Books with author Zachary Mitchell

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.Rated R for language, crude humor, and sexual innuendos. Rated A+ for entertainment value.

Technically, there’s only one girl on this island that I’ve been told to stay away from. One.And she just showed up on my doorstep looking like a hooker at a ho parade. Why, you ask? Well, according to her, I’m the only one on Paradise Isle that can help her. The only. Fucking. One. Go figure. So what am I supposed to do? Turn her away and look like an asshole? This whole “being a good person thing” isn’t as easy as it’s cracked up to be. Bear with me, will you? I’m still learning the ropes. There is one thing I’ve learned in my attempts at turning over a new leaf, though. If I can help someone out of a tight spot, I should do it. Right?So now I’m determined to do just that and prove to everyone on this island that I’m a decent guy. Even if that means risking my own neck. That’s right—I’m back. And I’ve got a whopper of a story to tell you. Oh. And Al’s coming along for the ride. But don’t worry, I’ve got the wheel. (Mostly because he can’t see over it.) Hang on tight. Because Drunk’s Driving. More Caribbean flavored adventure. An octogenarian with a distaste for John Deere Green. And a hooker with an attitude. What could be more fun than that? Rated R for colorful language, crude humor, sexual innuendos, and the occasional non-PC remark. Rated A+ for entertainment value. **Oh, and one more thing. While I’m not one of those people who’ll tell you what to do with your life or anything, I will say, if you haven’t read Drunk on a Plane or Drunk on a Boat, you might wanna start there. You’d find this story a lot more entertaining if you did. That said, this story can stand on its own two feet if required to do so.

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.Rated R for language, crude humor, and sexual innuendos. Rated A+ for entertainment value.

Technically, there’s only one girl on this island that I’ve been told to stay away from. One. And she just showed up on my doorstep looking like a hooker at a ho parade. Why, you ask? Well, according to her, I’m the only one on Paradise Isle that can help her. The only. Fucking. One. Go figure. So what am I supposed to do? Turn her away and look like an asshole? This whole “being a good person thing” isn’t as easy as it’s cracked up to be. Bear with me, will you? I’m still learning the ropes. There is one thing I’ve learned in my attempts at turning over a new leaf, though. If I can help someone out of a tight spot, I should do it. Right? So now I’m determined to do just that and prove to everyone on this island that I’m a decent guy. Even if that means risking my own neck. That’s right—I’m back. And I’ve got a whopper of a story to tell you. Oh. And Al’s coming along for the ride. But don’t worry, I’ve got the wheel. (Mostly because he can’t see over it.) Hang on tight. Because Drunk’s Driving. More Caribbean flavored adventure. An octogenarian with a distaste for John Deere Green. And a hooker with an attitude. What could be more fun than that? Rated R for colorful language, crude humor, sexual innuendos, and the occasional non-PC remark. Rated A+ for entertainment value. **Oh, and one more thing. While I’m not one of those people who’ll tell you what to do with your life or anything, I will say, if you haven’t read Drunk on a Plane or Drunk on a Boat, you might wanna start there. You’d find this story a lot more entertaining if you did. That said, this story can stand on its own two feet if required to do so.