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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: Sandra Doyle's affair with her boss, Pat, has been running hot and fast--too fast for Sandy's liking. All she wants is to spend some real time together, and a sales conference on the coast seems like the perfect opportunity. Yet Pat cuts their stolent moments short once again when he charters a fishing expedition, trying to land his very first fish. Sandy's a native of Prince Edward Island; being on the deck of a boat is old hat to her. But she's taken by surprise by the windswept, blue-eyed Captain Aiden Foley, who seems to understand her with a sailor's sixth sense. Storms blow up fast on the open sea, and a fight with Pat lets Sandy realize that all the sharks aren't in the water. But in the ebb tide she discovers that fishermen are born patient--as are good lovers...

eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: http://amberquill.com, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2004

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [297 KB], eReader (PDB) [42 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [15 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [15 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [76 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [87 KB], hiebook (KML) [74 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [89 KB], iSilo (PDB) [13 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [16 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [68 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [26 KB]
Words: 4544
Reading time: 12-18 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-59279-254-5

Captain Aiden Foley was sitting on top of the helm's roof in a deck chair, the sun setting behind his back.

"You're missing a spectacular view," I called.

"No, I'm not," he said, gazing down at me with a warm, coppery smile.

It made me tingle. I suspected he'd been watching me from his perch since we'd docked, and maybe even before that. What had he heard of Pat and me? How much had he guessed? I didn't know but his eyes were kind. And interested.

Aiden swung down to the deck, a nimble flash of wiry skill that seemed to belong to a younger man.

"I was just about to make dinner." He tilted his head, an invitation. "Pancakes all right?"

"Perfect."

Down in the snug little galley below deck, I watched him set out the ingredients and I was enraptured by the tight, masculine symmetry of his body: the long V of his torso, the abrupt curve of his buttocks. I imagined pressing myself against his bare skin and desire rose up in a warm, thrilling hum. I'd never considered myself brazen, but at that moment I felt deliciously wanton. One of those witchy Doyle girls...