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“I just want to kiss you again,” Shayna said.
And so he did, pressing his hot mouth down on hers, forcing his tongue between her parted lips. Her body exploded with heat. She opened her mouth to him, letting his tongue go deeper, and sighing with the pleasure of it. It was a hot and desperate kiss, far too inappropriate for public, but Shayna didn’t care. All she wanted right now was to indulge in this flirtation to the fullest. She kissed Donovan wantonly, kissed him as though he was the man she was supposed to be with on her honeymoon.
As his lips caressed hers, his fingers skimmed the side of one of her breasts. Shayna mewled, wishing he could touch the part of her that craved his fingers, but knowing he couldn’t.
He moved with her through the water to the side, where he gently leaned Shayna’s body against a large rock. Her legs were still wrapped around him, and as he kissed her senseless, he held her more tightly, and she clung to him.
KAYLA PERRIN
has been writing since the age of thirteen and once entertained the idea of becoming a teacher. Instead, she has become a USA TODAY and Essence bestselling author of dozens of mainstream and romance novels, and has been recognized for her talent, including twice winning Romance Writers of America’s Top Ten Favorite Books of the Year Award. She has also won the Career Achievement Award for multicultural romance from RT Book Reviews. Kayla lives with her daughter in Ontario, Canada. Visit Kayla at www.KaylaPerrin.com.
Island Fantasy
USA Today Bestselling Author
Kayla Perrin
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Dear Reader,
Lately I’ve had many letters from my fans, asking me when I’m going to write another romance novel. I’ve dipped my hand in other pots, writing some suspense, erotica and general women’s fiction, but romance is where I started, and romance is still in my heart.
So for those of you who have been waiting for another one of my romances, for those who enjoy reading all of my stories, and for those who might be reading one of my books for the first time, I’m very pleased to have Island Fantasy to share with you.
Many of us—if not all—have experienced heartbreak at some point in our lives. Many of us have experienced betrayal. What if you experienced a crushing betrayal on the night of your wedding? Would you get married anyway, hoping that your fiancé simply had prewedding jitters and that once he said “I do” all would be fine? Or would you have the courage—in front of all of your wedding guests—to say that you deserve better?
My heroine, Shayna Kenyon, has the courage to call off the wedding, knowing that a man who would betray her the night of her wedding isn’t a man who deserves her heart. It’s not an easy thing to do, but doing the right thing isn’t always easy. I wrote Shayna’s story to show a woman’s courage in the eleventh hour. To show that even if you’re about to say “I do” and suddenly realize it’s not right, it’s not too late to say “I don’t.”
I really enjoyed writing Shayna and Donovan’s love story. I hope you enjoy their quest for true love on the beautiful and sultry island of Jamaica. And be sure to look for Brianne’s story—Shayna’s sister—in my next Kimani Romance.
And now, indulge your Island Fantasy.
Kayla
Chapter 1
Shayna Kenyon didn’t consider herself a vengeful person. Revenge was not her style. In life, she had been able to turn the other cheek when people had wronged her. Been able to move forward and leave any ugliness in the past.
But last night…A flash of what she’d witnessed with her own two eyes entered her brain, causing her stomach to twist harshly. She couldn’t very well move forward from Vince’s betrayal in the same easy fashion she had moved forward when necessary in the past.
Especially not today.
Today…Oh, Lord help her.
The depth of Vince’s betrayal burned deep in her soul. And the timing of it couldn’t have been worse.
Shayna inhaled a deep, shaky breath. Her eyes misted, but she held back her tears. She had to do what she was about to do. There was no other choice.
“Baby, it’s okay,” her father said and held her arm a little closer to his side. “There’s no need to cry. You’re marrying a man who adores you, and if I do say so myself, you look incredible. You’re my daughter, yes, but I mean it when I say this—you’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. Other than your mother,” he added with a smile. “This is your day. Enjoy it.”
Enjoy it, Shayna thought sourly. She hadn’t enjoyed anything since last night—and she had the puffy eyes to prove it. She’d told her parents that she’d been too excited to sleep, which wasn’t the truth. She’d been too devastated to truly rest. All night, she had lain awake, alternately crying and contemplating what to do.
Her decision—approved by her sister—was the only thing giving her the power to walk down the aisle. The fact that there would be some satisfaction in what was coming next. It was the only reason she’d gotten all dressed up and spent two hours getting her hair and makeup done. To see the look on Vince’s face when she let him—and all the guests in attendance—know that she knew.
The last of Shayna’s five bridesmaids took her place on the podium. After a few beats of silence, the local singer she and Vince had hired began her rendition of “Here I Am” by Beyoncé and Eric Benét. Shayna and Vince had opted for something more contemporary as opposed to the traditional organ music signaling the bride’s walk down the aisle.
Shayna swallowed, tears falling from her eyes even though she didn’t want them to. Her father pulled the handkerchief from his breast pocket and dabbed at her cheeks.
“Come on, baby,” he urged. “Everyone’s waiting.”
Shayna hesitated a beat, suddenly unsure. But even her sister had encouraged her to do what she was about to do next. “Do what you need to do,” her younger sister, Brianne, had told her. “As far as I’m concerned, Vince deserves much worse than public humiliation.”
The singer continued the soulful love ballad, and Shayna knew she should start moving. Through the church’s back door windows, she could see everyone on their feet, waiting for her to take her final walk as a single woman.
The doors opened. She began to move. She was nervous and devastated, and yet she tried to force a smile. Given her state of mind, she wasn’t sure she accomplished her goal.
All around her, people were grinning. Some grinning and crying. This was a wonderful occasion. One she’d waited thirty-two years for. Her family was ecstatic that she’d found the kind of love that lasted a lifetime.
Shayna knew better, and soon everyone else would, too.
While walking down the aisle, Shayna hadn’t allowed herself to look directly at Vince, afraid she would fall apart. But as she neared him, she did. Her stomach lurched with disgust when she saw the tears streaming down his face.
Tears of joy, or tears of shame?
The tears of shame would come soon—that much she was sure of.
Near the pulpit, her father stopped, faced her and dabbed at his own tears before kissing her cheek. “I love you, baby,” he said.
“I love you, too,” Shayna said, her voice a whisper.
She hoped her father wouldn’t be upset with her ruse, but she knew his wrath would be for Vince. Vince, who’d behaved like the son her father had never had.
How could you? Shayna wondered, and then took the two steps onto the podium to join her groom.
The singer finished her song. Vince took Shayna’s hands in his, his eyes lighting up with warmth.
“Baby, you look amazing,” he told her, and Shayna wanted to yank her hands from his grip. She was past the devastation, at least temporarily, and was going on pure anger.
“Dearly beloved,” the minister intoned. “We are gathered here today—”
“Excuse me,” Shayna interrupted, her stomach fluttering. She had known she would speak, but she hadn’t expected it to be just then. But she couldn’t fake it a moment longer. Couldn’t stand the sight of Vince acting like the happy fiancé. “I—I need to say something.”
The minister looked confused. So did Vince.
But when neither objected, Shayna forged ahead, meeting her fiancé’s tear-filled eyes. “Actually, I have a question for you, sweetheart.” She added the last word with much exaggeration.
“What, baby?” Vince asked, looking and sounding concerned. “What is it?”
Part of her wanted to turn and run down the aisle. That would be easier than confronting Vince publicly. And yet, she’d made up her mind. Difficult or not, she was going to do what she’d planned.
“Do you love me, Vince?” Shayna asked. “Love me enough that you believe you’re making the right decision by marrying me?”
A hum of surprise sounded in the crowd. People were curious now, perhaps some realizing that something wasn’t right.
“Of course I do,” Vince responded. He squeezed Shayna’s hands tighter and chuckled softly in relief, his tone saying he felt his bride was suffering from last-minute jitters. “You know I love you more than anything, baby. You’re the one I want to grow old with. Have children with. Spend the rest of my life with.”
There were some, “Awwws,” and a few people even clapped—that’s how perfect Vince’s answer had been.
“Shall I continue?” the minister asked. The warm smile on his face said he also believed that Shayna had simply needed reassuring.
Shayna faced the minister. A beat passed. Then she said, “Just one more question.”
Silence filled the church, so much so that the buzzing of a fly could be heard. Shayna swallowed the lump in her throat so that she could find her voice, aware that everyone was waiting to hear what she had to say.
She straightened her shoulders and said, “You love me.”
“Of course.”
“You love me so much you ended up in your car after your bachelor party, making out with a stripper!”
Startled gasps erupted in the pews.
“Baby,” Vince said. He tried to chuckle, but the sound was hollow. “A—a stripper? W-what?”
Shayna pulled her hands from the man she was grateful not to be marrying. “Don’t you dare try to lie, Vince. I saw you with my own eyes! You were parked right outside the private hall you rented, you jerk. I saw you leave the building with her. I saw you go to your car with her. And I saw what happened after that, too.”
Vince said nothing, but Shayna saw the panic in his widened eyes. The disbelief that she could possibly know what he’d done.
Shayna glanced to her left, at her sister, who was her maid of honor. Brianne nodded her encouragement.
“And baby,” Shayna went on, slowly and clearly, “if that’s your definition of love, then I’ll pass on the whole marrying you thing, thank you very much.”
Vince’s mouth fell open, but he was too startled to speak. A buzz of surprised chatter instantly filled the church. The groomsmen and bridesmaids all stared at Shayna, stunned looks on their faces. Shayna would answer their questions—but not yet.
Running on adrenaline, Shayna gathered her wide organza skirt in her hands and turned as swiftly as she could. She hustled back down the aisle, aware that all eyes were on her.
She knew she would cry later, but for that moment, as she neared the back doors of the church, she smiled.
Vince Danbury may have had a scandalously good time last night, but Shayna had just had the last laugh.
Chapter 2
“You’re still going on your honeymoon?” Brianne asked Shayna later that afternoon, the look on her face saying she thought her sister was crazy.
“I’m not going on my honeymoon,” Shayna clarified. She was running her fingers through her shoulder-length hair, trying to loosen the tight spiral curls the hairdresser had done such a great job of creating for her wedding. “A honeymoon requires two people who just tied the knot.”
“You know what I mean,” Brianne said. “You still plan to go to Jamaica tomorrow—the trip that was supposed to be your honeymoon?”
“Seven days in Jamaica? Of course I’m going.”
Brianne placed her hands on her hips as she stared at Shayna, who sat on the edge of Brianne’s bed. “You’re serious.”
Shayna didn’t respond. Instead, her eyes traveled over her sister—from the white orchid adorning her short black hair to the pale yellow maid of honor dress. “Do me a favor, sis? Take that dress off, please?” Her wedding dress had been the first thing Shayna had taken off when she’d gotten to her parents’ house, slipping into a pair of her sister’s shorts and a T-shirt. “I really don’t want any reminders of Vince.”
“Oh.” Brianne smoothed her hands over the dress. “Right.” She reached behind her to drag down the zipper. “Such a shame I didn’t get to wear this all day. After all that weight I lost for your wedding…”
Her sister did look fabulous. At the beginning of the year, she’d started a diet and rigorous workout routine to get in better shape for Shayna’s wedding. She’d lost thirty-five pounds.
Brianne walked toward the closet, shimmying the dress off her shoulders. She found a red sundress with a formfitting halter neck and slipped into that.
Brianne twirled around, facing Shayna again in the casual dress. “Better?”
Shayna nodded. “Yes. Except for the flower.”
Brianne pulled the flower from her hair and tossed it onto her dresser. “Now, back to your trip—”
“Yes, I’m going.”
“But you’re grieving,” Brianne protested. “This isn’t the time to go on a trip alone.”
“Why not?”
“Because you hate even going to a movie alone,” Brianne pointed out. “I can’t see you going on a trip by yourself.”
“Well, I am.”
The look Brianne flashed her sister was full of doubt. She thought Shayna was bluffing.
“I’m a big girl,” Shayna went on. “I’m entitled.”
“I know, but—”
“But what? You think I’m going to do something crazy?”
“Maybe you will,” Brianne said, but her tone quavered, indicating she didn’t believe her sister would do anything out of character. “Maybe you’ll end up marrying the first man who hits on you.”
Shayna laughed out loud at that.
“Don’t laugh. Remember that happened to my friend Gloria’s friend’s sister.”
Shayna scowled at Brianne. “That was in Vegas, and she was drunk and on the rebound.”
“You’re on the rebound.”
“Rebound? Already?” Shayna’s heart spasmed, but somehow, she found the strength to force a laugh. “Right now I should be at the park, taking perfect wedding photos with that expensive photographer Daddy hired. Instead…” Her voice trailed off. She couldn’t go on, or she would cry. “Bree, the way I feel right now, if I never see another man, it’ll be too soon. Trust me.”
Brianne took a seat beside Shayna on the bed. “Shay, I’m so sorry. Part of me wishes I’d never suggested we drive by that hall to see what the groomsmen were up to.”
“And if we hadn’t, I’d be married right now—not knowing that my husband was a dirty cheating jerk.” The anger helped Shayna hold back any tears. “No, I’m glad you suggested it. Everything happens for a reason, and in this case, it was to spare me the pain of marrying the wrong man.” Shayna was amazed at how calmly and rationally she was dealing with the situation, but she truly believed that nothing good came of fretting over something she couldn’t control. “I don’t want to be married for the sake of being married. I need to be with a man who loves and adores me enough not to sleep with some stripper he just met. To know—even if he was drunk—that no other woman could ever tempt him away from the woman who’s in his heart.”
Brianne shook her head, the look on her face suddenly venomous. “I still can’t believe Vince could do that. If we hadn’t witnessed it, I never would have believed him capable of that kind of betrayal.”
“Me neither,” Shayna said softly. “And the night before our wedding? That’s the reason I need to go away. I can’t be around here, see all the places we liked to go to. I can’t deal with the calls from everyone. I’m holding it together now, but I know at some point I’m going to fall apart.”
“Which is why you need to be with your family. People who love you.”
Shayna smiled, loving her sister for caring so much, though if the situation were reversed, Shayna would be saying the same thing to Brianne. They were eighteen months apart, but as close as twins. They’d been there for each other through every triumph and tragedy in each other’s lives.
Like when Brianne had lost her boyfriend, Carter. Three years ago, Carter had vanished while hiking in the Rockies. After weeks of searching for him and finding only his backpack, the authorities came to the conclusion that he’d likely died of exposure, and that coyotes or other wildlife must have eaten his remains. It had been the worst time of Brianne’s life—after which she’d turned to food for comfort. Shayna had been there for her sister through the entire harrowing ordeal.
“I know how much you love me,” Shayna said, smiling softly. “And I appreciate you caring for me. But I need some time for myself. Time to reflect on everything. Time to lie in bed and do nothing if I don’t want to. Time to sit on the beach and read all those books I thought I’d never have time to read. Time to just…get away from it all.”
“You’re sure?” Brianne asked.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Shayna said, feigning a confidence she didn’t feel. “‘Still I rise,’” she went on, quoting Maya Angelou. “I’m a strong black woman. This is a setback in my life, but it won’t keep me down. And hey, the trip is paid for. I’m pretty certain Vince won’t be going. But I’ll gain some small measure of satisfaction knowing that his money will fund my seven days in paradise.”
“Serves the idiot right,” Brianne said.
Shayna hugged her sister, long and hard, then got to her feet. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got to go home and pack.”
That wasn’t entirely true. Shayna was mostly packed already, and her flight wasn’t until the next afternoon. But she was ready to be alone.
“Besides,” Shayna continued, “the limo driver’s not going to want to wait all day.” He’d driven her to the church, and he’d driven her back to her parents’ place. It was a painful reminder of the wedding that never was, but the car had been paid for. Might as well utilize it.
“Let me at least walk you to the door.”
Shayna caught her reflection in Brianne’s dresser mirror. Her makeup was exquisite—and totally illogical given the oversize T-shirt she was wearing. She would look even more out of place when she got into the limo like this, but she needed to get home.
She and Brianne headed out of the bedroom and downstairs to the front door of their parents’ home. Shayna had already had time with her parents and Vince’s, time to explain in more detail what had happened last night with Vince and why she wouldn’t be marrying him. Now, all four parents had gone off to speak with Vince, most likely to try and talk some sense into his senseless brain. It didn’t matter what they said—Shayna wouldn’t forgive him, and there would be no rescheduled wedding date.
When Shayna and Brianne got to the front door, Brianne suddenly said, “If you want, I can see if I can call in sick to work and put the trip on my credit card so I can go with you.”
Shayna wrapped her arms around Brianne and hugged her. Hugged her until she felt emotion clog her throat. “I love you for caring,” Shayna said. “I really do. But this week…I need it for myself. If I stay here, Mom is going to cry all week, depress me with her ‘I can’t believe Vince would do this to you’ talks. No one is going to be able to look at me without pity—not even you—and I don’t want that. I already feel bad enough. I need this time—time to digest what’s happened and pull myself together.” Emotion finally got the better of her, and a sob escaped Shayna’s throat while a tear rolled down her cheek.
“Oh, sweetie,” Brianne crooned, rubbing Shayna’s arms. “This is why I don’t want you to be alone.”
“I can’t believe Vince did this to me,” Shayna said, trying to keep herself from completely falling apart. “How could he destroy everything?”
“I know. No one expected him to betray you like this, least of all me.”
“If he calls again, tell him I’m in an undisclosed location and can’t be reached. I have nothing to say to him. That’s another reason I want to be in Jamaica. He won’t be able to drop by and see me. Won’t be able to try and beg me to forgive him. I think I’d rather be in Timbuktu than Jamaica—as far away from Buffalo as possible—but Jamaica will have to do.”
“I can’t talk you out of it?” Brianne asked.
“Please don’t worry about me. I’m going to be at a five-star resort. Nothing bad is going to happen to me. And I’ll call you, every day if you want.”
“All right,” Brianne said. “You’re a big girl. If you want to go on a trip alone, that’s your right.”
“I love you,” Shayna said.
“I love you, too, sis.”
Shayna gave her sister one last hug, then opened the front door. And when she did, the blood froze in her veins.
Vince was standing there.
A full five seconds passed with neither of them speaking, only staring at each other. Shayna was too startled to speak or even move.
“Shayna.” Vince broke the silence. His voice was full of pain and perhaps also regret.
Shayna’s eyes darted beyond Vince to her parents and then back to Vince. All of them looked distressed. And of course they were. The day that had begun with so much hope had ended in the worst possible way.
And it was all Vince’s fault.
If not for their parents, Shayna was tempted to give Vince a piece of her mind and stalk off. Instead, she held herself together.
“Shayna, can we talk?”
Shayna swallowed. Her throat was suddenly dry, but she managed to find her voice. “There’s nothing to say.”
Mrs. Danbury stepped forward. The woman’s eyes were red, as though she’d been crying. “Shayna, I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be, but what Vince has to say…it might help.”
So Vince had told his and her parents a pack of lies. Something that had them believing he was worthy of a second chance?
“Hear him out,” Shayna’s mother said. “No matter what happens, at some point you’re going to have to talk.”
Shayna gritted her teeth. As much as she didn’t want to acknowledge it, her mother was right. At some point she and Vince would have to talk, settle everything. Thank God Shayna hadn’t given up her apartment yet, because now she would not be moving into Vince’s house as planned. She only hoped the landlord didn’t have a rental agreement in place for when her lease was up in a month.
“All right,” Shayna said. “If you want to talk, let’s talk.”
Vince’s shoulders sagged with relief. He was still wearing his tux, though it was unbuttoned at the collar and the tie was loose. His dark, handsome face was drawn. “Thank you.”
Don’t thank me, Shayna thought. No matter what you say, it’s over. Unless he told her that he’d been drugged and taken advantage of and had the toxicology reports to prove it—but that kind of story line only happened on soap operas.
“Let’s go to the back patio,” Shayna said flatly. “We can have some privacy there.”
Shayna led the way, holding her head high, though it felt like her insides were being churned in a blender. She opened the back door and stepped onto the patio then took a seat at the small table. As Vince took a seat beside her, Shayna spoke. “I’m not sure what you think you can say that will excuse what you did.”
“I’m sorry, baby. You have no clue how bad I feel.”
“Not nearly as bad as I feel.”
“It was a mistake,” Vince went on. “A stupid, stupid mistake. Baby, I’m begging you—please forgive me. Forgive me, and I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that I’m worthy of you.”
Shayna could hardly stand being this close to Vince. Part of her wished that a bolt of lightning would suddenly strike him dead. But what she really wanted was to end things once and for all and move on.
“I’ve got boxes at your place,” she said. “Can you arrange to have them sent to my parents’ house? It’ll be less messy that way.”
Vince looked crushed. She hadn’t said what he’d wanted to hear. “Baby—”
“And please—stop calling me baby. You no longer have the right.”
“I was drunk, Shayna. Do you really think I would have touched that woman if I were sober?”
“That’s your excuse?”
“I know it’s lame, but it’s the truth.”
“So any time in the future when you get drunk, you can’t be trusted to be faithful.”
“That’s not what I’m saying.”
“And what about all the women who hit on you in your practice? Or have you already crossed the line with some of your patients?”
“Shayna, stop it. You know that’s not true.”
“Do I? Because I never would have thought you capable of…of what you did.” Shayna had to look away, because looking at Vince hurt too much. The beautiful foliage and flowers of the garden her mother had worked hard to cultivate over the years didn’t bring her the sense of peace it normally did.
How could anything bring her peace right now?
Shayna flinched when she felt Vince’s warm hand on hers. The gentle touch almost brought out her tears. He had ruined everything, destroyed their dreams.
“Baby.” Vince sighed wearily. “I know you might not believe what I’m about to say next, but it’s true. Look at me, please.”
A beat passed, then Shayna raised her eyes to his.
“When I was in my car with that woman…I was so drunk, so damn out of it that I thought…” Vince paused. Swallowed. Gave Shayna a heartfelt look that on other occasions would have tugged at her heartstrings. And then he dropped his bombshell. “I was so drunk, I thought that it was you in the car with me.”
It wasn’t so much a bombshell as a slap in the face. An insult to her intelligence. Was Vince actually saying…? Shayna stared at him, gauging just how serious he was.
The man was serious.
Seriously full of it.
“You’re saying you thought that stripper was me?” Shayna asked, for clarification.
“I told you it would sound crazy, but yes, baby. That’s the only reason I did anything with her. Because I thought she was you.”
And just like that, Shayna was over him. Irrevocably. So much so that she actually laughed.
“Oh, Vince.” She shook her head as she chuckled. “You know, I thought that between me and my friends I’d heard every line a man uses when he’s caught cheating. But that—oh, man. That one takes the prize.”
Vince’s face fell. He looked surprised that Shayna didn’t believe him.
No, he looked crushed.
Shayna pushed her chair back and stood. “I can see how you couldn’t tell us apart—with our breast sizes being so similar.”
Shayna snorted. The stripper’s breasts had been so huge, she and her sister had marveled that the woman could walk. Which only made Vince’s lie all the more lame.
“Plus her long red hair and white skin,” Shayna continued. “So similar to my brown skin and black hair.”
“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s—”
“Have the boxes with my stuff delivered here as soon as possible,” Shayna told Vince before she walked away. “Oh—and one more thing.” She pulled the beautiful engagement ring he’d given her off her finger and plopped it onto the glass table in front of him. “Give this to the next woman fool enough to believe you’re Mr. Right.”
Then Shayna walked away, leaving a stunned Vince sitting at her parents’ patio table. “It’s over,” she announced to her and Vince’s parents as she strolled through the living room, not even breaking stride. “I’m going home now.”
No one tried to stop her. They obviously saw her resolve and knew not to test it.
If they’d held out any hope of a reconciliation, they had to know now that that would never happen.
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