Big Bare Island

Black lipstick. Combat boots. Nothing else.

Jesse Marie has been fired three times for the same offense: refusing to help her bosses squeeze customers dry. So when a naturist kingdom in the middle of the Pacific offers this corporate goth a job, she takes it. The black wardrobe stays home. The combat boots are non-negotiable.

Her new boss is King Louis the Sun God, a retired Chicago homicide detective whose six island rules boil down to get naked and don't be a jerk. He's hired Jess as his Chief Problem Solver, and it turns out paradise has plenty of problems. A few of them are even normal. Well, almost normal…

Goths and naturists have more in common than you'd think. Both know what it's like to be the weirdo. And both know how to make room for one more.