Casting Couch – Bandicoot Cove

I’ve two heroes in my next Bandicoot Cove book, Sunset Heat. A British Award-winning wildlife cinematographer who also happens to be the consumate rake, and an Australian firefighter who doesn’t waste words, doesn’t like to lose and enjoys a laugh with his mates.

Casting both of them were tricky, but the decision was firmly made when these two walked into my “casting room”.

Who do you think is whom?


And just to whet your appetite, here’s a little (unedited) snippet…

Okay, if he had to be honest, being tired had little to do with organizing Aidan’s Buck Night and everything to do with the gorgeous beach just outside his door, the stunning pool just around the corner from his door and the maniacal Brit currently showering in the suite’s opulent bathroom. If he’d known his cousin was going to be his “Plus One” to Aidan and Mack’s wedding when he’d received the invitation he’d have started training for this weekend six months earlier. It wasn’t until the man launched himself, full-tilt, into the surf at Newcastle three hours after arriving from England that Luke remembered just how bloody fit his cousin was. And how competitive.

Fun though. Lots of fun. Another reason you’re so exhausted. Tell me Luke, just how did he convince you to a dance-off last night? And when was the last time you spent five hours plus doing little but the Macarena, the Nut Bush, the Time Warp and the Chicken Dance?

Luke chuckled again. Never. Of course, neither had Addison Ellis Lancaster, but that didn’t stop either of them. When it came to competing, the award-winning wildlife cinematographer from London was an all-or-nothing player, even in something as ludicrous as a dance-off. God help them both if they lived in the same country. They’d be dead from competition over-drive.

“Head’s up, convict,” a deep voice called, a second before a damp towel whacked into the back of Luke’s head.

Luke pulled a face, unwrapped the length of thick cotton from around his neck and tossed it back to his cousin. “Will you bloody well stop calling me convict? You damn well know my ancestors didn’t come over on the First Fleet.”

The man grinned at him, his brilliantly white teeth flashing in the room’s early morning sunlight. He rounded the sofa and flopped his six foot two lanky frame onto it. “Says you. Just cause your great great great great great grandfather was my great great great great great grandfather’s cousin doesn’t mean he wasn’t a criminal deported for his crimes.”

Luke shook his head with a chuckle. “You’re an idiot. Tell me again why I brought you to this event when I could have brought any one from a bevy of beautiful women from back home instead?”

“Because I’m blood, Luke. I’m blood. And blood is thicker than a bevy of beautiful women’s water any day.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “True that may be, but apart from that statement sounding just plain wrong, blood isn’t getting me laid tonight.”

Addison raised eyebrows as dark as his hair—which was black and thick and glossy. “Is that all you Australians every think about? Sex?”

Luke laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t play the offended innocent with me, Ado. It’s all you Poms think about as well. If I remember correctly, the only reason you became a wildlife cinematographer was to, and I quote, ‘impress the ladies with my far-from-hum-drum career’. How many times have you scored since arriving in Australia a week ago with the line, ‘I photograph wild lions for a living. What do you do?’”

Addison tipped his head, acknowledging the compliment Luke had apparently given. “Many times, Luke. Many times. Probably as many times as you’ve used the line, ‘I’m a firefighter. Check out my big muscles.’”

Luke grinned. Okay, his cousin had him on that one. When it came to picking-up, being a firefighter pretty much was a dream job.

“So, convict,” Addison crossed his ankles on the coffee table and threaded his fingers behind his head, his dark blue eyes glinting with mischief, “we’ve swum, we’ve snorkeled and we’ve chatted up the waitresses and it’s only ten a.m. What’s the plan for the rest of today?”

Luke scratched at his stomach, the memory of the little cutie who served them breakfast not an hour ago stirring pleasant sensations in his groin. She was quite lovely and completely charmed by them both. Maybe they could head back to the bistro for some coffee before Luke headed to the island’s main dock? A quick flirt before Aidan arrived by seaplane?

He shot his cousin a sideward glance. “Fancy some coffee at the place we had breakfast?”

Addison’s lips curled away from his teeth. “That sounds like a fine idea. Think you can handle seeing me get the girl again?”

Luke smacked Addison’s in the gut with his fist, chuckling at the way his cousin jack-knifed into a laughing, coughing ball. “Think you can handle being beaten by a convict this time?”

Five minutes later, they made their way through the resort’s lush tropical gardens, heading for Seaspray Bistro and the waitress who’d more than welcomed their earlier flirting.

And stopped when a naked woman ran out of a suite’s open door directly across their path. A completely naked woman.

Completely naked and absolutely gorgeous.


So, based on that snippet, who do you think the above are? There’s a prize in it for the first correct guesser in the comments below *grin* Yep, a copy of Tropical Sin, my first Bandicoot Cove book. (How’s that for an impromptu contest?)


4 Responses to “Casting Couch – Bandicoot Cove”

  1. I don’ t need the first book. I bought them all and loved them. Just had to say though that I loved the snippet and would you please stop tempting me. I do have books that I HAVE to read and review. I can’t be spending all my time reading books I want to and my TBR pile is taller than me.

    On the other hand, wonderful youngest son pretty much finished putting the flooring on my new library. Bookshelves, cases and books will start being moved tomorrow. Maybe a good relaxing book should be on the list of things to do.

    • Terri, you truly know how to make an author smile. Thank you.

      And yes, I think a good relaxing book is definitely on order. May I suggest one of my favourites? Jennifer Crusie’s Welcome to Temptation. Love love love it! 🙂

  2. Don’t enter myself either as I also own these books just wanted to pop in and say that was a great excerpt Lexxie. But if I had to guess I’d say the first one is the Firefighter. Don’t tell me if I’m right, I’ll see when you name the winner. I just love contests.

  3. Katherine Says:

    Both of these guys are yummy!
    My guess: the first gentleman is the firefighter, the second is the British photographer.
    Honestly I’d be happy with either or both! *blush*

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