Drunk on a Plane: The Misadventures of a Drunk in Paradise: Book 1

So, I’m Drunk.

Daniel T. Drunk, Jr. if you really wanna know. And I’m on a plane headed to Paradise Isle on the trip of a lifetime. The occasion? My honeymoon. Except, there’s only one problem.

I’m riding solo.

It’s a really long story, and if you don’t mind, I’d prefer to leave it at that.

Really? You must know? Fine, I get it. You’re the nosey type. Here’s the abbreviated version. I came within an inch of marrying a cheating slut. There. Get the picture? Good.

But that’s not what this story is about. This story is about what happened after I got to Paradise and a dead body showed up in my motel room.

And, of course, the cops tried to blame it on me.

And then the actual murderer decided they wanted me dead too.

Fuck.

The hits just kept on coming.

And to top it all off. This woman started following me around the island, and she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off me. But not in a good way.

So if you’re interested in a bit of Caribbean flavored action and adventure, with a hint of sexual tension, a dash of unapologetic profanity, and a kick-ass ending, then this is your book.

If you’re looking for the next best piece of literature since – oh, hell, who am I kidding? I don’t know shit about good literature. But if that’s what you’re looking for, then keep moving, cause this ain’t that.

If, however, you’re like me and just looking for a good time, then I’m your fella. I promise you, you won’t be disappointed.