Grand Gesture: A Drop of Paradise by Alex L. Michaels

Here at TRR, we have some new changes going on, one of which is to have new content for everyone to enjoy. One of these is a featured article column called THE GRAND GESTURE.

In the story, we sometimes have the hero being a jerk to the heroine or somehow hurting her due to some actions or poorly-thought words. We hate him, too, on behalf of the heroine, and we want him to get down on his knees and do some mega-groveling to be worthy once again of the heroine (and satisfy this white-hot anger burning in our heart). Or it could be vice-versa. When done right, we close the book with a satisfied sigh, but when not…well, let’s just say it might involve some book-throwing against the wall.

Alex L. Michaels shared a grand gesture from her book, A Drop of Paradise (Amazon). Enjoy!

He swiftly stood up and started to pace before her, staring at her with a wild look in his eyes.

“You know what,” he growled, “I’m going to wring your neck. And then I’m going to kill you, and then I’m going to…”

She managed to slowly stand up, her legs still wobbly.

“How could you do something so stupid?” he said, staring at her murderously.

“I just wanted to take a quick look around,” she said, lowering her eyes, “to see if I can find my bag. I didn’t even go that far, but suddenly you were all gone—”

“A quick look,” he snorted, shaking his head.

“And then I heard a gunshot and tripped, and fell right into this hole.”

“A gunshot,” Mike said, turning around swiftly and looking at her, “what gunshot? Who shot at you?”

“I don’t know,” Jessica said with a frown, “I fainted, remember? And I didn’t say that they shot at me, only that I was in the near vicinity of the bullet when the gun fired.”

“Jesus,” he said, running his fingers through his hair.

“Look,” she said with a sigh, “let’s just go back. I give up! I’m tired and my head hurts, and this vacation is starting to be much more than I can handle. Let’s just go back to the boat.”

“What boat?” he snorted, grabbing the rope and shoving it back into his bag.

“What do you mean what boat?” she said, blinking in confusion.

“The boat left,” he said, without looking at her.

“What do you mean it left?” she said, as her voice filled with alarm.

When he didn’t answer, she stared at him for a couple of seconds then laughed out loud.

“You’re joking, right? You’re just trying to get back at me for freaking you out, right?” she said.

He sighed heavily.

“Look,” he said slowly, rubbing his forehead, “when we arrived at the beach, you were gone. The storm was coming… or better yet, still is. I had to think of the safety of the passengers, so I told Pedro to take them back. And after that, I went to look for you and it took me an hour to find you. They are long gone by now.”

“What?” Jessica exclaimed, staring at him in disbelief. “How could you do that? How could you let them leave without us? Have you lost your mind?”

“Yes,” Mike shouted, looking at her as if he is going to strangle her, “I have lost my mind the first time I saw you, that’s when. When I should have kept my mouth shut and avoided you like a plague! And now you disappeared without a word, thinking only of yourself… you spoiled, selfish, little brat! You should be grateful that I came back for you in the first place, because if I didn’t, you would probably be dead!”


Alex L. Michaels has been an avid reader since childhood and books have always been an integral part of her life. She always wanted to be a writer, but it took her a long time to get there. She writes poetry and romance novels. Her heroes are roguish and charming, while her heroines are cheeky and courageous. She is currently working on her second novel.

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