People often ask authors where they get inspiration for their work. I find mine all around me. A lot of the time, my inspiration for my poetry comes from a very personal place. Sometimes a certain situation will spark an idea and I ask myself a “what if” question. Then that idea will transform into characters, setting, perhaps a few plot points, and before you know it— I’ve got the beginnings of another book.
Pleasure Island was one such story. I’d been working on a series of novels for a few months and needed to set them aside for a bit to gain some perspective. I’d recently separated from my husband, and with that chapter of my life coming to an end, I needed to write something shorter, something to inspire me to want to keep writing. So I created Chelsea Hunter (and no, she doesn’t look anything like me)—a woman who is trying to find her bearings a year after her divorce is final. She goes on vacation, finds herself at a resort dedicated to pleasures of the flesh after being tricked to go there by a friend, and ends up falling for the man of her dreams. Isn’t it great how we authors can create happy endings?
None of what happens in that story has or probably ever will happen to me. Writing this story was my way of affirming that there is hope of finding love after a separation. Divorce is really the ultimate break up. In most cases, years prior you and your partner stood in front of family and friends, vowed to be together ‘til “death do you part, for better or worse, in sickness and in health”… But what if it doesn’t work out that way? What if after years of both parties giving it their best shot, it just crumbles? Because sometimes it does, despite our best efforts.
When you finally mention the word “divorce”, people stare at you like you’ve just cursed the most foul word on the face of the planet. Lines are drawn. Sides are taken. People you thought would be on your side, choose the other. Unless you’ve been through a divorce, people just don’t get it. For the most part, I don’t think people enter into a divorce lightly And if they do, they shouldn’t. However, it may be the end of one part of your life, but it does open the door for new possibilities. At least that’s what I choose to believe.
So, I hope readers will enjoy Pleasure Island as much as I eventually enjoyed writing it. I admit that my first draft lacked the love component, well, a lot! Over time, I grew to love the characters and wanted them to have a happy ending. I gave both Chelsea and Jack their own problems as to why their marriages ended, and none of them are mine. They meet in a rather
unorthodox way. But as so often happens in life, meeting that special someone in a completely random way has love sneaking up on you when you least expect it.
I hope all readers find their happy ending. While the past can color our future, remember we get to choose what colors we use. And if you do meet that special someone—you still have to go for it! Fate doesn’t do all the work for you. 🙂
Blurb: Chelsea Hunter didn’t come to the resort looking for sex. Jake Davis intends to change her mind. Will they be able to turn up the heat, or will their visit to Pleasure Island leave them cold?
After finalizing her divorce, Chelsea Hunter came to the resort island of Paradise for some peace and quiet so she could figure out what her next step would be. She hadn’t expected to find herself at an exotic hotel dedicated to pleasures of the flesh. Too bad she doesn’t want sex.
Jake Davis is back in Paradise after visiting a year ago when his own marriage fell apart. This time his fantasy is to guide a woman through her sexual journey. He hadn’t counted on being paired with the only woman in Paradise who prefers privacy over pleasure!
Will Jake be able to discover what Chelsea truly needs, or will their journey to Paradise remain unfulfilled?
“This is a what?”
Chelsea Hunter couldn’t believe her ears. An island resort dedicated to entertaining people’s sexual pleasures? This wasn’t what she’d signed up for when reserving her room at the beautiful Caribbean locale. What the hell would people think if they found out she’d come here?
“I assure you that you’re in the right place, Ms. Hunter,” the blonde behind the reception desk told her.
Chelsea struggled to look anywhere but at the receptionist’s chest, whose gigantic breasts spilled out of her red string bikini. “There must be a mistake. I reserved a room at Paradise Resort.”
“This is Paradise, baby,” drawled a smooth voice from Chelsea’s left.
Chelsea turned, only to struggle again with where to look. There stood one of the most gorgeous men she’d ever laid eyes on. She’d guess him a few inches shy of six feet, but his perfectly sculpted body totally made up for it. He may not have been tall, but the handsome factor was off the charts. Close cropped dark hair, midnight eyes, broad shoulders and chest without an ounce of body hair, tapered waist, and—Whoa. A zap of lust zinged straight to her core, and she dropped her gaze to his muscled thighs. That couldn’t be real. Maybe his Speedo made it appear larger. She flicked another quick look. Damn…Wet heat rushed between her thighs.
Bringing her gaze back up to his face, she flushed at the amused sparkle in his eyes. She braced her hands on the reception desk, her wedding ring twinkling a bittersweet reminder as she leaned forward.
“There has to be some mistake,” Chelsea pleaded. “I’m at the wrong place.”
Kellie is giving away a copy of Pleasure Island to one lucky commenter! Share with us how you got over your breakup or how you made it work.