Dear Sis from St. Maarten

***As promised, these emails were snagged off the virtual server of Brent’s sailing vessel and are presented to you one per day. Who’s Brent you ask? He’s our Love Boat Bachelor, and you can read about his daily exploits at Write Integrity Press! Don’t miss a day of his romantic adventure! And don’t forget, after reading this last chapter, you can vote for your favorite bachelorette from this afternoon until February 7! Make sure your favorite gal wins Brent’s heart!

Dear Sis,

I visited the duty-free shop on the ship today. Trying to decide on a souvenir for you. Don’t argue. You deserve something truly special. I’m having some trouble, though. I can’t choose between the

Dear Sis from Barbados

***As promised, these emails were snagged off the virtual server of Brent’s sailing vessel and are presented to you one per day. Who’s Brent you ask? He’s our Love Boat Bachelor, and you can read about his daily exploits at Write Integrity Press! Don’t miss a day of his romantic adventure!

Dear Sis,

It’s amazing how all of these places can be so similar and yet so different. It’s like music from the same era. The rhythm connects them, but every artist has their own spin on the song. And as to music, these stops radiate with it. Guitars, something akin to xylophones, and of course all of those

Dear Sis from Bonaire

***As promised, these emails were snagged off the virtual server of Brent’s sailing vessel and are presented to you one per day. Who’s Brent you ask? He’s our Love Boat Bachelor, and you can read about his daily exploits at Write Integrity Press! Don’t miss a day of his romantic adventure!

Dear Sis,

I’m really blowing it, here. Remember that couple that fussed at me for trying to help them when I wasn’t married. Well, I’ve done it again. Not the same way. This time the fault was completely mine. I just failed.

I know you think

Dear Sis from the Caribbean Sea

***As promised, these emails were snagged off the virtual server of Brent’s sailing vessel and are presented to you one per day. Who’s Brent you ask? He’s our Love Boat Bachelor, and you can read about his daily exploits at Write Integrity Press! Don’t miss a day of his romantic adventure!

Dear Sis,

I actually ventured out of my office today. I jogged the Sports Deck track. Amazing view up there. Had lunch on the Lido Deck and survived the buffet. Not the food. It’s delicious. I felt like I was part of a

Dear Sis from Aruba

***As promised, these emails were snagged off the virtual server of Brent’s sailing vessel and are presented to you one per day. Who’s Brent you ask? He’s our Love Boat Bachelor, and you can read about his daily exploits at Write Integrity Press! Don’t miss a day of his romantic adventure!

Dear Sis,

Remember that old toy I got. I had to be no more than five years old. It was an action figure with blond hair only bigger than the little miniatures today. Stretch something. Anyway, he was full of some type of gel and would stretch like Mr. Fantastic.

Well, I’m that guy. No, really. I had dinner tonight with two Barbie clones. Twins. When they sat down, my shields went up right away. But they seemed friendly and nice enough. I sat back and listened mostly. Until they

Dear Sis from Limon, Costa Rica

***As promised, these emails were snagged off the virtual server of Brent’s sailing vessel and are presented to you one per day. Who’s Brent you ask? He’s our Love Boat Bachelor, and you can read about his daily exploits at Write Integrity Press! Don’t miss a day of his romantic adventure!

Dear Sis,

You’ll be happy to know that I caught a wife this morning. Not my wife. And her husband wasn’t too thrilled about it. It was an accident, but the octogenarian couldn’t have been sweeter. She considered me

Dear Sis from Grand Cayman

***As promised, these emails were snagged off the virtual server of Brent’s sailing vessel and are presented to you one per day. Who’s Brent you ask? He’s our Love Boat Bachelor, and you can read about his daily exploits at Write Integrity Press! Don’t miss a day of his romantic adventure!

Dear Sis,

I had a nice time visiting Grand Cayman, but I have to tell you, I think I’m failing more than succeeding on this trip. I know you don’t get my faith. But I have a friend in Jesus, and I work to keep getting to know Him better. I want to follow Him wherever He wants me to go. That’s hard to understand, but it’s my heart.

So anyway, I’m counseling this couple who are about ready to

Dear Sis from Cozumel

***As promised, these emails were snagged off the virtual server of Brent’s sailing vessel and are presented to you one per day. Who’s Brent you ask? He’s our Love Boat Bachelor, and you can read about his daily exploits at Write Integrity Press! Don’t miss a day of his romantic adventure!

Dear Sis,

Okay, so this trip isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I saw some of the most amazing fish today. First, there were flying fish just off the starboard side of the boat. Yes, I’m learning the lingo. These fish were the strangest thing I’ve ever seen. They would hurl themselves out of the water and stay in flight for half a minute or more. And I’m not just talking about one fish here or there. There was a swarm of them as we neared Cozumel. Like

Dear Sis from Outside Charleston

***As promised, these emails were snagged off the virtual server of Brent’s sailing vessel and are presented to you one per day. Who’s Brent you ask? He’s our Love Boat Bachelor, and you can read about his daily exploits at Write Integrity Press! Don’t miss a day of his romantic adventure!

Roselle,

You have a lot of explaining to do. It’s one thing to wrangle me into two weeks of “get away” time, but caging me on this floating matrimony trap? What were you thinking, Sis? I wasn’t on the deck five minutes before some painted female started hitting on me.

I have a feeling you’re going to be delighted that I’m