It’s time to name the bar on top of the Mystic Isle hotel. Leave your suggestions in a comment below. I’ll pull out my 3 favorite on Monday morning and we’ll put it to a vote. Winner gets an advanced copy of Mystic Isle book 2!
Here’s a brief description of the bar:
You could see everything from up here. Three hundred and sixty gorgeous degrees of Pacific Ocean. Billions of stars. One incredibly close moon. Miles of sandy white beach. Acres of lush tropic forests and mountain peaks.
Clusters of tables offered an amazing view from every chair. A dozen lounge chairs faced the water along each side of the deck, not that she’d ever be able to work on a tan. Spontaneous combustion and all that. The bar itself sat twenty or so. Dozens of shiny bottles provided a backdrop to two incredibly good looking bartenders. They moved so effortlessly past each other she secretly wondered if they were lovers.
Here are a few pictures get your thinking cap going.
