I Will Survive. Samantha Connolly
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Dear Reader,
I don’t know anybody who hasn’t had this fantasy at one time or another. To be marooned on a tropical island with the man of your dreams—heaven!
Add to that fact that I’m a big fan of survival and wildlife shows, especially the ones where the presenters are so cheerful and unruffled as they ramble on about poisonous plants or marauding herds, while pointing out the volcano behind them that’s due to erupt at any moment or the piranha-infested river they’re planning to kayak, just as soon as they’ve splinted the leg of this cute little snarling puma.
Writing this book was a dream because I got to create my own heart-melting presenter and also to wonder how I might fare in a survival situation—though I freely admit I didn’t take my research as far as eating bugs!
So sit back and enjoy this feast of sand, sea and s…Well, I’ll say no more. Slap on that sunscreen and enjoy the adventures of the indomitable Jessie Banks!
Best wishes,
Samantha Connolly
She was just tired, that was it. That had to be it.
Jessie’s eyes widened as Nick unbuttoned his shirt. Had she been completely wrong about him? About this show? Was she expected to have sex with him after all? On camera?
“Here,” said Nick, handing her his shirt. “Put this on. It’ll give your things time to dry.”
Jessie was mortified by her assumptions and touched by his consideration. She took the shirt and slipped it on.
“I just wanted to tell you that you don’t have to worry about bunking together tonight…. I mean, uh, that’s not something you, uh…”
So much for her ego. Jessie said awkwardly, “Uh, oh, you neither, of course.”
“Let’s get some sleep. Big day tomorrow.”
Nick seemed devoid of any awkwardness as he lay down on the cot and curved his arm around her. She snuggled against him and could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. Meanwhile, her heart was thudding like a piston.
Suddenly Jessie decided that she didn’t care if the others were less than ten feet away. She was in bed with Nick Garrett—gorgeous, kind, hugely popular TV host—and she was going to make the most of it.
I Will Survive
Samantha Connolly
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born in Ireland, Samantha Connolly has lived all over the globe. Her family (mom, dad, younger sister) moved to Australia when she was four. Six years later the family returned to their native Ireland, where her parents opened their own bookshop. And there Samantha’s love affair with books began. Growing up surrounded by books, she dreamed of writing one of her own someday. After completing university, she lived in London for several years, working in a number of places, including an art gallery. And she earned her private pilot’s license (now sadly expired due to lack of flying hours, but she plans on retaking the exams one day!). Samantha, too, has now returned to Ireland and gotten serious about her writing. She divides her time between putting pen to paper and working in her family’s bookstore. Her hobbies include horseback riding, camping and, of course, reading.
Books by Samantha Connolly
HARLEQUIN DUETS
86—IF THE SHOE FITS
104—A REAL WORK OF ART
This one’s for Kathryn Lye Editor extraordinaire Whose persistently high standards both exasperate me beyond measure and make me write better than I knew I could
For all the many times you’ve made me want to throw my laptop out the window My deepest thanks
Contents
1
JESSIE BANKS STEPPED out of the tiny bathroom and looked crossly at the other occupant of the small cabin.
“This is ridiculous,” she said. “I won’t wear this.”
Lois ran her eyes appraisingly over Jessie. “But you look fantastic. It’s perfect on you.” She moved out of the way to allow Jessie to look at herself in the full-length mirror. Jessie spread her arms.
“Oh, you’re right,” she said. “What was I thinking? This is indeed the perfect outfit for ten days on a desert island.”
The yacht crested a wave and Jessie teetered on her five-inch heels.
“That’s the spirit,” said Lois, deliberately ignoring Jessie’s sarcasm.
Jessie sighed and pointed at the cargo pants and checked shirt that were strewn across the bunk bed.
“Is the joke over now?” she said. “Can I put my own clothes back on?”
Lois raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow and her gaze turned steely. “Look, a shipwreck is an unexpected thing, right? When it happens you don’t really have the luxury of picking and choosing what you’re going to wear.”
“I’m aware of that,” retorted Jessie. “But even if I can’t wear my own clothes is it really necessary