Honeymoon Rebound

Imagine it's your wedding day. The flowers are even more beautiful than you dreamed they would be. Your hair is swept up in a way that makes you look like a classy movie star from old black and white movies. All eyes are on you. Everything is perfect, Except for one minor detail... you know your fiance? The groom? Your husband-to-be? Yeah, he's a no show.

Jilted bride. That's what they call a woman left at the altar, right? Jilted. That's not how I'm going down in history. To hell with my jackass ex-fiance and to hell with crying in my flowers. I'm taking that ten day honeymoon in Hawaii, thank you very much. If I'm going to go cry it out, I can at least get a nice tan while I do it.

However, Hawaii had other plans for me. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined this trip would unleash a wild side to me. It all started with early morning yoga where I got some one on one attention from the drop dead sexy instructor. With his wheat colored hair, blue eyes and dimples he's got me all hot and bothered and agreeing to a date.

Then the very next day I meet this dark haired, gray-eyed, intense surfer guy who gave me a private lesson. He was irresistible, I admit it, I fell under his spell. Like you'd say no to a date with him? I don't think so.

I've never done anything like this before, but I'm loving my naughty little secret. Everything was going great until... they find out about each other.
But to my surprise, they aren't jealous. In fact, they both want me, together... at the same time.

The one thing I've learn from my honeymoon rebound is contrary to the saying, in fact the best way to get over a man is to get under two.