Intrigued By Love (Written in the Stars Book 5)

by Sienna Snow

  INTRIGUED BY LOVE

  Written In The Stars - Book 5

  Sienna Snow

  Contents

  Written In The Stars – Book 5

  Foreword

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Sneak Peek

  Writing In The Stars Books

  Books By Sienna Snow

  Copyright Page

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

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  ISBN - eBook - 978-1-948756-16-7

  ISBN - Print - 978-1-948756-17-4

  Written In The Stars – Book 5

  By Sienna Snow

  Foreword

  Dear Readers,

  Do you believe in destiny? Or do you believe you drive your own fate when it comes to matters of the heart?

  The idea for the Written in the Stars series came about one afternoon as I was thinking about how intertwined we are with the universe and the cosmos—we’re made of stardust, after all. It got me thinking about astrology, and whether something as celestial as our Zodiac signs influenced how we behave in love. Some may call it pseudoscience, while others use their horoscopes daily to make major life, love, and career decisions.

  That’s how this series was born!

  Twelve months. Twelve wickedly talented romance authors. All coming together to answer the age-old question—Does your horoscope decide your fate in love?

  You’ll have to decide for yourself as you binge-read your way through twelve deliciously sexy and deeply romantic stand-alone novellas—one for each Zodiac sign. I can’t wait to start this journey with you. Personally? I think it was written in the stars!

  XO,

  C.M. Albert

  P.S. Please join us in our fun and interactive Written in the Stars readers’ group at https://www.facebook.com/groups/writteninthestarsbooks where we discuss all things horoscope and love related!

  Chapter One

  Kailani

  “Want to hear your horoscope for the day?”

  Raquel, my assistant manager, rushed through the open door of my office, holding a folder in one hand and her smartphone in the other.

  “Not really,” I said, looking up from a stack of papers detailing the events planned for the upcoming month at Lykaios Bora Bora, the luxury resort where I was the general manager and a shareholder.

  “Oh come on, Kailani. Humor me, for once.”

  Raquel had an obsession with zodiac signs, numerology, and anything to do with predictions of the future. Most of the time, I half listened to her rattling on about what the sun, moon, and stars had in store for my future, but today wasn’t the day.

  By midday, the property was going to be swarmed, and it wasn’t going to ease until the first week of the next month. My baby sister, Kalina, Lina Xander under her supermodel-movie-star persona, was marrying A-list Hollywood producer/director, Thaddeus Oliver.

  Thad had decided a destination wedding was the least he could do for my sister and therefore decided to rent the entire resort for over a month. This also meant I had to do everything in my power to make sure my baby sister’s dream wedding became a reality.

  Though I never thought I’d be trying to orchestrate a traditional Hawaiian wedding in French Polynesia. Yes, the two cultures had similarities, but there were many stark differences, mainly ceremonies and traditions passed down over centuries. My mother’s family could trace their Hawaiian roots for generations, and the customs were to be respected, no matter if any of my three siblings or I were in Europe or in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

  Good thing I had my mother and aunts and their almost daily check-in calls to help make it “just the way it’s supposed to be.”

  “Pretty please.” Raquel gave me puppy-dog eyes.

  “Unless you can predict that this celebrity-filled, month-long wedding extravaganza is going to go off without a hitch, I don’t want to hear it.”

  “We’re in the hospitality industry—nothing ever goes off without a hitch. We deal with mercurial guests every day. What works for them in the morning could be a catastrophic disaster by lunchtime.”

  I couldn’t argue with her assessment. The LB, as we called the resort, had a reputation for making everything perfect for its guests, which also meant dealing with moody clientele.

  “Speaking of, did you explain to Mrs. Baker that it wasn’t possible to extend her stay?”

  Raquel sighed dramatically. “I did. Saying she was upset was an understatement, and reminding her that she signed an agreement stating she understood the limited time for her reservation made no difference. She had an epic meltdown, worthy of your sister’s Oscar-nominated performance. But after I offered her a free four-night stay in the villas the next time she was in the area, she mellowed out.”

  Daphne Baker was a country music diva who came with an entourage of twenty and spent more time on vacation than on her music. In the two years since the resort opened, she’d visited the island four times. I knew as soon as I saw her on the reservation list two months ago that we’d have trouble with her, and arranging to give her a free stay was worth the cost of her leaving the island without an international incident.

  “So that means we’ll have an empty property for an hour or two before bedlam ensues.”

  “Why are you so worried? It’s your family who’s coming. I’ve met them. They’re very relaxed people.”

  “It’s not my parents or sisters or my brother I’m worried about. Even Thad is someone I love seeing. It’s everyone else. My extended family and all the A-listers who’ll show up expecting to have everything handed to them.”

  Even though Thad had explicitly limited who his wedding invitees could bring, going as far as having security and background checks done on them, I knew some would bring people who weren’t approved. This would result in a lot of handholding and headaches.

  “At least most of the non-family and friends won’t arrive until the week of the wedding.”

  “True. I just want everything to be perfect for Lina.”

  “It will be.” Raquel handed me the folder she was holding. “Here’s the list of room, villa, and bungalow assignments.”

  I smiled. This was one less thing for me to oversee. “Thank you.”

  “So want to hear your horoscope now that I’ve added back a few hours to your life today?”

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�You’re like a dog with a bone.” I shook my head and then nodded. “Go ahead.”

  She beamed at me, taking the seat across from my desk, and scrolled on her phone.

  “Ready to listen? It looks very important.”

  “Yes, just tell me so I can get back to work.”

  Ignoring my annoyance, she started.

  “Dear Gemini,

  “A blast from the past will force you to confront your dual nature.

  “Love is in the air, but only if you are open to it.

  “Remember, your heart can't heal if you don't examine the wounds.”

  The second Raquel said “a blast from the past,” a vision of gray eyes flashed in my head. Eyes that belonged to a man I’d done everything not to think of ever since Lina had called me about having her wedding on the island. Eyes of the man I couldn’t seem to forget or get over.

  An ache burned in my chest, opening a wound that never truly healed.

  “Shit. Kailani, what did I say? You’ve gone pale. Are you okay?”

  Raquel’s concerned words snapped me out of my panic.

  “Yes. Yes, I’m okay.”

  “Was it the horoscope?” She tapped her lips with a finger before her eyes grew big. “Is one of the wedding guests an ex?”

  I rarely, if ever, discussed my personal life with anyone on the island. It was easier to pretend I was all business instead of a hopeless romantic who was nursing a broken heart.

  “Don’t you have a banquet to oversee?”

  “I get the hint.” Raquel moved to the door.

  “I know you did. I’m going to take the first transport to the airport so I can meet my family. You know how they’ll never let me hear the end of it if I’m even a few seconds late.” I glanced at my watch and winced. “Shit, I’m in trouble. Their plane from Honolulu lands in less than an hour.”

  “Don’t worry about anything. I’ll hold down the fort. Take care of your family. You’re technically a guest for the wedding too.”

  I rolled my eyes. “If only that were possible.”

  “I’m going to make it my mission for you to have fun, even if it means that I have to call in backup. Meaning your mom and aunts.”

  Thinking of my mom and her sisters made me smile. They had this way of getting people to do what they wanted without anyone being the wiser. Just like how they’d inserted themselves into helping me with all the wedding details when I could have managed everything without them.

  On their last visit, Raquel had been “officially” adopted into the family. Which meant if Raquel told them I was overworked, they would close ranks and keep me from doing any of my hotel duties.

  “Warning heard. I’m still going to make sure this wedding happens without a hitch. However, I promise to enjoy time with everyone here.”

  “Maybe someone in the wedding party will tickle your fancy.”

  I pushed down the dread her words brought forth and said, “Nope. Not interested.”

  She shrugged. “It was worth a try.”

  Chapter Two

  Kailani

  I arrived at the Motu Mute Airport just in time for the private jet carrying my family to touch down.

  I couldn’t wait to see everyone. My last visit to Honolulu, where my parents lived, was in December during a three-day stretch between Christmas and New Year’s. I missed my family. Missed my bossy sister Kiana telling me what to do. And it was even worse ever since my brother moved back to Oahu with my sister-in-law, Cora. Lina lived on the mainland but was the one I saw most often due to her jet-setting lifestyle and Hollywood paycheck.

  I made my way to the outdoor waiting area. The wind picked up, cooling my heated skin. Inhaling deep, I let the light floral scent mixed with the salty ocean air engulf my senses. I loved living in French Polynesia and especially Bora Bora. Yes, it was a tourist destination, but it was no way near as overwhelming as Las Vegas or Honolulu, where I’d grown up.

  I couldn’t wait for my parents, Colonel Isaiah Alexander and Major Malia Alexander to enjoy the beachfront bungalow I’d reserved for them.

  Papa had officially retired from the Air Force after serving thirty-five years, most of it at Hickam Air Force Base, and he deserved some well-earned rest and relaxation. Papa was so much fun when he wasn’t worried about getting back to work or taking too much time off.

  Maybe he could get Mama to join him in some unwinding for a bit before the wedding craziness started. Though I highly doubted it. Mama had retired five years ago but still worked as a nurse on a part-time basis. She was one of those women who couldn’t sit still and would rather work in a busy hospital than stay home.

  My sister Lina had inherited my mother’s drive. She’d moved to Hollywood to work behind the scenes as a production assistant and ended up in front of the camera when a designer told her that her unique Hawaiian and Black heritage was the perfect look for a fashion campaign he was putting together. As if overnight, Lina became a household name, which eventually led to her getting a role in a film Thad was producing.

  My other sister Kiana and sister-in-law, Cora, were successful in their own right. Kiana was an up-and-coming photographer, and Cora was a cardiac surgeon. She was also five months pregnant with a little girl. My brother, Kevin, had followed Papa into the military but instead of making the Air Force a long-term career, he’d gone into private security with a group of friends. His company was in charge of making sure no one without authorization stepped foot on Lykaios Bora Bora.

  The sounds of airplane engines booming around me snapped me out of my thoughts. A few seconds later, Thad’s jet with the Oliver Studios logo came into view.

  It pulled to a stop and a set of rolling stairs moved in its direction. After a few minutes, the door opened and I saw Papa standing there.

  I jumped up and down with excitement. I was a grown woman of twenty-nine, but seeing my dad always made me giddy. He was a hard military man to everyone but his family. With us he was mushy peas, as Mama liked to say.

  His gaze landed on me, and a big smile broke out on his face. Taking the stairs down two at a time, he walked to me. I rushed toward him and jumped into his arms.

  “Oh Papa, I missed you so much.”

  He squeezed me tight. “Baby girl, I’m so happy to see you.”

  The feel of his arms around me gave me the comfort I’d needed ever since Raquel had read my horoscope and the worry about the past had crept in.

  Kissing my forehead, Papa set me down. “Go say hello to your mama or she’ll get jealous that I’m getting all the love.”

  I slid out of his hold, gave him a peck on the cheek, and then moved toward Mama, my sisters, and Cora.

  My heart was so happy to see all of them. And being in the company of my family for a few minutes felt as if it hadn’t been months since I’d seen them. Cora was finally showing and it made my heart squeeze a little, reminding me of all the plans I’d had and how they’d evaporated.

  Once we were done with our squeals and hugs, I asked, “Where are Kevin and Thad?”

  “The guys were finishing a game of Halo.” Lina rolled her eyes. “You know how competitive they get.”

  “It was more that Jax was kicking their asses and they wanted rematches,” Kiana said.

  My stomach clenched as if I’d been punched in the gut. “Jax is here?”

  “Duh. He’s the best man.” Kiana studied my face and then glared at Lina when she shoved her.

  At that moment, said man emerged from the plane.

  My heartbeat immediately jumped, and all the pain of the past few years reared its ugly head.

  I swallowed the lump in my throat.

  God, he was gorgeous. Dark black hair cut close on the sides and longer on top. A face sculpted by the gods and a body I knew was chiseled to perfection under the designer button-down shirt and pants. He had a golden tan that was shades darker than the one he’d sported when we lived together in Vegas.

  He oozed power, affluence, and confidence. Those had been the things
that had attracted me when he’d joined a weekly poker game I attended with some of my coworkers at the casino where I’d interned. And the tattoos that covered his arms and neck gave him a rebel vibe one wouldn’t expect in a guy who spent his days wearing a suit and charming his elite clientele.

  I’d known he was out of my league from the beginning and tried to resist the pull he’d had on me. It had taken two months for me to agree to go out with him. Our first date had been the exact opposite of what I’d expected. Instead of wining and dining me as I’d expect any high roller in Vegas to do, he’d taken me to a go-kart park to race cars and play video games. He’d heard me talk about the outings I’d had with Papa as a child and decided to recreate one of them.

  I’d fallen for him that night.

  His gray eyes landed on mine, and without thinking I stepped back, bumping into Cora.

  She steadied me, whispering, “Are you okay? I told them we should’ve let you know he was coming with us, but Lina said you were over him and not to worry. When I tried to text you, they took my phone away.”

  I kept quiet and continued to watch him. There was heat in his gaze, reminding me of nights spent bound to our bed and lost in pleasure.

  “Oh yeah, they’re definitely over each other,” Kiana muttered. “Not. Tell us again that you aren’t still in love with him, Kailani.”