Steamy Island Romance - The Series Box Set (The Montgomery Billionaire Bad Boys)

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She craves answers.  He craves her.

Sexy billionaire Taylor Montgomery doesn't just sit around counting his money.  Instead, he spends his days on the Caribbean island Ile St. Clare, diving to the bottom of the ocean searching for more riches.  Taylor runs a world-renowned marine archaeology firm, and when his company is offered the chance to hunt down one of the oldest—and richest—sunken treasures, he jumps at the chance.

The only thing better than searching for gold?  Working alongside a scorching hot investigator.

Mandy Carlisle is all business until Taylor decides he has to have her.  But what happens when they combine serious business with steamy pleasure?  Will they end up getting more than they bargained for?

If you like adventure-packed days, steamy nights, and a mystery that keeps you guessing until the very end, you'll love this box set! 

Included in this box set are:

Desperate Destiny (The Steamy Island Romance Series #1)

Sunken Secrets (The Steamy Island Romance Series #2)

Treasure's Tricks (The Steamy Island Romance Series #3)

The three sexy books that make up this box set contain steamy scenes and adult content, so they're best-suited for readers who are 18+.

Steamy Island Romance - The Series Box Set is one of several stories that revolve around Jessica Kelly's hot family of billionaires, the Montgomerys. If you're looking for even more steamy Montgomery action, you'll find it in: 

Billionaire Bad Boys - The Montgomerys 

Dangerous Secrets - The Series 

A Sexy Mystery Series - The Box Set

The Playing Dirty Series

Dare Not – A Sexy Whodunit Mystery

Game On - A Sexy Sports Scandal

Desperate Destiny

The Steamy Island Romance Series #1

Jessica Kelly

Chapter 1

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Taylor looked up at her in the moonlight.  Célia, baby, I need you.

He ran his fingers across her perfect cheekbone to her luscious lips, teasing, nibbling.  She retaliated, catching his tongue and biting it just hard enough to seal her promise to give him more.  Because she always did. 

Because he was never quite satisfied.

Not that she wasn't hot.  Célia Dupuis was more than hot.  She was a world-famous model, a daughter of these islands.  And if he wanted her, she was his.  His fingers roamed inside her bikini top to her tight nipples. 

So hot, he whispered, cupping her firm breast with his hand, pulling her down to him.

Baby.  Oh, baby, she whimpered.

You want it too, Célia.  He found his way inside the tiny bikini bottom, stroking her, claiming her.  If there was anything this hot model loved, it was sizzling hot sex.  And he was more than anxious to give her exactly what she wanted.  Right here on his beach.  All night.  Taylor settled in on all the right places, determined to take her over the top for her first.

But then came the flash of light. 

Oh my god!  Taylor!  What was that?  She sat up suddenly, interrupting his lust.

Taylor lifted his face from inside her halter, frustrated as hell.  Who cares?

But...

He pressed her closer Célia, you were about to...

Taylor!  That was frightening!  What was it?

So much for sex on the beach, he silently grumbled.  It was a light, Célia.  How about we resume this inside, right after... He couldn’t help that he was about to explode.

She jumped to her feet and stared at the moonlit waves.  Taylor, look!  In the distance.

Exasperated, he sat up, followed her outstretched arm, took a deep breath, and stared out across the sea towards the horizon.  A ship no doubt, he thought as he focused in on the flickering, almost glowing object.  He stared at it for a few moments, wishing that it would disappear as quickly as it had appeared, and that he could get back to business. 

But it didn't. 

What the hell?  Momentarily forgetting his arousal, Taylor stood up and stared at the blue triangular glow.  From the looks of it, he guessed it was a mid-sized sailing craft—except that it vanished every few seconds, then reappeared in an entirely different place.

My god, Taylor, what is it?!

Before he could give her any kind of answer, the flickering flame vanished into the sea—as if it had sunk.

Thank god.  Nothing.  At least nothing that can be scientifically explained. 

You and your science, she said. 

He sensed that she was almost irritated with his completely logical answer.  Certainly nothing to be afraid of, he whispered as he resumed his position on the giant lounger, pulling her towards him.

Of course it is!

Only in these islands, he said, resuming his attention to her most secret places.

You’re not paying attention, Taylor!  She jumped up again and searched the horizon.  This could be a curse.

Of course, he thought to himself.  In the islands, everything unexplained is a curse.  No sense in arguing.  It was a ship, Célia.

But I saw it.  It wasn't just a ship, Taylor.  It was a ghost ship!  Her gigantic dark eyes grew larger, as if the very thought of a ghost ship was more than she could take.

Baby, let me take care of you.  I can make it all go away.  He reached up and pulled on her bikini bottom.  Do you like this, sexy Célia?

Maybe, she whimpered as he had his way with her.

You like that, don't you baby, he said after a long blissful interlude.  How about we do what we do best.

Yes, she moaned, lost in his persistence.  Yes!

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Chapter 2

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"So where were you last night?

Not that it's any of your business, brother, Taylor teased as he poured his much-needed cup of coffee.

Aren’t you touchy, Ty grinned.  That model girlfriend of yours keeping you awake at night?

I'll never tell.

Spoken like a true Montgomery gentleman, Ty said, laughing.

Montgomery gentlemen!  Tell me it ain't so!  Can you imagine the panic among very willing women if they find out you're gentlemen?!  Beau Henley shouted as he walked into their offices, donuts in hand, and headed straight for the coffee.

Taylor couldn’t help but laugh.  None of them were exactly morning people—especially after an evening with a very desirous woman.  But duty called every morning.  They'd worked hard building CIE, Ile St. Clare's premier marine archaeology firm.  It was, after all, their shared dream.  Not to mention that each of them had walked away from their families' extensive business holdings.  But here they were in these amazing Caribbean islands, living out their dreams. 

Taylor could hardly deny that money had its privileges.  Then again, so did hard work.  Beau, you are insane.  You know that, right?  Although he was a year younger, Taylor had known Beau for as long as he could remember.  I mean for your entire life, you've been crazy.

It's part of my charm, Beau replied before taking a giant bite out of a donut.

Part of your charm, Taylor snickered under his breath.  Beau's charm made him irresistible to women—and he loved every single minute of it.

Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, Ty continued.  Then he saw another familiar face arrive.  Oh, nice to see you, Cody.

What were you saying, Ty?  Cody rubbed his eyes.  He looked exhausted. Taylor couldn’t help but think that Cody's night had gone like his.  Plenty of hot sex.

Did any of you see that island light show last night?

Taylor almost choked on his coffee.  You saw it, Ty?!

No, but I sure as hell heard about it from the staff first thing this morning.  Seems the entire island is talking about it.

Of course they are, Taylor groaned, thinking back to his frustrations.  You may have been interrupted, but she rewarded you tenfold afterwards, he reminded himself.

So you saw it? Ty asked.

I did, Taylor grumbled.  Damn thing interrupted me.

You look satisfied to me, Cody grinned.

Brief interruption, I'll admit.  But, yes, I saw it.  Nothing odd about it.  It was a ship.  A sailing ship.

And you say there was nothing odd about it? Ty asked with a cocked eyebrow.  Then why is everyone at the museum buzzing?

Because they sense a curse, Ty, Taylor replied sarcastically.  Célia is convinced it was a ghost ship.  It flickered in and out, kind of glowed in the darkness, then disappeared out of sight.

That's it?

That's it, Ty.

I'll do what I can to calm the panic.  Speaking of which, Ty paused to pour himself a second cup of coffee, I'm headed off to Dominic's Caribbean resort on St. Michel.  Remember we discussed hiring his architecture firm for the new wing of our museum?  I suggest we keep it in the family.

Spoken like a true Montgomery, Cody said, laughing.  You have a never-ending stream of successful cousins.

Might as well do it right, Ty said.  And I can count on you guys to throw in a few million?

Oh that Montgomery flair, Beau said as he grabbed another donut.  But of course you can count on us, right Cody?

Cody nodded in agreement.

So then can everyone handle it without me for a few weeks?

I suppose we can try, Taylor teased.  So you're skipping the dive today?

If it's OK with you, that's my plan, Ty answered.  Dominic is coming to pick me up on his jet in about two hours.

Then you’d better get packing, brother.

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Chapter 3

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Nice dive today, Cody said, slapping Taylor on the back. 

Taylor could hardly disagree.  From what they'd found this afternoon, combined with the results of the deep sea sonar scans, they'd have no trouble securing the dive permits.  Thanks to a lot of hard work—and a spectacular new museum—they had a great track record with the local authorities.  These islands were rich with history, and with duel degrees in history and marine archaeology, nothing made Taylor happier than the prospect of another three hundred year old wreck. 

Well, almost nothing made him happier. 

Taylor followed Beau and Cody into Rumba's, scanning the faces as he entered.  It wasn't that he didn't want to see Célia.  But after a full day out in the water, a few beers with the guys were just what the doctor ordered.  That and a giant burger, and he'd be good to go.

So where's your hot model?

She had a shoot this afternoon on the other side of the island.

You look almost—relieved.  She doing you in? Cody teased.

Funny, Cody.  I noticed how wrecked you looked this morning.  Who's doing you in?

Angie.  She's hot.

Angie, huh.  Taylor had to laugh.  Cody just had a way with women.  Not that his family  dynasty didn’t help.  Carrel Cruise Lines.  Everyone on the island knew that now.  Although Cody had never planned it that way.  If Taylor didn’t know him so well, he'd swear Cody was actually embarrassed by it.  Understandable, since Cody wanted to make it on his own every bit as much as the others did.

She's hot, Taylor.

A prerequisite, Taylor laughed before ordering their drafts.

Not like your Célia isn’t a babe.  How long do you think she'll stay on the islands?

Don’t know, Taylor said before taking a long sip of the icy cold brew.  She could damn well go just about anyplace she wants.

Except she wants you.  And you're here.

I don’t know, Cody.

Hmmm, Cody said.  Taylor watched Cody's eyes scan his face.  She's not the one, is she Taylor?

Like I'm looking for the one, Taylor snorted.  Didn’t we swear off permanent relationships?

We sure did, Cody said. 

Although Taylor wasn't entirely convinced that he believed him.  What Taylor did know was that as hot and sexy as Célia was, their relationship was based pretty much entirely on one thing—sex.  Not that he was complaining, of course. 

Hey sweet Lila, he said, winking at his favorite barmaid.  How about another two?

Or three, she laughed, as she tipped her head towards Beau, who was walking over from a table of gorgeous bikini-clad women.  You giving up this easy, Beau?

Hell no, he smiled.  I promised them champagne.

You got it, big fella, Lila laughed with a shake of her head.  Then she turned back to Taylor.  So we're back to two beers?

Guess so, Cody said.  Appears the better part of our evening comes later.  So make that two burger platters.

Perfect, Taylor said, watching Beau as one of his hot new tourist friends dropped down on his lap.  He loves the ladies.

Oh hell yes.  Can’t see him ever settling down.

Settling down.  It downright scared the hell out of Taylor.  He sipped on his beer and stared out at the gathering crowd.  Rumba's had the best Caribbean band on the island, the perfect spot on the beach, and the best food on Ile St. Clare.  If he had the strength, he might just join in on Beau's festivities.  Save your energy, he kidded himself.  Célia was, well, very demanding.

Your second, Lila said as she delivered them two more frosty mugs.  Burgers are on the way.

Great, Taylor said, still checking out the crowd.  He loved how easy it was to relax on these islands.  Hardly the same as the pressures at home on Palm Beach.  Taylor leaned back on the barstool, loving life.  And then life got even better.

She was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen.

Taylor sat up straight, as if somehow it would give him a better look.  Damn, he whispered.  Judging by her tan he'd have guessed she was a local.  Except that he'd never seen her before.  And there was no way she'd been here before and he hadn’t noticed.

She turned in his direction as if she was looking for someone.  It was then that he saw the eyes.  The enormous eyes, the dark lashes fluttering, beckoning.  Bedroom eyes.  Bedroom eyes that sizzled when they met his.  Until she turned away.  Could she feel it, too?

Her long sun-kissed hair fell over one of those eyes as she moved.  She flipped it away, shaking her head ever so slightly causing a cascade of blond locks to spill over her shoulder and down to her waist.  His eyes followed her long bare legs and her tight ass as she moved away.

No sooner was he prepared to proclaim that he was in love than a man approached her.  Shit, he muttered as his dream exploded.

When the talk dark stranger took her hand, Taylor turned away.  The most beautiful, enticing woman on earth belonged to another man.

She's something, Cody whispered, nodding his approval.  You think she's a local?

Does it matter?  She's with a guy.

Like that's ever stopped you before, Cody said grinning.

Taylor knew that was true.  After all, half of the fun was actually getting the girl.  But this was no ordinary girl.  And she was far more than a game.  Not this time, Cody.

Seriously?  Why?

Taylor turned and stared back at Cody.  I'm not sure.  Guess it just doesn’t feel right.

Weird, Cody said taking his first bite of the giant cheeseburger.  And by the way, you'd better eat up my man.  You're evening's about to change.  Célia's coming your way.

Taylor turned and stared at her.  She really was something.  Her hard nipples showed under her tight little blouse.  You want it bad, don’t you Célia? He thought to himself.  She was too thin to have giant tits, but what she lacked in cleavage she more than made up for in legs.  His eyes roamed up from her strappy high heels to where her thighs met her tiny skirt.  Everyone in the room knew it—Célia Dupuis was dressed for sex.

Baby! she shouted above the band, running to him.  It was no surprise that half the crowd turned to look at her.  Célia knew how to get attention.

You're something, he said, fondling her ass as she pulled in tight.  How was the shoot?

Not as great as what I have planned for you, she whispered, licking and nibbling on his ear.

You two need to get a room, Cody teased.

We don’t need a room, she cooed.  We have Taylor's beach, don’t we baby?

Not tonight, Célia.  I'm not in the mood for interruptions.

She rubbed her tight nipples against him and laughed.  No more ghost ships.  Just the two of us tonight, right baby?

If he didn’t know better, he'd swear she was a little drunk.  But then again, this was Célia.  She was about to get what she wanted most.  That alone made her tipsy.  Taylor threw three twenty dollar bills on the table.  Gotta go, Cody.  And by the way, he whispered, there's one hot babe headed your way.

I told you, Cody whispered back.  I told you Angie was hot.

Hell yeah she was.  Almost as hot as his mystery woman.  Taylor took Célia's hand and guided her towards the door, trying his best to avoid eye contact with the most desirous woman on the planet.

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Chapter 4

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Taylor rolled over on his back and moaned.  God how she could work him.

He'd lost track of time.  Something about fiery hot orgasms that made everything else less important.  Do me again, baby, he whimpered as she pulled away from his cock.

Her answer was to crawl back on top of him.  Taylor watched, breathless as she mounted him, taking all of him. 

Oh fuck!  Fuck!  Taylor grabbed hold of her ass, pushing deeper, feeling every inch of her hot splendors. 

In true Célia fashion, she retaliated, giving him more, rotating, taking him deeper, setting him ablaze with lust.  His cock roared with delight, taking her to one, then another.  The sensation of her riding him, quivering, tightening around his throbbing dick set him on fire.  Desperate for even more, Taylor flipped her over, pounded into her, and surrendered to his smoldering passions.

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He awoke a few hours later to the tropical sun streaming through the open balcony.  Still weak from his bliss, Taylor turned to look at the clock, afraid that his night of hot sex had made him late to the dock. 

Fuck, he moaned.  It was barely 7 AM, but he could have used another ten or twelve hours of sleep.  At first he thought he'd had too much sex, but then he quickly dismissed that ridiculous notion.

Célia was stretched out next to him, still naked, and if he had to guess, still very ready for more.  Ordinarily more might be nice, but he did have a dive in a few hours.  As he dragged himself out of the bed, she whimpered, reaching for his cock like she always did. 

Not today, baby, he whispered, questioning his judgment as he spoke.  He was turning down more sex?  Had he lost his mind?

But we still have to talk, she whispered.

Talk, right.  He and Célia didn’t communicate by talking.  Can we talk another time, Célia?

But it's important, she said opening her eyes fully, then wrapping her long legs around his.

More important than sex? he teased.

Almost, Taylor.  And in a roundabout way it has to do with sex.

No surprise there.  For Célia, everything revolved around sex.  Even her photo shoots.  Hell, especially her photo shoots.  Sex was her trademark.  It was no secret that she wanted everyone to associate her with hot sex.  He happened to be the lucky recipient.  Well of course it does, he teased, rubbing and squeezing a nipple.

I've been offered a major, very lucrative contract, she said.  She looked serious, but he could sense she might stop talking long enough to do him again.

That's great, Célia, but it's hardly a surprise.  You're hot, babe.  Too hot right now, he thought, as he used every ounce of willpower to pull away from her tits.

But it's not here, Taylor.  The offer is for Glamorous Cosmetics.  In L.A.

That's great, Célia.  He meant it.  Although he was hardly into her because of her career, he was happy for her.

It's for two years, with a renewal option for more.  It's a ton of money.  And, she said rubbing the inside of his thigh as she so liked to do, And I have to move to L.A.

He got it suddenly.  Move to L.A.?  Wow!  That's an awesome opportunity!  Next thing you know, you'll have a film contract.

Maybe, she said.  But that's not what I'm going for.  You know how much I love modeling.

The more naked the better, he teased.

I want you with me, Taylor.  You know we're meant to be together.  I mean, what with your jet and all, you could easily fly back and forth.

Célia, he said almost too suddenly, I'm not going to L.A.  You know how I feel about the islands.  Not to mention CIE.

Silly, you can set up another business, she winked.  Maybe get into modeling like your cousin Dominic.  It's not like money is an issue.  Your family is worth billions.

Taylor paused.  He didn’t want to hurt her feeling.  He liked Célia.  She'd worked hard to get where she was.  Hell, she was an international cover girl.  I respect you for what you've done, Célia.  No one deserves this more than you do.  But I can’t go with you to L.A.

You can’t or you won't?

He chose his words carefully.  I belong here, Célia.  CIE is every bit as important to me as modeling is to you.  You can understand that, right?

"I understand that I love you, Taylor.  I understand that we were