Jamaica Rendezvous

is a personalized novel set in Jamaica, where in 1947, Abe Issa built Jamaica’s first year-round resort hotel, Tower Isle in Ocho Rios. It became the hangout of Hollywood types like Errol Flynn and Joan Crawford; writers like Ian Fleming and Noel Coward; and athletes like boxer Joe Louis. In 1978, Issa turned the property into Couples, Jamaica’s first all-inclusive resort for couples only, where this novel is set.
    Our couple arrive and learn a valuable lesson in love, courtesy of an ocean treasure. Horseback riding on a former plantation, a trek up Dunn’s River Falls, snorkeling and sailing occupy their days. Hot nights, exotic entertainment and passionate encounters combine to make theirs a vacation to remember.
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WILD excerpt

All excerpts in this column are done in the "WILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
     "Ummmm," he replied. He released her lips and dropped his mouth to her neck where he slowly kissed under her ear. In a few moments, he inched lower, down her shoulder where Obsession still faintly lingered, now mingled with the aromas of seawater and sunscreen, a combination that made him think not only of romance, but the ocean and sunshine. He whispered, "You smell so good." He exhaled, and his hot breath fell over her smooth skin.
     "Ohhh," Ann responded. The sensation of his ardent advance made her tingle from head to toe. "You do know how to make me feel good."
     "I hope so, because I love to make you feel good, Honey." John relaxed his hug and brought his hand up to her chest, resting it under her breast, delicately caressing it.
     "You do." Her blue eyes fluttered. "Oh, you do." Her head slowly fell forward to rest on his chest.
     John spread his fingers over her breast, then focused his index finger and thumb on her nipple. He wanted to please her, make her happy, and in doing so was losing himself in the feeling. He ached with desire, his manhood stretching against the material of his swim trunks.
     "You've really got me going, Sweet Baby," Ann said as she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself away. "And you're making me lose sight of my plan. Come on." She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom. "I know just the thing to make us both feel good." She led him to the shower stall and turned on the water.
     "While that heats up, we've got to do something about this." She put her hand on his obvious excitement and gave it a squeeze. "Poor Baby, that must really be uncomfortable. We need to get him out of there." She tugged on the sides of his suit, pulling it down, causing a springy reaction. "Oh, that has to be better." She took his flesh into her hand again, this time moving it back and forth. "No, not better, the best." Ann so loved to give him pleasure, to make him happy, and in the process loved to feel how firm he was, how excited he got, how wet it made her. Stepping so her leg was between his, she moved forward so her crotch was against his thigh, which she used to give herself a little thrill while stroking him to the side. "How's that, My Sexy Man?"
     "Oh, My Sexy Woman, you have me right where I like to be."
     Ann sped up her movement. "In the palm of my hand?" she said with laugh.
     John's reply was little more than a groan as he felt his nerve endings tingle.
     A mist of steam rolled from the shower, and wickedly, Ann tightened her grip and inched backward, pulling him along. "Come with me, Sweet Baby," she instructed.
     Fully in her control, he moved with her.
     Ann stepped into the warm water, which sent wet splatters flying onto John's chest and face. He did not mind; in fact, his green eyes were looking nowhere but at Ann's body as it glistened with the water. The shower flowed over her blonde hair, ran down her neck, onto her shoulders, and over her breasts. John watched the droplets fall from her nipples and hungrily bent forward to take one beautiful breast his mouth, sucking it and the liquid in.

MILD excerpt

All excerpts in this column are done in the "MILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
     "Ummmm," he replied. He released her lips and dropped his mouth to her neck where he slowly kissed under her ear. In a few moments, he inched lower, down her shoulder where Obsession still faintly lingered, now mingled with the aromas of seawater and sunscreen, a combination that made him think not only of romance, but the ocean and sunshine. He whispered, "You smell so good." He exhaled, and his hot breath fell over her smooth skin.
     "Ohhh," Ann said. The sensation of his ardent advance made her tingle from head to toe. "You do know how to make me feel good."
     "I hope so, because I love to make you feel good, Honey." John relaxed his hug and leaned back to look at her. The happiness on her face made him happy.
     "You do make me feel good." Her blue eyes fluttered and her head slowly fell forward to rest on his chest, onto which she mumbled, "Oh, you do."
     John felt the heat of their bodies rise. He wanted to please her, make her happy, and in doing so was losing himself in the feeling. He ached with desire.
     "You've really got me going, Sweet Baby," Ann said as she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself away. "And you're making me lose sight of my plan. Come on." She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom. "I know just the thing to make us both feel good." She led him to the shower stall and turned on the water.
     "While that heats up, we've got to do something about this." She put her fingers on his swim trunks and gave a tug. Soon, he was as nude as she was. "There, that has to be better," Ann said. She so loved to make him happy, and in the process she found she was happy, too. "How's that, My Sexy Man?"
     "Oh, My Sexy Woman, you have me right where I like to be."
     Ann smiled.
     John's reply was a smile of his own.
     A mist of steam rolled from the shower, and wickedly, Ann inched backward, pulling him along. "Come with me, Sweet Baby," she instructed.
     Fully in her control, he moved with her.
     Ann stepped into the warm water, which sent wet splatters flying onto John's chest and face. He did not mind; in fact, his green eyes were looking nowhere but at Ann's body as it glistened with the water. The shower flowed over her blonde hair, ran down her neck, onto her shoulders, and down her body. John watched the droplets fall and hungrily kissed one off her neck.