Love at First Laugh Romcom Bundle

A series of fast-paced, stand-alone, laugh-out-loud romantic comedies that has readers in stitches.

SNEAK PEEK from The Worst Vacation Crush

I stretched my arm over the water and slapped the surface like a seasoned pro. Kai had called the dolphins over like that, so why couldn’t I coax them a little closer with a few friendly smacks?


“Careful,” Kai warned, “they can get rambunctious.”


I glanced over my shoulder at Kai, oozing the bravery that had overtaken me. “They’re only playing.”


I’d watched countless hours of dolphin documentaries over the years. Plus, I had a semester of marine biology under my belt to back up my appraisal of the situation. 


I was practically a dolphin behaviorist. 


We weren’t in any danger here. I was sure Kai was just trying to get me all worked up for nothing. And I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of hazing the noob!


Smack. Smack. Smack.


Bang!


One of the dolphins smacked back—right into our ancient outrigger, knocking it off the arms. Kai cleared his throat. “See what I mean?”


I shrugged it off. “That dolphin was exuberant, not rambunctious. If this thing wasn’t a hundred and fifty years old, nothing would have happened.”


“If you say so. Brace the boat for me, will ya?”


“What—” The words died on my lips when I looked over my shoulder at Kai. He was standing in the back of the boat. 


With. His. Shirt. Off.


My jaw flapped in the wind, but no words came out. That was lucky for me though, because the only words in my head at that moment had to do with the male physique. 


Biceps. Pecs. Abs—washboard abs to be more specific. 


“The boat?” he said. “Are you ready to brace the boat?”


I had no earthly idea what he was talking about. I picked my jaw up out of my lap, pretending like I hadn’t just taken a million and three mental pictures of his magazine-cover-worthy body and nodded my head.


Luckily, one of the dolphins swam closer than ever, giving me something besides man-candy to focus on. I stretched dangerously far over the water, hoping the sensation of cool, blubbery flesh beneath my fingertips would balance my equilibrium.


A moment later, the boat rocked horribly and there was a massive splash. I looked back just as the canoe dumped me into the water, but Kai was nowhere to be seen. 


Salt water. 


Bubbles. 


Flailing—so much flailing. 


I kicked my legs like a frog, just like my cousin once told me to do in her kiddie pool. But instead of rising to the surface like Kermit, I sank like a lead-bottomed toad. 


This was the end.


I opened my eyes, hoping to catch one last glimpse of sunlight before going belly up, but something big blocked my view. My sight was blurry—no doubt from holding my breath for so long—but it looked like whatever was blocking the light was coming right at me.


Dolphin? No.


My heart leaped into my throat. Shark? Maybe.


I shut my eyes and braced for impact. But instead of razor-sharp teeth, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me. Either the world’s buffest mermaid was doing her good deed for the day, or Kai had come to my rescue just like he’d promised.


I opened my eyes, and latched onto his neck, holding on for dear life. If he was serious about not letting me drown, he needed to hurry because I’d never been closer to blacking out in my life. 


A moment later, Kai had me at the surface. I coughed and spewed salty water, squeezing him so hard it was a wonder he could even breathe.


“Are you okay?”


“Yeah.” I broke into another fit of coughing.


“You were supposed to brace the boat when I dove in for the outrigger. What happened?”


“I could ask you the same question,” I sputtered. “What took you so long, Mr. Lifeguard?”


“Umm, you were in the water for like, five seconds.”


“No way! I almost drowned.

”
His chest heaved with laughter. “Whatever you say.” Kai’s smirk was so much sexier when he was dripping wet and holding me close. So sexy, in fact, I didn’t care that he was laughing about my brush with Davy Jones. “You told me you were a little neurotic, but you never said anything about being a drama queen.”


“I’m not being dramatic.” Okay, maybe I was being dramatic—but only a tad. It’s possible I hadn’t been moments away from passing on to the great donut shop in the sky, but it was true that I couldn’t swim. And people who couldn’t swim didn’t appreciate being dumped in the drink… ever!


The laughter in his eyes morphed into something hungry. “That’s a shame. I’ve always had a thing for drama queens.”