The manuscript, she is done! Deep Blue is printed out! Ready to go! The merman lives! I can’t believe I wrote a book about a merman. HE DOES NOT HAVE A TAIL. Just so you know. So, today is my day off!! I’m going to spend it cleaning the house. Waitaminute, I can’t remember why I’m excited….
Click the “read more” button below to read a short, steamy excerpt from Deep Blue and please look for it in February, 2006, from Silhouette Intimate Moments!!!!
The water was dark, swirling with shadows and one big, fearsomely powerful man. Sienna felt light and heavy, panic and shock so familiar now. Nightmare that would never end, that’s what she was living.
Crazy strangers with guns above.
Crazy stranger holding her captive below.
She was going to die. She was going to drown. He was drowning her. And she was going to have a full-blown panic attack. No way could she think straight. She felt sick, afraid of dying, out of control. She burst to the surface, clawing wildly at the water.
Her feet couldn’t touch bottom. She flung her arms desperately, fighting hysteria. Then something pulled her back down, under the surface, and her mind screamed even as she held onto the gulp of air she’d gotten in that second above the water, and for a sickening beat, she didn’t know what had hold of her.
All she knew was that she was going to drown because whatever had her, it was pulling her down, deeper, and she couldn’t stop it.
Something hit her feet, and she realized with a shock that it was sand. It was the bottom of the lagoon. She contorted her body, fighting frantically, and something pulled her tighter, held down her flailing arms. She was slammed against a hard wall.
No, a chest. A very powerful chest. Him. The man who’d shoved her in the water even as he’d claimed he was saving her life. And there was no way she was going to break free of his grip.
She lifted her head, stopped fighting, knew she was going to die now because she couldn’t hold her breath one more second, and her eyes locked with a fierce liquid gaze that stunned her, it was so near, and then it was even nearer. Something touched her lips–
And in complete, unthinkable shock, she opened her mouth-—that was it, she was going to drown–and his mouth closed over hers and suddenly– She was breathing.
She was breathing.
How could she be breathing? She forgot the water that had been suffocating her a second before. Forgot the deadly men on the bridge, the attacker at the apartment. Forgot that she’d almost been killed more than once in the past twenty minutes.
Then she realized his strong arms had slid around her back and he was stroking her, comforting her, calming her down with efficient control. The sudden gentleness of his hold struck her, and the shocking intimacy of his mouth breathing life into her mouth had her gasp against him, and her tongue touched something warm and sweet. Something that moved against hers. His tongue swept inside her mouth even as he continued to stroke her back, her arms, her shoulders, and she clung, desperate for his air, his amazing, mysterious safety.
Safety that made no sense. She’d been running from him moments before! And yet—-he was everything she knew in this dark, wet world, everything keeping her alive. All the pain and fear and panic receded into a surreal vortex as he sweetly, tenderly, claimed the last shred of her sanity.