Hi peeps, we have Lucie Archer popping in today with the blog tour for her upcoming release My Paradise Is You, we have a fabulous guest post where she shares a list of what not to do if you’re a castaway, we have a great excerpt and a fantastic giveaway. So guys check out the post and click that giveaway link! <3 ~Pixie~
My Paradise Is You
When two very different men are stranded on a deserted island, will opposites attract, or will they end up killing each other—if the elements don’t get them first?
Marc Reed is an expert scuba diver and leads underwater tours of the infamous shipwrecks scattered around Bermuda. When a robbery forces him and his boss’s son—a man he despises on principle—to take shelter on an uncharted island, he might have to reassess his opinion of the spoiled snob.
Ian Blythe-Darcy II lives a life most would envy. He’s a trust-fund kid being groomed to take over his father’s empire of hotels and resorts. But it’s not a life that matches what’s in his heart. He’s in the closet and engaged to a socialite he doesn’t love, but he’s about to get a crash course in being true to himself—and maybe learn money can’t buy happiness after all.
How to be a castaway:
As everyone can probably guess from the blurb, my second novella, My Paradise Is You, is mostly set on an uncharted island in Bermuda. Like most people who are thrown into an unanticipated life or death situation, Marc and Ian run into some problems during their ten-day stay, so I thought I’d share a few of their mistakes so that we can all learn from them. Because one can ever be too prepared for snark and unexpected romance.
- Don’t loath your fellow castaway
Disasters are hard to plan for, but if you ever find yourself stranded on an island, it’s best to do it with someone you can stand for more than five minutes at a time. Unfortunately, these two have a rocky beginning brought on by their vastly different lifestyles, but with the elements already trying to kill you, you’ll have much better luck if you and your island mate can find a way to get along.
- Don’t ogle your fellow castaway’s assets
If you get stranded with someone attractive, good luck with that. Both these guys have problems with wandering eyes, but unlike Marc, who’s single and ready to mingle, Ian’s engagement causes him loads of inner turmoil. And if you’re serious about living to see the rescue boats, you’re brain power might be better suited for other pursuits, like finding dinner.
- When tempers flair, which they inevitably will, don’t make inappropriate comments
Marc loves to snark. It’s his favorite pastime. And while Ian can hold his own, an island cut off from civilization—and any possible mediators—is about the last place on Earth you want to lose your cool. It may happen though, so be prepared to apologize. Sincerely, if possible. (We’re looking at you, Marc)
- Never lie about food
There’s an incident involving a lobster.
If someone lied about that to me when my stomach lining is threatening to eat itself, I’d be the only one left to rescue.
- And last but not least, do not fall in love
Probably not the most practical advice because the heart wants what it wants, but if you can avoid the pining and inconveniences that come along with falling for your fellow castaway when both your lives are on the line, you just might live to see the rescue boats arrive.
But who knows, maybe one of the best ways to start off a successful relationship is by spending ten intense days together learning how to survive whatever your little slice of paradise throws your way. Because after living through something as harrowing as that, the rest of your lives should be smooth sailing.
There you have it. Heaven forbid any of you end up stuck in paradise on a tiny little island, but if you do, maybe you’ll find these tips useful.
BABYSITTING A rich brat all day ranked very low on Marc Reed’s list of awesome activities to do on the one day off he’d had all month, but there he was, strolling down the beach in search of some trust-fund kid who probably needed help wiping his own ass. Living in paradise came with a hefty price tag, and he really needed the money. Otherwise he would’ve told his boss to screw off.
He cupped his hands, hollered for some guy named Ian, and tried not to think about how pretentious of a name it was. “Is there an Ian down there?” he yelled toward the water.
No one answered and he groaned in frustration.
The sun beat down on him from its place in the midmorning sky. It was supposed to be a hot one, and with his instructions clear on showing the boss’s son all Bermuda had to offer below the surface, he wanted to hit his favorite dive spot before noon. The sooner he found this Ian prick, the sooner he could get the job done.
“Anybody named Ian around here?”
“I’m Ian,” replied a man from behind him. By the sound of his posh British accent, Marc knew he’d found his man, the hotel owner’s son, his charge for the day.
He turned to find a guy around his age, give or take, lounging on a deck chair, sipping a cocktail complete with a little umbrella. His designer shades made Marc want to roll his eyes, but he resisted. Instead, he put on his best fake smile and introduced himself.
“I’m Marc, your dad hired me to take you diving for the day.”
Ian scoffed. “My father sent you?”
It took everything in him not to snap back. He couldn’t risk getting fired. “His assistant lady said he wanted you to experience the beauty of the islands.”
Ian took a drink, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked on the straw. Pretentious or not, the guy was bangable, and he filed the image away in his spank bank for later.
“Isn’t that a complete one-eighty? An hour ago he insisted I spend more time in the boardroom.”
Marc bit the inside of his cheek to check himself. When he moved to Bermuda six months ago, he’d come for adventure and hot bodies, not to hold the hand of rich snobs as they worked through their daddy issues.
“Look, I’m just doing what I’m told.”
“Funny, that’s all I ever do.” Ian sighed and put his empty glass on the small table at his side. He stood up and grabbed the towel off the back of his chair before draping it over his shoulders, which Marc didn’t think was necessary. If he had to entertain the guy for the day, staring at his toned body seemed like appropriate compensation. “Like everything else in my life, it seems I have no choice but to ‘do as I’m told.’”
Marc turned around and started back up the beach, leaving the drama queen to follow after. He huffed a quiet “whatever” under his breath as he contemplated the odds of them both returning to Bermy in one piece. It didn’t look good.
“Diving, you say?” Ian asked as he fell into step beside him.
“It is Bermuda.”
“Yes, I’m aware, thank you—Marc, was it?—I’m just taken aback. It’s an unexpected divergence from my scheduled day. And quite frankly, I wasn’t in the mood for diving.”
Marc stopped in his tracks. Maybe his off day could be salvaged after all. “I’ll be sure to tell my manager you declined. Sorry to bother you.”
Before he could take off, Ian stopped him. “Not so fast. I said I wasn’t in the mood, but on second thought, a day at sea might lift my spirits.”
So close, Marc thought. He concentrated on his paycheck and led the way to his charter boat. At least Marc loved diving, so how bad could it be?
His whole job history revolved around the service industry, so he’d seen his fair share of spoiled trust-fund kids. They’d known each other all of five minutes, and Marc knew better than to judge Ian so harshly based on one very short conversation. But when they reached the docks and Ian turned his strong nose up at the Whisper Wind, he wondered how far they’d get from shore before Marc tossed his fancy ass overboard.
Marc hauled himself onto the boat and turned around, blocking Ian’s ascent. He narrowed his eyes when Ian cast another critical eye toward the source of his livelihood. “Why do you keep thumbing your nose at my girl?”
“Girl? Oh, you mean the boat. It’s just that it’s a bit… small, don’t you think? Is it even seaworthy?”
“If she’s not up to your standards, I hear there’s a spot available for the helicopter tour.”
Ian’s eyes widened. “Flying in a small craft in the Bermuda Triangle, are you mad?”
“I am, actually. It’s my day off and I have to babysit your spoiled ass or risk losing my job.”
Marc had the displeasure once of witnessing Ian’s father’s rage up close. It ended with half the resort’s managers getting fired, so he had a brief thought of joining them in the unemployment line when he saw that same incensed expression appear on Ian’s face. But then it seemed to blow over as fast as it set in, leaving him relieved and a little confused.
“With an attitude like that, I wonder how you still have one.” Ian forced his way onto the boat. He crossed his arms and popped his hip out, and Marc shook the thought of how easy it would be to push him off. “My father said you’re taking me diving, so you’re taking me diving.”
Marc headed toward the boat’s wheel. “Yep, but he didn’t say anything about bringing you back,” he tossed over his shoulder.
He heard Ian scoff, but the engine roaring to life muffled his reply. That rich brat rubbed him the wrong way from the get-go, so if they made it back to shore in one piece, he’d deserve a medal.
Lucie Archer is a student of the universe who is obsessed with the stars, in love with beaches, and crazy about dudes falling in love. She tells stories of romance, love, and life, with a little bit of passion thrown in for good measure. Because what’s life without a little pop and sizzle?
When she’s not writing, she can be found tending to her garden, playing with her four-legged children, or procrastinating. Although, she spends a lot of time fending off random plot bunnies that threaten to derail her WIP’s.