Price: $2.99/$2.51 Amazon*
Genre: Mainstream/Interracial/Relationship-based/Sweetly Sensual



Blurb:
How many things can go wrong at one time?

That question plagues feisty divorcée Sharlene Mouton. The banking department she heads takes a trip overseas. She pounds the pavement—and the keyboard—with resumes for ninety-nine weeks. Going home to regroup lands her in the middle of an ecological disaster that threatens her rural Louisiana community. What else can happen? How about repeated run-ins with suave Drake Cormier, the oil company's liaison officer.

Jobless, yet, not hopeless. Oil spill fiasco. Mouton-Cormier feud. Suitor not much older than her daughters.

Sharlene now wonders—how many wrongs make a right?

Excerpt:
She kept tabs on the boaters.

The advancing powerboat zoomed perilously close to hitting her, rocking the small trawler like a cradle. Noise blasted passed her ears as the driver whipped the wheel and the speedboat leaned into a cresting curve. The close call left raucous laughter in the air and a body over the side. It was long gone before the splash sounded or the call for help went out.

He bobbed in the wake a good distance away, still shouting and calling names. It wasn't long before the name calling took a vulgar turn. She watched as he swam to the nearest buoy where he clung for dear life. He swept the horizon with his eyes while circling his life preserver, one hand always in contact. Then—his eyes caught sight of her.

A hand swiped water from his face. "Hey!" his baritone timbre rumbled. That same hand flagged overhead.

The next thing Sharlene knew, he took off in her direction. Strong strokes propelled him within reach of the side ladder in no time flat. That was as far as she permitted for she swung the oar like a weapon. "You're drunk as a skunk."

"No, I'm not, Captain," he countered. "Permission to come aboard."

"Don't patronize me, mister."

"Look around you." He floundered to stay afloat. "I'm not in any position to patronize anybody. Please."

She wasn't feeling very sympathetic at the moment.

"I'm Drake Cormier. I don't bite."

Something unexpected happened in her spirit. Laughter bubbled even as she gave him a direct stare. "I wasn't born yesterday. You're a man, right?"

"Last I looked."

His comment sobered her. She disappeared from the side of the boat. It shocked him when the motor started and his lifeline puttered away. To add insult to injury, she slung a life ring overboard and nearly clocked him. Hearing his pitiful cry, she cut the engine.


Readers, did Drake tell the truth when he said he didn't bite?

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