Liane Gentry Skye - Day 3

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Blurb from Heart's Storm

I’ve never known anyone like her. And deep in his gut, Byron knew he never would again. Once the storm was over, he’d find a way to get Sirenia back to civilization, maybe even take her home with him for a while—if she agreed.

He grinned, considering what fun he’d have, watching those soft, blue eyes open onto a world where women were free to choose, even if that choice didn’t lead her to back to him.

That thought—the very idea of her offering her love to another—yanked at his heart. But the next thought, that she’d only gifted him with her virginity because of an imagined life debt hurt a helluva lot more.

To love freely…she deserves at least that much. She is far too spirited to survive as any man’s slave. And damn, she was gorgeous. No. Striking was a better word. Her rich curves saved her from coming off too athletic for his tastes. In spite of her statuesque size, there was a kittenish sweetness about her. He’d first felt it in her delicate touch as she tended his wounds and the shy way she peered at him through the golden sweep of her lashes when she thought he wasn’t watching.

She is…uncomplicated. Abandoning claim to better judgment, he allowed his eyes to caress the tumble of her hair, which ended just where her ass cut into her thighs.

And a magnificent ass it was.

Every time the wind shifted, it captured a new section of ringlets, offering him tantalizing glimpses of sculpted thighs and rounded butt cheeks.

No under-slung runway wannabe here. Sirenia de Mar-ala was one hundred percent female. She wore her rich nakedness like a comfortable pair of blue jeans. Nothing about her manner spoke of the emaciated frog hogs back home who prided themselves on wearing their SEAL boyfriends like this season’s Prada. Hell, they didn’t even seem to be from the same species.

“Sirenia?” Though his voice was little more than a hoarse whisper, the sultry sound of her name whispered of slow, sweet seduction. “Sirenia,” he repeated, louder this time.

She raised her head, turning it his way just enough so his eyes caught the elegant sweep of her cheekbone. A fresh sound invaded his mind, though it was something felt more than heard—like a soft, rhythmic thump-thud. A duel of drums sounding off in the distance. Urgent and insistent. Beckoning…

Before Byron knew it, he was on his feet, striding into the water. Stepping up behind her, he wound his arms around her waist, folding her against him. Dragging the coils of her hair behind her shoulder, he pressed his lips against the pulse throbbing beneath her earlobe. Only then did he realize that what he’d heard was her heartbeat, dancing counterpoint to his.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered. And he meant it. He ached for her to know he never would have taken her virginity if he’d known why she offered it. He yearned for her to understand he'd never meant to invite harm her way. Resting his chin on the top of her head, he peered across the violet tinged water, searching for the words he needed to communicate the chain of tragedies that had led him here, to her. A breeze rippled the lagoon, pushing neon streaks of magenta along in its wake. “I’m so sorry,” he said again.

Sirenia turned around in the circle of his embrace, threading her arms around his neck. “For what do you have to feel sorrow? The only sinner I see reflected in those golden eyes of yours is me. And if you stay this close, I promise, I will have no choice but sin again…to take you again.”

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