The Silkie's Salvation
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by Laura Browning
Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Romance
Description: Keeley McNamara's grandfather is dying, and she'll do almost anything to make his final days happy, even making him think her boss is the man in her life. But Ciaran Clifton is nobody's idea of a hero. A Silkie kicked out by his own kind, Ciaran's only way back to the sea is to prove he can be nice to humans. As far as he's concerned Keeley's annoying and abrasive, but the best private chef around. So he's kept his hands off her until the day she nearly drowns. Already attracted to her, his fascination grows, but Ciaran discovers Keeley's got a few secrets of her own, including the fact she's not quite human. The magic she works on him turns the emotional heat to sizzling. It could restore the heritage he destroyed, but separate them forever. Book 2 of the Sea Lovers Series
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Scarlet Rose, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: May 2011
9 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [392 KB]
Reading time: 261-366 min.
"I owe you an apology," she whispered. "For this morning. You saved my life and I-I overreacted."
He smiled, his teeth white against the tan of his skin. "Then dance with me, and you can tell me how sorry you are."
His voice stroked along her eardrums like satin sheets on bare skin. When he held out his hand, she placed hers in it and he helped her up. The dance floor was crowded; he pulled her against his broad chest. The hand holding hers pressed it against his heart, while his other hand splayed across her lower back.
"Relax," he told her, his mouth near her ear. "I won't hurt you."
She nodded, but still found it hard not to be stiff against him.
"Just listen to the music, Keeley, and let it go. Let it go."
His cheek touched the top of her head. She closed her eyes and inhaled the warm, familiar scent of him. She hadn't realized how accustomed she had become to it, and she wondered how he would taste. Oh God! What was she thinking? She swallowed nervously. Her hand trembled in his. The music, the wine, and the feel of him moving gently, confidently around the floor were making her hot and lethargic. The urge to lean into him so she could feel the firmness of his body against her cheek, her breasts, and her belly nearly overwhelmed her. When his thigh brushed against her aching mound, Keeley gasped.