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Instalove Island: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 82)

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by Flora Ferrari




  INSTALOVE ISLAND

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 82

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Instalove Island

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  Newsletter

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  Book 59: Virgin in New York

  Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby

  Book 61: Possessive Protector

  Book 62: Possessive Australian

  Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother

  Book 64: Possessive Cowboy

  Book 65: Summer Romanced

  Book 66: Possessive Prince

  Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy

  Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend

  Book 69: Possessive Firefighter

  Book 70: Football Next Door

  Book 71: Doctor December

  Book 72: Possessive Canadian

  Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire

  Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop

  Book 75: Possessive Brazilian

  Book 76: Hockey Obsession

  Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter

  Book 78: Halloween Next Door

  Book 79: Possessive Russian

  Book 80: Baseball Mine

  Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive

  Book 82: Instalove Island

  Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend

  INSTALOVE ISLAND

  When my brother tells me he’s going to lose his job as the producer of the reality show romance Instalove Island I do what any good sister would do and help him out.

  But what my brother didn’t tell me is that he’s also cast my brother’s best friend for this reality show romance.

  He’s the older man this younger woman has been saving her first time for…and for the first time he shows me just how serious he is about having an island romance with me…and more.

  But as the challenges heat up will my brother get hot under the collar setting up obstacles designed to eliminate us from competition, and eliminate this older man from my life forever?

  Or will my brother’s best friend show my brother, and millions of people watching at home, that I’m his and he’s mine, and that he’s possessed to win this reality show romance and show the world, and my brother, that our love is real and will last forever.

  *Instalove Island is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  CHAPTER 1

  Isabella

  My heart was beating out of my chest as the sun over French Polynesia beat down on my way too pale skin.

  This was not part of the deal.

  I could feel the sweat running down from my forehead and underneath the blindfold I had on, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

  I felt sunscreen burn my eyes as I held hands with a complete stranger in waist high water just off the coast of Moorea, a supposedly tranquil island, just a thirty minute boat ride from Tahiti.

  “Okay, everyone. Season one. Episode one. Take one. Cameras rolling in three…two…one…action!”

  “Welcome to Instalove Island, where over the next week twenty unsuspecting couples will vie for the title of Island God and Goddess…all for the chance to win one hundred thousand dollars in cold hard cash and prove that their love is unbreakable.”

  “Contestants. Are you ready for your first challenge?”

  “Yeah!” a few men roar, but most of the contestants sound just as nervous as I feel.

&nb
sp; “Then remove your blindfolds and let’s begin!”

  My hands release from the man’s across from me and I reach up for where I expect his face to be, but I’m off by a country mile and instead my fingertips find a rock hard chest that feels like it’s chiseled in stone.

  Whoa.

  “Sorry,” I say as my hands jerk away but my subconscious has them gripping again right away, this time finding his shoulder.

  I run my hand along the curve of his shoulder before remembering it’s a blindfold I’m looking for and not the defined muscles I keep finding.

  I stand up on my tiptoes and my hands come down on his lips. They’re fuller than I would expect a man’s to be, yet masculine. I don’t know if the intense sun in the middle of the South Pacific is making me hallucinate but I immediately imagine kissing him.

  But what would I know about that? I’ve had my head stuck in books for the last four years working my tail off to get my degree, and the only thing that’s touched my lips is copious amounts of coffee to keep me awake while I studied formulas and theories in the hopes of getting a job. Yeah, so much for that idea.

  But I have plenty of ideas about what I want this guy to do to me and now I really want to see the face that goes with the physique.

  My fingertips move across his cheeks finding the fabric of the bandana blindfold and I carefully lift it up just as I feel his hands find my bandana as he removes mine as well.

  “What the?”

  It’s pushing one hundred degrees right now yet I feel my body completely freeze up…in motion and in temperature.

  A cold chill shoots through me as I recognize the man standing in front of me.

  “Isaiah?”

  “Isabella,” he says, but the way it rolls off his lips is more like he’s greeting me at the door and I should have brought a bottle of wine to this party. There’s not a hint of surprise.

  Did my brother set me up?

  He told me he’d lose his job as producer of Instalove Island if he didn’t find a female contestant stat so I begrudgingly agreed to help him out. The one thousand dollar participation fee and my looming rent payment pretty much made up my mind for me.

  But it was just a favor and he promised he’d make sure the first challenge was one that would eliminate me, giving me a quick holiday on Moorea to try and de-stress about my job situation before I had to head back to the real world and start job hunting again.

  But as I stare at Isaiah without his shirt on, those muscles rippling right in front of me I go into a different kind of hunting mode.

  Him.

  I’ve wanted him for as long as I can remember and Eric, my brother, is gonna get it for torturing me like this.

  But apparently I’m not the only hunter here right now.

  “Contestants. There are ten three foot by three foot floating aluminum platforms around you. If at any time you decide you want to end your participation in this challenge just jump on one of the platforms and you will be eliminated.”

  The announcer casts a devious smile.

  “But just remember there are only ten platforms and twenty couples so if you decide to throw in the towel you best throw it in early.”

  “Release the sharks!”

  Wait a second. I didn’t hear him right.

  My eyes dart towards a group of men who together lift what appears to be some sort of metal barrier out of the water. It’s the kind you see at concerts to keep the crowd back, but apparently this barrier is designed to keep the sharks in.

  Oh hell no!

  My brother knows I’m terrified of sharks.

  I watched Jaws as a kid and didn’t so much as dip my foot in a swimming pool for a decade.

  And when I even hear a mention of Shark Week I get weak in the knees.

  “Get me to the platform!” I yell feeling myself hyperventilate.

  I turn left then right, my hands coming out of the water instinctively as I hold them up over my head. I am not about to lose any appendages today!

  “Contestants you are now surrounded by over one hundred Blacktip reef sharks…hungry Blacktip reef sharks,” the announcer says as a few of the couples go racing for the available platforms.

  I spot a platform to my right not more than ten feet away and make a move for it, but a couple is already trying to balance together on the super small surface area.

  I look left, then behind me. Oh my god, the platforms are filling fast.

  “Shark handlers…chum the waters!” the announcers yell.

  And then I go into full-blown anxiety mode and scream out at the top of my lungs.

  I’m about to get torn to shreds by a giant, prehistoric killing machine.

  CHAPTER 2

  Isaiah

  The knee-deep water is the only thing that prevents me from doing a backflip the moment I lay eyes on her.

  Eric set me up with his sister.

  I’ve been watching her from a distance for four long years now. I had to give her space…give her time, so she could get that degree she was so focused on achieving.

  But now that she’s done she’s mine.

  I’ve been trying to hunt her down but Eric wouldn’t cough any information.

  I’ve asked in roundabout ways or tried to just wedge my requests for information about her into conversations but Eric always dismisses it or changes the subject.

  I was tired of waiting and the only reason I signed up for this damn show was because Eric needed a male contestant or else he’d get fired from his job.

  I accepted but made it known that he owed me big time for this.

  And big time meant he was going to have to give me his sister’s number when this show finished taping.

  But he did better than that.

  He served her up on a silver platter right in front of me.

  The way the sun bounces off the top of the ocean and reflects in her eyes is incredible. It adds a second sparkle to the one that’s already there.

  And it’s so bright outside, and the water is acting like a giant mirror, that she’s lit up like the Fourth of July from every angle.

  The second that blindfold comes off I can’t help but take in every single curve, every single nuance, and imagine running my fingertips all along that silky soft creamy skin of hers.

  Damn, how I wish now I would have “accidentally” missed when I went for her blindfold.

  I let the woman go first so I could gage how tall she was, only to find out this wasn’t some woman…this was the one.

  My woman.

  Suddenly my joy of seeing her in this swimsuit turns to rage as I realize that this show is being taped and will be shown in households across the country.

  Millions of people will see that body of hers…the body that belongs to me.

  I want to grab her and take her underwater with me, only our heads above.

  To claim her. To let the rest of the world know right now that she’s mine.

  I hear someone yell something about sharks but the words don’t process. I don’t care about anything other than her.

  And when I feel a fin brush against my leg I just want to reach down and punch the fish in the mouth.

  Wait!

  My eyes move back up to her face and I see terror…fear.

  It’s a sight I never want to see on my woman’s face and it has my mind snapping back to the present.

  My mind becomes hyper alert, filling in the blanks of what in the hell’s going on.

  There are makeshift floating devices and most of the contestants are diving for them.

  I see Isabella move for one and then another. She’s freaking out.

  Time to show her what a real man does in a situation like this.

  I drop below the water’s surface, my eyes open feeling the sting of the saltwater, but I don’t care.

  All I care about is her.

  I move around and behind her and in one motion I perform a motion similar to a squat at the gym but there’s no five hundred pound weight on my shoulder
s to lift, only a tiny, feminine, beautiful creature that I would go to the ends of the earth to protect.

  My thighs flex and my upper body explodes out of the water with her on my shoulders.

  “I got you, princess. Just relax on your pedestal and everything will be fine.”

  I watch as the cameras zoom in on us as chaos and mayhem ensue around us.

  These fools are practically tearing each other apart to get aboard one of those tiny platforms.

  But my girl doesn’t need to share a stinking platform with anyone.

  She’s got me. Her rock of Gibraltar in the middle of the sea and although she may not know it yet…in life.

  “Time!” the announcer yells a few minutes later and a proper boat comes in to pick up the contestants.

 

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