearing jeans in a tropical climate. Her VIP was a foreign tourist, definitely. A foreigner with a fire hose.
Mr VIP Peach-Bum – or should that be Plum-Bum, given his dark jeans? – most certainly wasn’t a beater: he was the sort of high-pressure gusher you got from a three-hour drive down unsealed roads from town, then a rough boat trip through changing tides to the island. Or a bender involving a carton or two of cheap beer, a bottle of bourbon and a football match on TV so riveting they couldn’t leave it until the final whistle blew. No, foreign tourists didn’t understand Aussie rules football.
She considered climbing out of the bath and sneaking out while his back was turned, but it made more sense to stay where she was. At least then she had the excuse of dealing with the frogs – she could say she hadn’t seen or heard a thing. And she hadn’t – until the man shook himself and turned slightly to reach for the toilet paper. Then she saw what she had to admit was quite a sizeable piece of equipment before he tucked his fire hose back into his pants and zipped everything safely inside. Maybe he was a porn star.
Seven paragraphs from Maid For the Rock Star for My Sexy Saturday.
Romance Island Resort series
Where does a rock star go looking for love? Romance Island Resort, of course! An exclusive paradise in the Buccaneer Archipelago off the coast of Western Australia, Romance Island Resort is known for its luxury and the discretion of its staff. Welcome to paradise, where the romance is as hot as the weather and the tides aren’t all that’s surging beneath the surface.
Maid for the Rock Star (#1)
A maid at the exclusive Romance Island Resort, Audra knows how to handle rock stars, billionaires and celebrities. She keeps their secrets, cleans up their mess and makes sure their holiday is a memorable one. There’s just one rule: no relationships with guests. And Audra never breaks the rules.
Jay Felix is rock royalty and he knows it. When one of his bandmates threatens to break up the band, he goes into hiding at the Romance Island Resort. Looking for a distraction, he sets his sights on the unattainable Audra. But what’s a rock star to do when the girl he wants is the one woman he can’t have?
Welcome to paradise, where the romance is as hot as the weather and the tides aren’t all that’s surging beneath the surface.
The Rock Star’s Email Order Bride (#2)
In the final year of her business degree, Phuong has her future all mapped out. Finish studying, then go home and save her family’s business. Until her father dies and it all falls apart. Broke and jobless, she stumbles on a solution: find herself an Australian husband. Fast.
She’s not looking for love – Phuong doesn’t believe in fairy tales. Her marriage will be a business deal, pure and simple. But when she meets her husband-to-be and discovers he’s a reclusive rock star living in paradise at Romance Island Resort, maybe it’s time to believe a girl can live happily ever after.