From Amazon: When a broken-hearted billionaire and a jilted bride meet at a tropical island resort, they struggle to keep their hearts from interfering in their rebound plans.
Soulmates are overrated.
When Liz Grady’s fiancé wins the lottery and dumps her five days before their wedding, she reinvents herself as a man-eating seductress bent on breaking hearts while mending hers.
And of course, she takes her honeymoon solo.
She hops on a plane, wearing a low-cut skimpy dress and her first pair of thong panties. As she squirms in the passenger seat, she makes one rule for this island rebound plan: no introverts. (And no more razor-sharp underwear.)
After countless dates, Heaton Redding finds someone who genuinely loves him—not his money. But the day he plans to propose, he catches his girlfriend playing hide the baguette with his French chef.
To escape the paparazzi, he disguises himself as a timid IT engineer and boards a plane to little-known Postscript Island. He has one firm rule: no rebounds. (Why is that beautiful woman wriggling in her seat?)
Is Liz or Heaton’s wish only a kiss away?
Tropical Kiss is a steamy, standalone romantic comedy. A guaranteed sweet HEA and is the second book in the Postscript Island series. Be sure to read the prequel, Tropical Love, to see how P.S. Resort began.
My Review: This is the perfect saucy romantic comedy dressed and written to the nth degree. Truly the comedy is so natural throughout this novel and I felt like I would be in my pure pleasure comfort zone around gorgeous men, beautiful vista’s and wildlife.