by Sabrina Devonshire
GENRE: Military romance
After a sudden job lay off, Maya holes up in her apartment, drinking wine and eating ice cream until the day she’s slated to leave for Greece. Even though she’s lost enthusiasm for this Greek island swimming vacation, she’s paid for the trip so she boards the plane.
She figures her life can’t possibly get any worse. She’s unemployed and spent most of her savings hiring a lawyer to collect commissions her corrupt boss refused to pay. She stumbles down to the Lefkada Island dock the first morning jetlagged and grumpy. When she spots a Greek man with a drool-worthy body, her plan is to look casual. Instead, she trips and plunges straight into the water. It wouldn’t be so bad if she never had to see him again. But Eros, a former Hellenic Navy SEAL, is one of her swimming tour companions. He boards the boat, pokes fun at her American mannerisms and asks way too many irritating questions. And he’s so damn hot, he makes her feel confused and distracted all the time. To make matters worse, he’s assigned to be one of her swimming partners.
Maybe Maya could have ignored the simmering attraction between them if it weren’t for the earthquake, the tidal wave and being stranded alone with him on Kalamos Island.
“Don’t put your foot there. Step inside the boat,” Libby urges. With her free hand, she adjusts her sunglasses, which have bright red rims.
“Oh, okay.” My legs feel too far apart to be even close to stable as I launch my lead foot onto the flat surface of the boat bottom. It’s rocking in the gentle waves. Whoa. I wave my arms to regain my balance. I need to re-establish some semblance of equilibrium before I pick up the second foot from solid ground.
That’s when my gaze lands on a drool-worthy man walking nonchalantly down the stairs. I first notice he’s not wearing a shirt. It’s very hard not to notice that every perfectly defined muscle on his chest is tanned to a deep bronze that exaggerates every cut and contour. The sprinkle of dark hair on his chest only makes him look more masculine. Damn, he’s hot. I’m so spellbound by the sight my eyeballs could pop out and splash down in the water in front of me. My tongue and the roof of my mouth feel as dry as the Sahara Desert. My heart races. My eyes water and sting because I can’t blink. If I do, I might miss a second of this spectacular view.
Where the hell did the to-die-for man come from? He wasn’t at the meeting the previous night. Is he part of our group or here to board a different boat? I silently hope he’s with us. Then I reprimand myself for that thought, telling myself now is about the worst time for me to get distracted by some random hot man.
He has to be Greek. His hair is a tangled mass of dark curls and falls well below his shoulders. Dark thick wing-shaped brows draw attention to his large, expressive eyes. Holy shit. My gaze takes a delicious detour back to his body, where it’s already spent too much time lingering. My eyes soak up the view of the muscular planes of his chest and follow the line of dark hair over his six-pack abs until it disappears into his swim trunks. This is the kind of man you dream about and then wake up mad and pounding your pillow over it because you want to be back asleep and not awaking anytime soon.
Libby tugs on my arm, urging me onward. “You’d think you never bloody seen a man before. Would you stop gaping and get your backside on this boat?”
“Oh, sure.” I lift my lagging foot from the dock and raise it over the rim of the inflatable boat. My gaze refuses to unglue itself from Hot Man’s Chest. My foot catches on a rope along the top of the rim. The boat and my body lurches and my hand slips from Libby’s grasp. I look below me and see that the boat has pulled more than two feet away from the dock on the taut rope. I’m in imminent danger of a splashdown.
My arms flap like wings through the empty air and my body tips and sways and I think how embarrassing this situation is just before I make a dramatic splash into the bay.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Sabrina Devonshire, an avid swimmer most of her life, can usually be found near or immersed in a body of water. If she's not seeking an endorphin rush in a pool, lake or ocean, she's often encouraging people to work out or writing a romantic suspense or magazine article.
She received a John Woods Scholarship and an Arizona Commission of the Arts Professional Development Grant toward her participation in a 2007 Prague Summer Program writing workshop. She has a B.S. from Clemson University and an M.S. from the University of Arizona.
Sabrina loves traveling to off-the-beaten-path places where phones and electronic devices tend not to work well. Peru, Nicaragua and Belize are some of her favorites. Sabrina lives in southern Arizona with her husband, two children, and fluffy dog, Sugar.
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