Make sure to read the full-size prequel, Tropical Love, before starting Tropical Kiss. Soulmates are overrated. When Liz Grady’s fiancé wins the lottery and dumps her five days before their wedding, Liz reinvents herself as a man-eating seductress bent on breaking hearts while mending hers. Taking her honeymoon solo, Liz boards the plane, wearing a low-cut skimpy dress and her first pair of thong panties. As she squirms in her seat, she makes one rule for this island rebound plan: no introverts. (And no more razor-sharp underwear.) After countless dates, billionaire Heaton Redding finds someone who genuinely loves him—not his money. But the day he plans to propose, he catches his girlfriend playing hide the baguette with his French chef. To escape the paparazzi, Heaton disguises himself as a timid IT engineer and boards a plane to little-known Postscript Island. He has one firm rule: no rebounds. (Why is that beautiful woman wriggling in her seat?) Will P.S. Island offer Liz and Heaton another chance at love? Tropical Kiss is a sweet with steam, standalone romantic comedy. A guaranteed HEA and is the first book in the Postscript Island billionaire series.