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HEART'S DESIRE ... Under the Taribou Moon
Overview
Ciara Blakeshore
didn't plan on getting fired from the New York City public relations agency
she had practically built.
She also didn't
plan on flying to Taribou Island, a little-known hamlet tucked away in the
Caribbean near Turks and Caicos, to lick her wounds and repair her mangled
pride. But she had, and she was glad she
did. While in the Caribbean, on a whim, she decides to stay and take a shot at
making the tropical paradise her home. But there was one caveat to being
able to remain on the island long-term: she needed residency.
Ciara knew she could
get legal status one of three ways: by
getting a job; by marrying a local; or, by starting her own business.
The first two were
out the window. There was no way she was
working on anybody’s job -- ever again – especially
after what had happened in Manhattan. And getting married would require a
husband, and that was simply nowhere on the radar. Her life was a complete and
utter mess, and the absolute last thing on her mind was finding a man.
The third option seemed
to be the best: starting a business. And
that’s exactly what she set out to do.
But when she meets
the handsome Gunnar Davenport, emotions run high, passion is in the driver’s
seat, and her life takes another unexpected turn. The owner of Taribou Moon Oceanside Resort and Spa, Gunnar has
his own plan of action for the feisty, irresistible Ciara Blakeshore. And settling
down as the wife of the Caribbean’s most prominent business owner, who has his
own sorted past, may be closer than she realizes.
BOOK EXCERPT
A week
later, Ciara was sitting in the lobby area of the office complex of the Taribou
Moon Resort waiting to meet with Gunnar Davenport. PAMELA MORRIS. That’s what the name plate on
the assistant’s desk read.
“Thank
you, Pamela,” Ciara said, continuing the charade as if she knew the woman from
perhaps a previous office visit with Gunnar.
The older
lady with the short, salt-and-pepper afro peered at Ciara over thick
eyeglasses. She politely gestured for her to take a seat on the leather couch
near her desk.
“Mr.
Davenport will be right out,” she said.
“Can I offer you some coffee or tea while you wait?” the lady asked.
“No, no,
I’m fine, but thank you,” Ciara said, pulling a folder from her briefcase as
she sat down.
After just
a little while, Gunnar Davenport strode into the lobby.
Unmistakable. It was the same perfect man
she’d seen running on the beach.
His tall,
strapping form was clad in dark linen slacks, a white t-shirt, and wide leather
sandals. Up close, chiseled features, perfectly tanned skin, and a dark, wily
mane made him more striking.
Feeling
suddenly, hot, wobbly, and overdressed in her formal business attire, Ciara
swallowed hard and tried to find her voice. Her lilac linen suit consisted of a
skirt that landed comfortably above the knee. The cropped jacket plunged
slightly to reveal an enticing, yet respectable peek at her curvaceous
bosom. Pearls, a couple of pieces of
strategically placed jewelry, and square-toed heels accessorized her
nine-to-five Manhattan attire.
“Good
morning,” Gunnar said, letting his eyes discreetly rake over this ravishing
woman from head to toe.
She looked
too young to have any day-time business with him. And she was no island girl;
he instinctively knew that. A salesperson? Hardly. She didn’t have that look
about her. Maybe she was there to apply for the Marketing Director’s position after
all. But Pamela had said it was definitely not an interview.
Why had
she come to Taribou Moon to see him?
Whatever the reason, Gunnar was pleasantly surprised to see the woman
standing in front of him.
She was beautiful.
Her
naturally seductive appearance was accented by a beautiful suit that showed off
her shapely body; soft, black curls cascaded about her slight shoulders, and
her caramel-colored skin glowed with slight perspiration … even her sweat
aroused him.
Gunnar
shifted from side to side, in effort to adjust the bulge knocking between his
legs. His eyes traveled the V from her
jacket down to the curves of her breasts. This was a business meeting, he knew,
but a vision of her ripe nipples -- the imprints of which were not being hidden
very well by the light fabric of her suit -- in his mouth came to mind. Gunnar put his hands in his pockets as he
looked at her, trying hard not to stare.
Pointy
high-heels added at least two and a half inches to her height, though it was
easy to see she was not a tall woman. But there was something about her
unwavering gaze, seemingly intent on not letting his presence make her nervous,
let him know she was nobody’s little lady.
“Good
morning, Mr. Davenport,” Ciara said, outstretching her right hand in her most
professional manner.
“You can
call me Gunnar,” the man said in a husky, sexy voice, reaching out to shake her
hand.
The heat
from her tiny palm made Gunnar stir.
As his
broad, rigid hand touched hers, Ciara couldn't help but remember envisioning
making love to him in her bathtub a week ago.
END OF BOOK EXCERPT
**NEW Romance Book Release**
HEART'S DESIRE ... Under the Taribou Moon
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