by Sabrina Devonshire
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GENRE: Military romance
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BLURB:
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.
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EXCERPT
“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.
Price is $1.99 for the duration of the tour
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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.
Twitter: @SabrinaDevonsh1
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