Ocean of Love, An Adult Fairytale set on South Beach

 Ocean of Love is now out!
Early to make certain March 11, 2013 official dance-n- shout day wouldn't sneak by.

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Available on Amazon now
and by the 11th other ebook retailers as well.

- Excerpt-

Wyatt stared at her, but he wasn’t gazing at her face. He studied her chest. His expression made her forget her fear. 
“Man, what a rarity. Are those real?”
Frozen, she gaped at him. South Beach was vested with an aura of tell-all, as if nude sunbathing equaled a need to be forthright. Did men from where he hailed speak openly about body parts? She flinched not knowing what he was referring to until his fingers gingerly picked up the pendants she wore around her neck.
“Those are beautiful. Are they real?”
“Come again?” She choked back indignation.
His fingers trailed over her skin before he tugged the chain around her neck. “Some museum pieces? May I?”
An innocent mistake. Of course he wasn’t talking about her breasts.
“This is antique gold,” he murmured, squinting down at her necklace.
“A stack of stamped coins, one on top of another. A couple hundred years old, or so I’ve been told.”
Darn, Wyatt had snuck within her physical comfort zone, past the point where she should have reared back. Marissa had no choice and waited, every one of her nerves stretched taut. She caught herself admiring his dark chest hair on display between the unbuttoned collar of his shirt and hastily looked away.
He spoke as if he were talking to himself. “Appears as if the rubies are embedded from years of being underwater. This is something from a shipwreck rescue isn’t it?”
The distinct urge to bury her face into his shoulder held her in a tug-o-war. He raised his face, connecting with her gaze, expectation of a response in the arch of his brow. There was no way to adequately describe her necklace. A gift from her mother and a treasure she’d had for years. Wyatt had a way of unlocking her vault of feelings. The memory had Marissa coming undone as she furiously blinked back tears. A tide of emotions lodged in her throat. She stepped back, far enough to make him release her necklace.
“A family heirloom,” she said, facing away from him while the breeze lapped at her face. She wiped away pooling tears, pretending to fix strands of her hair floating in the wind.
“Pirate’s booty at some point. Lovely for the setting. I didn’t know such pieces were available. Your family must have quite a connection.”
His innocent comment struck her like a whack to her middle. The truth, he’d have no reason to know, and she had to get ahold of herself. She glanced back at him, absorbing the heat from his eyes. There was no denying, each time he came close sparks flew deep inside her. This surge of uncontrollable excitement raced over her skin and in turn frightened the bejeebers out of her.
“Nothing of the sort,” she murmured. Again, she was reduced to a dithering fool in his presence, caught up in the sound of his voice and the desire for one taste of his mouth.
Wake up. Wyatt was her client, forbidden fruit, especially considering her need for complete secrecy. He was dangerous, something she must avoid, and yet when she returned his gaze, her trepidation did a tap dance off stage, leaving her avidly aroused.
“Let’s look at the site in front of us. Shall we?” she asked, throwing up a diversion, time needed to recoup her common sense.

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25% of the Profits from Ocean of Love will be donated to Ric O'Barry's Dolphin Project

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