All little girls dream of mermaids. In Ocean's Kiss by J.T. Cheyanne big girls can dream about them too in this romantically suspenseful story. To learn more about this book visit the other blogs hosting this tour listed here. There's also a giveaway associated with this tour so keep reading to enter...
At the age of seven, Devan McDaniel awakened to a new world full of color, noise, and clarity. On vacation with her mother, she waded into the warm waters of the Atlantic and her life changed. It, the debilitating affliction she’d struggled with since birth, disappeared. But, Devan wasn’t free. To control It, she maintained a strict routine of daily visits to the salty depths. Lack of vigilance sent her careening back into Its black void of sensory deprivation. Devan didn’t mind the swims. She loved the ocean and her Furies. The three dolphins had shown up almost a year after her family moved to the seaside and were her constant companions when she entered the sea. But lately, Devan yearned for more. She longed to find a man who could love her and accept It.
Dominic Cole lived and breathed the ocean. He’d entered the Navy and qualified for one of the elite SEAL teams. After a disillusioning mission, he retired. Unable to separate from his love of the sea, he settled down in Florida, where he set to work as a marine biologist. The small cove he researched offered up many interesting surprises, including three friendly dolphins. Dominic’s peace didn’t last. His highly tuned senses warned him danger lurked.
A blind date arranged by mutual friends brought Dominic and Devan together. Stunned by his immediate reaction to her, Dominic found himself agreeing to diving lessons. In a matter of weeks, Devan mastered the skills required and in the process, fell mask-over-flippers in love with the powerful, stoic instructor. Resisting Devan’s allure, Dominic struggled to keep his hands to himself. When he finally gave in, his worst fears were realized.
Would he find Devan before It and his enemy ended her life?
Devan woke to darkness and fear. Her hands, secured behind her, throbbed painfully from the tight bonds. Tape covered her mouth. Vaguely, she remembered waking and fighting with someone during the night, the cloth over her nose. She’d been…drugged…and abducted. She pushed back the panic and sat up. Quickly, she looked around the small space. Except for the iron bedstead and the bare mattress she sat on, a very barren, depressing room greeted her perusal. No carpet, no windows…nothing. She glanced down and saw she wore one of Dominic’s T-shirts and a pair of pajama shorts. Like the makeshift prison, her feet were bare. She fought off the terror threatening to overwhelm her.
No time for hysteria, Devan. You have to get out of this room before It shows up. Shoring up her courage, she looked around again more carefully. If she didn’t get to the ocean very soon, she would be completely and totally at the mercy of whoever held her. She would die without even being able to fight her assailant. Galvanized into action, she stood up from the bed, thankful her feet were not also bound. Carefully, she made her way around the tiny area, searching painstakingly for anything to cut through the tape looped around her wrists. Back at the bed, she hung her head, tears stinging her eyes.
“Dominic’s coming. Be strong, Devan. Help yourself until he gets here.” The mini pep talk strengthened her crumbling resolve. She turned back to the wall and stubbed her toe on the baseboard. A stinging pain snapped her gaze to the floor. A bright spot of red dotted her big toe. She hit the floor, her back to the wooden panels, her hands searching the baseboard. A sob of relief welled when she felt the sharp nail sticking out. Devan contorted her body, trying to reach the spiked point. Painfully, she managed to get the bands around her wrists even with the nail. Working until her arms were numb from pushing against the unforgiving barrier, she finally heard the nail pop through her bindings. With very little room to maneuver, she thrust frantically to weaken her ties. Her shoulders sagged in exhaustion and more tears leaked from her eyes as the tape finally gave way. Her victory was short lived. Heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway outside. She pushed to her feet and hurried to the bed, the tape clutched in her hands. Her head hit the mattress seconds before the door swung inward. The man from the elevator strolled in, a cruel smile on his face.
J.T. Cheyanne resides in the beautiful state of Alabama with her two sons and daughter. An avid reader since fourth grade, she has only just started writing her own stories. She also has several works in progress with a co-author. When she’s not writing, she enjoys coaching cheerleading in her local youth organization.
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