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    Tropical Sin (A Sexy, Beach Romance Novella)
    Tropical Sin (A Sexy, Beach Romance Novella)
    Tropical Sin (A Sexy, Beach Romance Novella)
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    Tropical Sin (A Sexy, Beach Romance Novella)

    By Lexxie Couper

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    Infamous Nick Blackthorn is looking forward to some downtime as he goes incognito at the sinfully exotic Bandicoot Cove Resort. He’s no stranger to the hedonistic lifestyle of sex, drugs, and rock and roll, but he’s a little surprised to be instantly drawn to a couple so sexy all he can think about is the three of them…together.

    McKenzie Wood needs her BFF to pose as her partner at an island resort as part of her cover while she’s chasing a hot story. Luckily, pulse-poundingly gorgeous firefighter Aiden Rogers is always up to any challenge.

    No one would believe Aiden can face down any fire but can’t tell his best friend he’s in love with her and would like to do some seriously sinful things to her. When she asks him to go away with her, it seems like the perfect opportunity to change the status quo.

    The island heat burns away inhibitions, but this threesome is rocked when secrets come out and hearts and truths are exposed.

    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

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMacmillan Publishers
    Release dateJun 12, 2017
    ISBN9781633759916
    Tropical Sin (A Sexy, Beach Romance Novella)
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    Lexxie Couper

    Lexxie Couper started writing when she was six and hasn't stopped since. She's not a deviant, but she does have a deviant's imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get erotic romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear or tremble with desire. Sometimes all at once. When she's not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie's life revolves around her family: a husband who thinks she's insane, an indoor cat who likes to stalk shadows, and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever. Contact Lexxie at lexxie@lexxiecouper.com, follow her on Twitter at http://twitter.com/lexxie_couper or visit her at www.lexxiecouper.com where she occasionally makes a fool of herself on her blog.

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      Tropical Sin (A Sexy, Beach Romance Novella) - Lexxie Couper

      Table of Contents

      Dedication

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      About the Author

      Other books by Lexxie Couper

      Love’s Rhythm

      Muscle for Hire

      Guarded Desires

      Steady Beat

      Lead Me On

      Blame it on the Bass

      Getting Played

      Blackthorne

      The Stubborn Billionaire

      Suspicious Ways

      Enjoy the entire Bandicoot Cove series…

      Tropical Sin

      Paradise Found

      Island Idyll

      Sunlit Surrender

      Sunset Heat

      Moonlight Mirage

      If you love erotica, one-click these hot Scorched releases…

      Snowbound Seduction

      Only for a Night

      Hooked

      Excerpt from Love's Rhythm: Heart of Fame Series

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      Tropical Sin

      Bandicoot Cove Series: A Novella

      Lexxie Couper

      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 © 2017 by Lexxie Couper. 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.

      Entangled Publishing, LLC

      2614 South Timberline Road,

      Suite 109

      Fort Collins, CO 80525

      Visit our website at www.entangledpublishing.com.

      Scorched is an imprint of Entangled Publishing, LLC.

      Edited by Heidi Shoham

      Cover design by Heather Howland

      Cover art from Period Images

      ebook ISBN 9781633759916

      paperback ISBN 9781546418856

      Manufactured in the United States of America

      First Edition September 2011

      Second Edition June 2017

      To the man who was once just my friend.

      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!!

      Mack, if you don’t bring Aidan I will thump you. Just saying.

      See you soon,

      Love, Kylie

      XXXX)

      Holy shit! McKenzie Wood grabbed at her best friend’s sleeve, almost yanking Aidan off his seat and into her lap. Did you see who that was?

      She swiveled in her own seat, trying like hell to catch a glimpse of the tall-dark-and-freaking-gorgeous man through the restaurant’s crowd.

      Aidan, bless his little cotton socks—well, not that little, since the guy had size thirteen feet—didn’t smack her back. Instead, her best friend since she was fourteen disengaged his shirt sleeve from her fist, righted himself on his chair and turned to look in the general direction she was gawking.

      Hugh Jackman? he guessed, his deep voice rumbling with mirth. Russell Crowe? Russell Brand? Brandon Routh? He shot her a sideward glance, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. Care to throw me a bone here, Mack, ’cause I haven’t got a bloody clue.

      McKenzie twisted back to him and gave him a wide grin. Nick Blackthorne.

      Aidan’s mouth fell open. He smacked his palms to the sides of his face, his green eyes wide. No! he burst out. "Nick Blackthorne? The Nick Blackthorne?"

      McKenzie whacked the back of her right hand against his chest, hiding her grunt of pain under a scowl of exasperation. Damn it, the man’s chest was harder than concrete. Yeah, yeah, yeah— she rolled her eyes, —funny bastard, aren’t you? The last time anyone saw Nick Blackthorne, he was supposedly checking into a sex rehab clinic in Germany for being an addict.

      Aidan cocked an eyebrow. "Sex addict? The guy’s a bloody rock star. The biggest rock star this country has produced. Isn’t he meant to have sex with just about everything in a dress that throws herself at him?"

      No, no, no, no. McKenzie shook her head. "God, don’t you actually read the rags I write for? He supposedly checked into a sex rehab center because he can’t stop having sex with men."

      Aidan studied her for a long second. Followed by another one.

      She sat and waited for him to say something, her hands on his knees, her gaze holding his.

      Finally, he shrugged. Well, to each his own.

      McKenzie leaned closer to him. You’re missing the point, Rogers. If Nick Blackthorne is here, when everyone thinks he’s in Germany, I could get the scoop.

      The scoop?

      She grinned, squirming closer to the edge of her seat. The scoop.

      Aidan let out a sharp breath, turning back to their table and reaching for his beer. McKenzie, he said, his voice level, we are at the soft opening of your friend’s resort. If you go all tabloid-journalist and stalk a guest, Kylie will kill you. Then I will have to explain to Mason why I let his twin sister get killed. And then Mason will probably try to punch me.

      And what would you do in return?

      Aidan gave her a steady sideward glance. Depends. Do you like your twin today or not?

      McKenzie thought about that question for a moment, struggling to keep her face composed. Aidan always, always seemed to make her want to grin, even when he was telling her she was being horrible. Prick. Better not punch him back, she answered. He did, after all, pay for the flights up here.

      Good point. Aidan took a mouthful of beer before picking up his fork and stabbing at the lobster bisque on his plate. Although I coulda done without the blackmail to help clean that boat of his he just bought with Trent. Seriously, if Trent wanted to sail up the Australian coastline, how come I get stuck with scraping the barnacles off the hull of the damn rust bucket?

      ’Cause you lost that stupid bet at the airport about whose bag was the lightest—his or yours, remember? McKenzie offered, picking up her own fork. She had to hand it to Kylie; the girl knew how to throw a party, and the soft opening hadn’t even started yet. Lobster for brunch? Bring it on. Oh, and you can hold your breath the longest?

      Aidan snorted again, the sound making her grin wider. Next time Kylie launches a resort opening, I want it to be in the Outback. He took another mouthful of beer. Or the Snowies.

      McKenzie laughed. "Don’t tempt her. You know what she’s like. Besides, it was nice to have Mason on the flight with us, even if he did sucker you into cleaning Paradise. At least this way I don’t have to call Mum. She still hasn’t forgiven me for my article on— A tall man walked past the entrance to the restaurant, oozing brooding sexuality, phenomenal good looks and smoldering arrogance. Nick Blackthorne. In the flesh. She grabbed Aidan’s arm just as he was about to take a drink, sploshing beer over his hand and wrist. Oh God, it is him, Rogers. It is him! Look. Look!"

      Before Aidan could do such a thing, McKenzie jumped to her feet, sending her chair tumbling to the ground. The rather overweight and ridiculously overdressed woman sitting at the table behind her muttered something that sounded very much like inconsiderate cow, but McKenzie didn’t care. Nick Blackthorne was here. At Bandicoot Cove Resort. Walking around without any sign of bodyguards, groupies or entourage.

      Nick Blackthorne. The world’s biggest rock star.

      Here. Within twenty meters of her.

      She watched him amble through the opulent foyer, his stunning light grey eyes concealed by a pair of pitch-black sunglasses, his tall, lean frame wrapped in a pair of snug, faded Levis and a R2-D2 T-shirt. Sinewy muscles coiled and flexed as he walked, each stride almost rhythmic, as if he moved to music no one else but he could hear.

      A little flutter of something entirely sexual stirred in McKenzie’s core, a tiny throb of base, instinctual interest. For a brief second an image of him throwing her on the massive bed in her resort room filled her mind. His long-fingered hands tore her clothes from her body before, with fluid ease, he sank what was rumored to be a solid and very impressive ten inches into her sodden and very willing pussy.

      Her nipples pinched tight and she huffed into her fringe, tracking his path past the reception desk and out of sight.

      We gotta go. She hooked her fingers under Aidan’s arm and tugged him to his feet. Well, tried to. Shifting a six-foot-three firefighter wasn’t easy, especially when he was looking up at her like she’d lost her mind. Quick quick, she begged, resorting to both hands wrapped around his biceps. Bloody hell, when had Rogers bulked up so much? I need to see where he’s going.

      Aidan—stubbornly—stayed put. Stalking now? Didn’t you tell me you wanted out of the tabloid business? That it was time to start your serious journalist career?

      McKenzie slapped the back of his head and then snared his arm again, her fingers barely curling halfway around its muscled width. Shut up. He’s getting away.

      Aidan made a move to pick up his fork again. Good for him.

      A surge of hot anger stabbed into McKenzie’s chest and she bit back a curse. Aidan was correct. She had told him and Mason on the flight up that she was going to quit her job at Goss when she got back. She had said it was time to actually use her degree in journalism for the greater good. But then Nick Blackthorne had walked past, and really, wasn’t it for the world’s greater good to know just what he was doing here and where he’d been? And if that where had anything to do with the secret activities of ten inches of flesh?

      She pulled at Aidan’s arm once more, an ineffectual tug she was almost ashamed of. Almost. Please, Aidan? she begged, giving him her most wounded-puppy expression. The kind that always, always made him bail on one of his stubborn stand-offs. Please? For me?

      He looked up at her, his jaw square, his expression unreadable. He’d been her best friend since before she had her first boyfriend. He’d been her rock, her anchor. Her voice of reason when her journalist’s mind got carried away with her. She didn’t want him upset with her. She needed him with her on this.

      He studied her with those deep, direct eyes of his. Eyes that missed nothing. Eyes that seemed to see nothing in the world but her.

      A soft flutter constricted in McKenzie’s sex, unexpected and just as

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