The Silkie's Call
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by Laura Browning
Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Romance
Description: He's hot, he's sexy, and he's a seal! For seven years, Cayden Clifton's had to stay away from the woman he can't forget. But now his banishment is over and he's returning to claim Annabel Barton, if she'll accept him for what he is? a Silkie. Annabel has returned to Long Island Sound to close up her father's home. The place holds nothing but bitter memories of a summer that changed her life forever. She lost the boy she loved and the use of her legs. The last person she wants or expects to see is Cayden. He walked away from her when he found out she was paralyzed, so what could he want with her now?
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Black Rose, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: November 2010
8 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [323 KB]
Reading time: 215-302 min.
Annabel dragged her hand across her eyes with sudden decision. Without bothering to remove the t-shirt she slept in, she dove off the end of the dock and swam out and away. At least here she felt at home, felt normal. She could pretend that nothing was different, that she was still strong and beautiful, able to swim and run and sail. To do all the things she had always loved doing. For a time at least she could forget the crutches that sat on the dock, could forget the wheelchair that sat ready for those times when her weakened limbs wouldn't tolerate her attempts to walk. And God! Tonight she needed to forget.
She swam along the shore, careful not to stray too far out. She had limits now, limits her body would make her only too aware of each and every time she tried to move beyond them. It was time to turn around. Fool! She was just asking to spend a day or two in bed at this rate.
"A little late for a swim, isn't it Annabel?"
The deep voice startled her. Cay! She floundered. Unable to effectively use her legs to tread water, she frantically scissored her arms to regain her equilibrium. Hard fingers closed around her upper arms. He grabbed her, holding her pressed against him while he stood, his feet firmly planted on the bottom of the bay.
"What the hell were you thinking? Out here swimming by yourself as drunk as you were earlier?"
"Leave me alone, Cayden!" she protested, arching away from him and pushing at him with her hands. Even as her mind panicked her body reacted to him, nipples hardened with desire and the ache of emptiness between her thighs. No, not again! At that moment she hated her body even more. Even in the darkness, she saw his nostrils flare as the scent of her arousal rose up to him. She didn't want this; it was too painful. He was in her past and he should stay there, not see her like she was, not see her as a cripple! "Go away!"