Her Perfect Getaway — Emma Jay

“Max was such a swell character not because of his sheer good looks alone. It is his different facets that demands nothing less that makes him so irresistible. And that sexy Australian drawl of his whispering words in Japanese? Oh man, even though I know next to nothing in Japanese, I just know that Max would make it worth my while. And you've gotta love a man who can make you laugh and turn you on all at the same time.”--Maldivian Book Reviewer

Blurb:
Business woman Elizabeth Black arrives in Hawaii on a trip with her girlfriends. Elizabeth and her friends are there to help bride Haven with last minute details for her destination wedding. Elizabeth hasn't had a vacation in years, or a relationship in a year, but she never expects to be drawn to their laid-back beach-boy tour guide. But handsome Max Sullivan is something she vaguely remembers�"fun. Her friends encourage her to indulge herself in a week-long fling. But when she gives into desire, will she also give up her heart?

Excerpt:
The beach was a little farther than she expected, but she reached the sand in time to see the sun breach the horizon. Brilliant colors streaked the sky and reflected on the water in front of her. Only when the sun had risen higher and the colors dissolved did she notice the people sitting on surfboards in the water. Like her, once the breath-taking sight of the sunrise had vanished, they began to move, paddling farther out to catch the swells that rolled toward shore.
She sank to the sand and wrapped her arms around her knees, watching, admiring the grace as surfer after surfer hopped to his or her feet and carved a path through the water, riding the force of the tumbling water. It looked like so much fun, something she hadn't had in…she couldn't remember when. Everything had a root in making the business successful. She couldn't remember the last time she'd done something not related to work. So she relaxed on the sand and watched.
Some surfers wore bathing suits, other short wetsuits. Some were clearly more experienced than others, steering around others surfers with a mere shift of their weight on the board. One in particular drew her attention, a lean man with slicked back hair, water streaming down his bare chest, his board shorts riding low on his hips, his stance at once alert and relaxed as he moved through the water. She caught her breath as he paddled, ready for one of the taller waves that rolled toward him, as he pounced to his feet just be-low the crest of the wave, maneuvering his body and board up and down the height of the swell and riding the length until the wave disappeared.
His momentum carried him forward onto the beach, and Elizabeth's breath caught in recognition.
Sullivan pushed his hair away from his face and grinned. “See that?”
She saw every bit of that, long legs, broad chest covered with a soft-looking layer of curly hair. A tattoo of a hibiscus was etched on his upper right shoulder.
But she was pretty sure that wasn't what he was talking about.