Another Night In Paradise

is a personalized novel set on the mythical Windros Isle in the Caribbean and is not a sequel to Another Day in Paradise.
    Our couple come across a meteorite worth beaucoups bucks and a yacht full of bad guys willing to kill for it. Meanwhile, they tour a plantation, romp under a waterfall, shop at an island market and make unforgettable love atop a villa under a sky filled with shooting stars. There's even a plunge pool rendezvous. Both the love and the action sizzle from start to finish.
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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.
     Wearing the matching, summer-weight, waffle-weave robes the villa provided, Ann and John looked as if they might be heading for a spa appointment instead of the two chaise lounges on the villa roof.
     Despite the lateness of the hour, a light lit up an occasional window in the surrounding villas up the mountain. And each balcony glowed with subtle illumination.
     John, a few steps ahead, led the way while squeezing Ann's hand behind him. He stopped on the top step, turned to her and performed a shuffle step while waving the champagne bottle like a microphone. He sang into it: "Do a little dance. Make a little love. Get down tonight." Crouching on the second "Get down tonight," his robe revealed his waist-down nakedness.
     Ann's eruption of laughter bent her double. She fought to keep the two champagne flutes in her other hand from hitting the tiled floor. She somehow managed a reply between the spurts of laughter: "That little performance more than makes up for failing to help me unpack."
     "I've got a performance for you, Honey," he cooed back, nuzzling her ear, "but that wasn't it. Just the opening act." He smiled down at the tears the laughter had left in her blue eyes. Here, under the canopy of stars that greeted their arrival, Ann was even more beautiful than 20 years ago.
     She returned the smile.
     "Speaking of opening..." John waved the former microphone.
     Ann set the champagne glasses on the tiny table separating the two lounges and deposited herself in one while John worked the cork free. A loud "pop" erupted at the exact moment that all the lights went out, not only on their own balcony below, but at every villa on the mountainside. Total pitch blackness surrounded them like a warm blanket. "Power failure?" posed Ann.
     "Not on my part," John offered as he stroked Ann's blonde hair. "What timing."
     The canopy of stars burned brighter in the darkness. "Ahhh," Ann inhaled. "It's beautiful. Look at all the stars. They're incredible."
     John nodded his agreement as he filled both glasses then took a seat beside her. "It's perfect, isn't it?"
     "Absolutely perfect," Ann beamed back.
     "To the beauty that is you," he proposed in toast. Ann clinked her glass to his. "And to the opportunity to ravish you right here under the heavens now that we've been given so convenient a cover as total darkness." They laughed and sipped in unison.
     "I've never seen so many," Ann mused again of the overhead show.
     John snuggled closer beside her and squeezed her knee. "And I've never wanted you so much."
     The glasses were quickly abandoned in favor of stretching out together in the chaise, face to face, chest to chest, torso to torso. First, they watched the night sky, picking out familiar formations and puzzling over the unfamiliar.
     "I do think the Caribbean inspires you, Darling," Ann murmured, trailing her hand, beneath his robe, along his leg from calf to thigh.
     He arched closer. "I think you inspire me," he corrected, a tingling deliciously flowed over him as her hand found its way closer to the source of his ever-rising desire.
     "Is that all I do for you?" Ann teased quietly, her tongue flicking his ear.
     "Oh no, my Honey. You do much more than inspire. You excite and enlighten."
     "Enlighten, huh?" The inching fingers had found their mark, which they now surrounded in loving caress.
     "Ooooh," John crooned. "I'll be seeing light any minute now."
     As if on cue, a streak of light flashed across the hot night sky. They both saw the shooting star and proclaimed simultaneously, "Ooooh."
     "You saw it too?" Again their voices were one. Then, a "Yes," still in unison and a slight laugh.
     Ann took the lead, saying, "How beautiful."
     John continued, saying what was on both their minds, "How perfect." He drew her near.
     Their voices fell quiet, but their actions would soon fill the night. John reached up to squeeze the perfect pair of star-lit breasts, their nipples hardening to his touch.
     Ann gasped her encouragement and continued her own rhythmic caress that left John pulsating with passion. Her free hand grasped the back of his neck, steadying it as her lips hungrily sought and found his. The nectar of his mouth made her head swim. His fragrance, Old Spice, filled her nostrils and excited her. She kissed him urgently, as if tonight might be their last, or maybe, their first. Ann's hips started their own rhythm, matching the dance of her hand on John.
     Breathing rapidly, John responded instantly to her need. He rolled to the side, yielding the middle of the chaise so her luscious body could stretch beneath his, for his full and private access. He moved his hands down to her buttocks all the while seeking her tongue and mouth and lips with his own. The kisses seemed to sizzle in the night as he pulled Ann's buttocks toward him.
     Ann released the center of his sex, knowing it must find its final resting place, because if it didn't, she would die right here on this roof from her own desire for him. With guttural moans of love, they united, he on her, the passion exploding, their sex filling the night with marvelous release and discovery.
     In the instant of release, their own bodies exploding in a wave of passion, John had arched his head to the heavens, and that's when he and Ann saw the shooting stars nearly collide in the sky above, their burst of brilliance culminating the most unforgettable lovemaking the two had ever known.
     They watched and felt and experienced the wonder in disbelief, appreciation, awe and fear. The forces of man and heaven had come together in an unbelievable crescendo.

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.
     Wearing the matching, summer-weight, waffle-weave robes the villa provided, Ann and John looked as if they might be heading for a spa appointment instead of the two chaise lounges on the villa roof.
     Despite the lateness of the hour, a light lit up an occasional window in the surrounding villas up the mountain. And each balcony glowed with subtle illumination.
     John, a few steps ahead, led the way while squeezing Ann's hand behind him. He stopped on the top step, turned to her and performed a shuffle step while waving the champagne bottle like a microphone. He sang into it: "Do a little dance. Make a little love. Get down tonight." He repeated the step.
     Ann's eruption of laughter bent her double. She fought to keep the two champagne flutes in her other hand from hitting the tiled floor. She somehow managed a reply between the spurts of laughter: "That little performance more than makes up for failing to help me unpack."
     "I've got a performance for you, Honey," he cooed back, nuzzling her ear, "but that wasn't it. Just the opening act." He smiled down at the tears the laughter had left in her blue eyes. Here, under the canopy of stars that greeted their arrival, Ann was even more beautiful than 20 years ago.
     She returned the smile.
     "Speaking of opening..." John waved the former microphone.
     Ann set the champagne glasses on the tiny table separating the two lounges and deposited herself in one while John worked the cork free. A loud "pop" erupted at the exact moment that all the lights went out, not only on their own balcony below, but at every villa on the mountainside. Total pitch blackness surrounded them like a warm blanket. "Power failure?" posed Ann.
     "Not on my part," John offered as he stroked Ann's blonde hair. "What timing."
     The canopy of stars burned brighter in the darkness. "Ahhh," Ann inhaled. "It's beautiful. Look at all the stars. They're incredible."
     John nodded his agreement as he filled both glasses then took a seat beside her. "It's perfect, isn't it?"
     "Absolutely perfect," Ann beamed back.
     "To the beauty that is you," he proposed in toast. Ann clinked her glass to his. "And to the opportunity to ravish you right here under the heavens now that we've been given so convenient a cover as total darkness."
     They laughed and sipped in unison.
     "I've never seen so many," Ann mused again of the overhead show.
     John snuggled closer beside her and squeezed her knee. "And I've never wanted you so much."
     The glasses were quickly abandoned in favor of stretching out together in the chaise, face to face, chest to chest, torso to torso. First, they watched the night sky, picking out familiar formations and puzzling over the unfamiliar.
     "I do think the Caribbean inspires you, Darling," Ann murmured, snuggling in John's embrace.
     He arched closer. "I think you inspire me," he corrected.
     "Is that all I do for you?" Ann teased.
     "Oh no, my Honey. You do much more than inspire. You excite and enlighten."
     "Enlighten, huh?" Ann asked, her fingers massaging the back of his neck in loving caress.
     "Ooooh," John crooned. "I'll be seeing light any minute now."
     As if on cue, a streak of light flashed across the hot night sky. They both saw the shooting star and proclaimed simultaneously, "Ooooh."
     "You saw it too?" Again their voices were one. Then, a "Yes," still in unison and a slight laugh.
     Ann took the lead, saying, "How beautiful."
     John continued, saying what was on both their minds, "How perfect." He drew her near.
     Their voices fell quiet, but their actions would soon fill the night.
     Then basking in the oneness of each other's arms, John had arched his head to the heavens, and that's when he and Ann saw the shooting stars nearly collide in the sky above, their burst of brilliance culminating the most unforgettable lovemaking the two had ever known.
     They watched and felt and experienced the wonder in disbelief, appreciation, awe and fear.
     The forces of man and heaven had come together in an unbelievable crescendo.