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Fi Dahjah...
Your own personalized fantasy by "Romance By You Books"
Tropical Treasure pits our clever heroine, Jazz A-Matazz, against our witty hero, Dahjah TheKhonqueringLion, in the reality TV game show, TreasureQuest!
Jazz and Dahjah meet and the games begin!
"You realize it's first come, first served, right?"
Jazz A-Matazz turned away from the open window. She'd thought she was alone in the cottage, the first of the TreasureQuest contestants to arrive from the mainland. But one look at the man standing in the doorway changed that impression.
He was striking, with dark brown hair that highlighted his shining brown eyes. And he was wearing nothing but a towel.
Jazz blinked her brown eyes. She couldn't help but be taken aback, not only by his sudden appearance, but by the fact that he was so at ease with being practically naked in front of a stranger. Not that he had any reason to be ashamed of his looks, or the way the water dripped from his damp, dark brown hair down to his shoulders and chest...
Whoa, girl, get a grip, Jazz told herself in annoyance. You've got three weeks on a tropical island. Start drooling after every half-naked guy you see, and you'll lose track of the whole reason you're playing this game. Then again, maybe that was the point of this man's scantily-clad appearance - to throw her off balance right from the start.
Jazz clasped her suitcase handle tightly, smiling at the stranger. "I know it's first come, first served. That's why I'm here early. Wanted to grab the best view." She held out her free hand. "I'm Jazz A-Matazz by the way."
The man reached over to shake her hand, his own warm and strong. "Dahjah TheKhonqueringLion. It's good to meet you, but you missed my point. I'm afraid this room's taken already," he added, as if the proprietary way he was leaning against the doorframe wasn't making that clear enough.
Jazz couldn't help but notice that his lips were curled into a one-sided smile, somehow merging self-deprecation and arrogance into one charming package. Jazz felt a faint irritation warming her face. Great, another guy who thinks women exist to find him attractive. "I hadn't noticed. And look Towel Boy, if your things aren't here, how do I know you claimed this room first?"...
Jazz receives a simple TreasureQuest clue
Jazz looked down and read the TreasureQuest riddle aloud.
Many challenges you have faced
The prize still lies ahead
But first, Jazz , meet your destiny
Return to that which you dread
Frowning, Jazz glanced up at Dahjah. "That's it? That's the only hint I get?"
"Yes. I'm surprised you didn't figure it out immediately. I'd thought it was crystal clear."
"Return to that which I dread," she murmured, not liking the sound of whatever it meant. And then it hit her like a ton of bricks. "The rope bridge. I have to cross Pont Purgatoire."
Dahjah sarcastically patted her shoulders like a proud pet owner. "Now that's why you're in first place. It's the challenge you abandoned earlier this week. Who would've thought they'd send you back?"
"A girl can dream, can't she?" Jazz joked, although her stomach had suddenly become queasy as she felt panic settle in. "This may be the easiest word puzzle, but the challenge is far from simple..."
Jazz , Dahjah and a TreasureQuest broadcast
Clive Patterson flashed his brilliant white teeth towards the television camera and began. "Spiders and sand crabs and snakes, oh my! It's been some week for our gang here on St. Isabelle, hasn't it? Ready to hear what the audience response has been to our offshore antics?" The TreasureQuest host turned and presented a far-less-toothy smile to his contestants. The television cameras followed Clive's every move, and the large television monitor in the corner gave a colorful display of what the viewers at home were experiencing.
"We're waiting with bated breath," Dahjah sarcastically piped back from across the room.
Clive laughed. "You may be cynical, but it appears the viewers aren't. Dahjah, how are you doing over there? Things are going well for you, aren't they? And the polls are pretty supportive of you and Jazz."
Dahjah had been caught off-guard, and he shifted his position on the sofa between Jazz and Tigrrr. "I'm doing all right, but what's this about a poll?" Dahjah shifted uncomfortably again.
"We conducted a poll on the TQ website asking everyone to predict when you two will consummate your affair." Clive was on a roll. "We've all seen the chemistry between you and Jazz. Some of the emails we've received are rooting for you guys... others aren't quite as supportive."
Jazz frowned, tucking her dark brown hair behind her ears in nervous irritation. She was now suddenly aware that her friendship with Dahjah might be cause for some... misunderstanding.
Without missing a beat Clive turned and was again talking to the cameras. "And Jazz has received raves from both our men and women viewers for being the best friend and most desirable girlfriend. We've received a lot of emails and love poems from some incurably romantic guys." Jazz covered her mouth, blushing but feeling flattered.
Clive continued. "Also, there's a lot of media buzz about Tigrrr. Screenshots of her have become extremely popular downloads from the TreasureQuest website."
Tigrrr smiled and crossed her legs. "Sorry Jazz," she said with a laugh, leaning back in her chair, she stared into the camera with a come-hither smile. "Screen-grab this, guys."
Jazz and Dahjah in the heat of competition
It was a cliché to feel a shock at his touch, but Jazz couldn't help the tremor that ran through her. His hand was strong and warm, and his brown eyes were so steadying, so electric with life and intelligence. Jazz suddenly couldn't catch her breath, feeling her heart race at his nearness, she found herself dearly wanting to hold him even tighter.
Dahjah bent down to her, lightly brushing her lips with his own, a teasing gesture that seemed like an invitation. Jazz surprised herself by responding without thinking or doubting whatsoever. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, seeking his mouth with a hunger she hadn't anticipated. As she kissed him, she felt him smiling beneath her. He's surprised too, she thought in amusement.
Dahjah pressed forward, keeping pace with her own growing fervor, and moved his hands to the back of her head, entwining her silky dark brown hair with his fingers. Jazz opened her brown eyes, almost sleepy with longing, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
But when she leaned into his body, she was brought up short at the sight of the cameraman, his lens trained on the two of them like a leering peeping tom...
(You're a star in the reality TV series TreasureQuest! Bedlam, backstabbing and romance, all televised to millions of viewers. Can you solve the mental puzzles and physical challenges to take home the million dollar prize? Relax as we take you to the lush tropical island of St. Isabelle where you and five other contestants are busy preparing for the televised game show TreasureQuest™. )
Fi Dahjah...
Your own personalized fantasy by "Romance By You Books"
Tropical Treasure pits our clever heroine, Jazz A-Matazz, against our witty hero, Dahjah TheKhonqueringLion, in the reality TV game show, TreasureQuest!
Jazz and Dahjah meet and the games begin!
"You realize it's first come, first served, right?"
Jazz A-Matazz turned away from the open window. She'd thought she was alone in the cottage, the first of the TreasureQuest contestants to arrive from the mainland. But one look at the man standing in the doorway changed that impression.
He was striking, with dark brown hair that highlighted his shining brown eyes. And he was wearing nothing but a towel.
Jazz blinked her brown eyes. She couldn't help but be taken aback, not only by his sudden appearance, but by the fact that he was so at ease with being practically naked in front of a stranger. Not that he had any reason to be ashamed of his looks, or the way the water dripped from his damp, dark brown hair down to his shoulders and chest...
Whoa, girl, get a grip, Jazz told herself in annoyance. You've got three weeks on a tropical island. Start drooling after every half-naked guy you see, and you'll lose track of the whole reason you're playing this game. Then again, maybe that was the point of this man's scantily-clad appearance - to throw her off balance right from the start.
Jazz clasped her suitcase handle tightly, smiling at the stranger. "I know it's first come, first served. That's why I'm here early. Wanted to grab the best view." She held out her free hand. "I'm Jazz A-Matazz by the way."
The man reached over to shake her hand, his own warm and strong. "Dahjah TheKhonqueringLion. It's good to meet you, but you missed my point. I'm afraid this room's taken already," he added, as if the proprietary way he was leaning against the doorframe wasn't making that clear enough.
Jazz couldn't help but notice that his lips were curled into a one-sided smile, somehow merging self-deprecation and arrogance into one charming package. Jazz felt a faint irritation warming her face. Great, another guy who thinks women exist to find him attractive. "I hadn't noticed. And look Towel Boy, if your things aren't here, how do I know you claimed this room first?"...
Jazz receives a simple TreasureQuest clue
Jazz looked down and read the TreasureQuest riddle aloud.
Many challenges you have faced
The prize still lies ahead
But first, Jazz , meet your destiny
Return to that which you dread
Frowning, Jazz glanced up at Dahjah. "That's it? That's the only hint I get?"
"Yes. I'm surprised you didn't figure it out immediately. I'd thought it was crystal clear."
"Return to that which I dread," she murmured, not liking the sound of whatever it meant. And then it hit her like a ton of bricks. "The rope bridge. I have to cross Pont Purgatoire."
Dahjah sarcastically patted her shoulders like a proud pet owner. "Now that's why you're in first place. It's the challenge you abandoned earlier this week. Who would've thought they'd send you back?"
"A girl can dream, can't she?" Jazz joked, although her stomach had suddenly become queasy as she felt panic settle in. "This may be the easiest word puzzle, but the challenge is far from simple..."
Jazz , Dahjah and a TreasureQuest broadcast
Clive Patterson flashed his brilliant white teeth towards the television camera and began. "Spiders and sand crabs and snakes, oh my! It's been some week for our gang here on St. Isabelle, hasn't it? Ready to hear what the audience response has been to our offshore antics?" The TreasureQuest host turned and presented a far-less-toothy smile to his contestants. The television cameras followed Clive's every move, and the large television monitor in the corner gave a colorful display of what the viewers at home were experiencing.
"We're waiting with bated breath," Dahjah sarcastically piped back from across the room.
Clive laughed. "You may be cynical, but it appears the viewers aren't. Dahjah, how are you doing over there? Things are going well for you, aren't they? And the polls are pretty supportive of you and Jazz."
Dahjah had been caught off-guard, and he shifted his position on the sofa between Jazz and Tigrrr. "I'm doing all right, but what's this about a poll?" Dahjah shifted uncomfortably again.
"We conducted a poll on the TQ website asking everyone to predict when you two will consummate your affair." Clive was on a roll. "We've all seen the chemistry between you and Jazz. Some of the emails we've received are rooting for you guys... others aren't quite as supportive."
Jazz frowned, tucking her dark brown hair behind her ears in nervous irritation. She was now suddenly aware that her friendship with Dahjah might be cause for some... misunderstanding.
Without missing a beat Clive turned and was again talking to the cameras. "And Jazz has received raves from both our men and women viewers for being the best friend and most desirable girlfriend. We've received a lot of emails and love poems from some incurably romantic guys." Jazz covered her mouth, blushing but feeling flattered.
Clive continued. "Also, there's a lot of media buzz about Tigrrr. Screenshots of her have become extremely popular downloads from the TreasureQuest website."
Tigrrr smiled and crossed her legs. "Sorry Jazz," she said with a laugh, leaning back in her chair, she stared into the camera with a come-hither smile. "Screen-grab this, guys."
Jazz and Dahjah in the heat of competition
It was a cliché to feel a shock at his touch, but Jazz couldn't help the tremor that ran through her. His hand was strong and warm, and his brown eyes were so steadying, so electric with life and intelligence. Jazz suddenly couldn't catch her breath, feeling her heart race at his nearness, she found herself dearly wanting to hold him even tighter.
Dahjah bent down to her, lightly brushing her lips with his own, a teasing gesture that seemed like an invitation. Jazz surprised herself by responding without thinking or doubting whatsoever. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, seeking his mouth with a hunger she hadn't anticipated. As she kissed him, she felt him smiling beneath her. He's surprised too, she thought in amusement.
Dahjah pressed forward, keeping pace with her own growing fervor, and moved his hands to the back of her head, entwining her silky dark brown hair with his fingers. Jazz opened her brown eyes, almost sleepy with longing, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
But when she leaned into his body, she was brought up short at the sight of the cameraman, his lens trained on the two of them like a leering peeping tom...
(You're a star in the reality TV series TreasureQuest! Bedlam, backstabbing and romance, all televised to millions of viewers. Can you solve the mental puzzles and physical challenges to take home the million dollar prize? Relax as we take you to the lush tropical island of St. Isabelle where you and five other contestants are busy preparing for the televised game show TreasureQuest™. )
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Nuhbaddi get mi a ting. *Run bawl*
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