Synopsis:
Amy’s love life sucks. At college, she thought she’d found the man of her dreams, but then she hadn’t planned on his brother’s sadistic intervention, and after that night, Amy’s life was never the same.
Deciding the only way to forget is to move on, she searches for comfort in the arms of other men, but the satisfaction she craves remains elusive. No amount of one night stands can replace her lost love.
On a long awaited summer holiday, her sister hopes to change Amy’s luck, planning to find them both plenty of sexy fun on the hot summer nights. Sadly, an unforeseen turn of events threatens to drive a wedge into their sisterly love.
Deciding the only way to forget is to move on, she searches for comfort in the arms of other men, but the satisfaction she craves remains elusive. No amount of one night stands can replace her lost love.
On a long awaited summer holiday, her sister hopes to change Amy’s luck, planning to find them both plenty of sexy fun on the hot summer nights. Sadly, an unforeseen turn of events threatens to drive a wedge into their sisterly love.
The midday sun had heated the air to an unbearable level, and I
understood why the word siesta existed in certain hot countries. In
fact, it had turned into one of those days where the only thing you
want to do is open the refrigerator door and stand in front of it. I
couldn’t take it anymore, so I grabbed a quick bite to eat in the
cool of the air-conditioned snack bar and returned to my room,
intending to stick a film in the DVD player and chill out until the
rays lengthened. The opening credits were rolling when there was a
knock on the door. It couldn’t be the maid. When I’d returned,
the bed was made and my top had gone to the big dumpster in the sky.
I pressed pause. “Who is it?”
“Manager.”
What? Why? Had someone reported my drunken antics? Had Nessie not
cleaned up my mess properly and the maid had complained? Mum would
love the excuse that we were forced to go home because I got us
thrown out of the hotel.
“Just a minute.” I quickly tied a sarong around my bikini bottoms
and opened the door, mentally preparing an apology, and totally
unprepared for the sight that met me.
Casually leaning with an elbow against the door jamb and one ankle
crossed over the other was a familiar figure. His dark head lifted
with a crooked smile.
Our eyes locked, and for one brief moment I was too shocked to speak.
A warm tingling radiated out from my chest, down my arms and legs,
and my body weakened. What was he doing here?
I managed to find my voice. “Manager, huh?”
“Figured you might not open up if you knew it was me.”
I’ll open anything you ask me to.
Josh’s eyes flicked past my shoulders. “Are you alone?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Can I come in?”
I stepped back on shaky legs, and he squeezed through the gap,
brushing my arm with his as he passed. His electric touch gave my
nerves another jolt.
He walked over to the balcony access and slid it shut. “Are you
going to close the door?”
Hadn’t he just done that? I faltered for a second before realising
what I was holding. “Oh. Yeah. Right.” I let go of the handle.
The door latch caught, and I leaned back against the fire notice. I
needed to sit down before my legs gave way, but the only place to sit
was the bed, and as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t go there. He
might get the wrong idea. So I went to the dressing table and perched
on the edge, hoping it was strong enough to support me. An
uncomfortable silence ensued.
Josh stared leisurely through the glass at the view, and I stared at
him. The white cotton of his T-shirt was fitted enough to show the
contours of his muscular back, and his hands in the pockets of his
beige, linen shorts stretched the material tight across his buttocks.
My mouth went dry with an overwhelming need to touch him. I couldn’t
believe he was here, in my bedroom. If I’d fallen asleep again, and
was dreaming it all, I didn’t want to wake up.
Finally he spoke. “You stood me up.”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“Okay, walked out on me.”
“Yeah.”
“Girls don’t do that.”
I bet they don’t. “Did I dent your pride?”
He swung around, and with two slow, purposeful strides, he was
standing in front of me, his nose six inches from my face. “No.”
He angled his head. “I understand why you left. It was a shock for
me too.”
I struggled to keep my breath even. “It was?”
“You were the last girl I expected to see.”
“Sorry to disappoint.” Why was I smart mouthing him when he’d
done nothing to deserve it?
His lips curved into a smile. I’d never noticed his dimples before,
but then I’d never been lucky enough to see them this close. “I
wasn’t disappointed,” he said.
“Really? You’re not pissed you didn’t get the quick leg-over
you were expecting?” Shut up, Amy, before your mouth ruins
everything.
His eyes fell to my cleavage. “That’s Jacko, not me.”
The way he was undressing me with his eyes said otherwise.
An Interview with Joshua Jackson Star of ‘Kiss the Tiger’ by Raquel Lyon
Welcome
Joshua. Tell us a little about yourself and your background.
Not
much
to
say,
really.
*rubs
chin*
I
come
from
an
average
working
class
family:
Mum,
dad,
brother,
conventional
set-up.
Mum’s
an
admin
assistant;
Dad’s
an
accountant.
It’s
pretty
mundane
stuff.
If
you’re
looking
for
drama
you
won’t
find
it.
But
things
with
your
brother
were
pretty
dramatic,
no?
We
fought. What brothers don’t?
I
believe there was a little more to it than that. Tell us about the
events that led you to be in Greece.
My
brother’s
always
been
a
taker,
but
when
he
stole
something
from
me,
something
very
dear
to
me.
It
caused
a
big
upset
in
our
family.
I
was
in
Greece
at
the
request
of
my
parents.
They
demanded
my
brother
and
me
reconcile.
And
did you?
Haven’t
you
read
the
story?
All
I’ll
say
is
that,
although
the
conflicts
I’ve
had
with
Jacko
have
made
me
a
stronger
person,
I’m
through
trying
to
make
it
work.
So
Greece wasn’t a holiday for you.
Hell,
no.
I
had
to
work
every
damn
day.
Of
course,
things
looked
up
after
Amy
arrived.
You
first met Amy at college, correct?
Yep.
What
was
your
initial
impression
of
her?
She
had a great rack!
And
seriously?
What
makes
you
think
I
wasn’t
being
serious?
*shrugs*
Okay,
she
intrigued
me.
Why
did
you
give
up
on
her
so
easily,
back
then?
After
what
happened,
I
thought
I’d
be
a
constant
reminder.
I
couldn’t
put
her
through
any
more
pain.
Have
you ever discussed what happened?
Not
in
detail.
And
we
never
will.
Amy
dealt
with
it
in
her
own
way,
and
we’ve
moved
on.
Can
we
change
the
subject,
please?
Okay.
What
do
you
love
most
about
her?
That’s
easy. I love the way she stares at me when she thinks I’m not
looking. She acts all cool and aloof when, secretly, I know she can’t
wait to get into my pants.
I
can
see
why
*blushes*
How
did
you
feel
when
you
first
saw
Amy
again?
The
old
feelings
came
rushing
back.
I
knew
I
couldn’t
let
her
go
again,
but
I
was
nervous
about
how
we
would
overcome
the
barrier
of
my
brother.
That’s
understandable.
So,
what
would
you
say
is
the
overall
theme
of
your
story?
*Silently
contemplates
the
question*
Sometimes
life
throws
you
a
curveball,
but
never
give
up
hope.
Tell
us about your tattoo.
Oh
yeah,
you
like
it?
I’ve
had
it
since
college.
My
mate
and
I
got
bored,
one
time,
and
decided
to
get
inked
up.
I
chose
something
that
represented
personal
power
and
the
ability
to
overcome
obstacles.
*chuckles*
My
mate
put
his
ex’s
name
in
a
heart.
He’s
still
regretting
that
one.
Yes,
I
bet.
So,
tell
me.
What
makes
you
happy?
Being
with
my
girl.
Naturally.
Now,
if
you
don’t
mind,
I’d
like
to
do
a
quick
fire
five.
Okay.
Where
would your dream vacation be?
A
secluded beach with only Amy for company.
What
do you wear in bed?
Nothing,
babycakes. *winks*
Who
was your first love?
My
motorbike.
Three
words that best describe you.
Persistent,
loyal,
*cocks
eyebrow*
sexy.
Who
would play you in a movie?
Hmm…
A
young
Rob
Lowe
would
be
good,
or,
I
know,
Colton
Haynes.
Yeah,
he’s
a
cool
guy.
What’s
next for Josh and Amy? A beach wedding in Greece?
*laughs*
Good
one.
No.
Amy
wants
to
return
to
Greece
for
a
holiday,
but
I’ll
be
taking
her
to
a
different
island,
far
away
from
my
brother.
At
the
moment,
we’re
both
busy
with
our
careers
and
enjoying
life.
As
for
marriage,
let’s
just
say
you’ll
have
to
watch
this
space.
Well,
thank you for the interview, Josh. I had fun.
No
problem, sweetcheeks.
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