I missed last week’s hop, but I’m back today with a hook from my paranormal erotic romance Rough Weather. The book seems quite topical, given all the hurricanes and typhoons that have afflicted the world lately.
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Blurb
Blurb
Destiny
hides in the tempest’s heart
Ondine
has always felt at home in the sea. Orphaned at birth and raised by
her grandmother on the island of Martha’s Vineyard, she has never
really questioned her extraordinary affinity for the watery world.
She concentrates on her work as a marine biologist, spends her
weekends relaxing among the waves and worries about human threats to
her beloved ocean environment. Fears of a deadly pregnancy like her
mother’s make her cautious about sex.
When
she encounters an attractive but arrogant engineer on her private
beach, surveying the site for a prospective off-shore wind farm,
anger is her first reaction. A casual touch, however, transforms that
emotion to incomprehensible, irresistible, terrifying lust.
Ebony-skinned
Marut has his own talents—aside from his uncanny ability to swamp
Ondine with desire. He can control the winds and summon storms. He
informs Ondine that they share a supernatural heritage and claims she
is his destined mate. She responds with scepticism and tries to
resist the charismatic Haitian, but ultimately her scientist’s
training won’t permit her to deny the evidence of her senses—and
her heart. As a brutal northeaster batters the island and Marut’s
life hangs in the balance, Ondine learns that true power lies in
surrender to her elemental nature.
The Hook
“Wind
is far less destructive than fossil fuels. You know that.”
The
stranger cupped his tea mug in his big hands. Marut, he called
himself. His handsome face wore an earnest expression, while his body
was wrapped in her old terrycloth robe, the one she planned to donate
to Goodwill. Meanwhile, Ondine herself wore a loose T-shirt and
sweatpants that effectively hid her curves. No sense tempting fate.
She
hadn’t intended to bring him here, but his clothing was soaked and,
like her, he had bloody abrasions on his hands and knees from their
fierce encounter on the rocks. So she’d led him over the
dunes—careful not to touch him—to the weathered clapboard house
she’d inherited from her grandmother. After giving him antiseptic
and Band Aids, she’d left him alone in the downstairs bathroom to
clean himself up and tend to his wounds. She certainly didn’t
intend to play nurse to him, that was certain. She had no idea what
had possessed her out on the beach, but she didn’t want to
experience it again.
Not
that it hadn’t felt wondrous. Indeed, every time she looked at him,
she recalled the overwhelming hunger that had seized her and the
intense sensations of their frantic coupling. The pleasure had been
incredible. The loss of control, though, had been terrifying.
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5 comments:
What a lovely cover.
Interesting! Loss of control was terrifying. Makes you want to read more.
Gotta love a man who cares about the environment. :-)
Great Cover!
Now I'm really wondering what happened at the water.
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