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I Want To Thank:
Extasy Books for this opportunity,
Martine Jardin for making the cover,
my husband for making everything possible, helping me reach my dream and just
being my best friend,
those who supported, encouraged and helped and those who have read or will soon
read this book.
The Story Behind The Story:
Welcome to the story that
earned its name after it was complete. Home Port was my seventh submission,
acceptance and contract that found a home as part of the Tarot Series.
Thought of in late 2006,
it was written, submitted, accepted, contracted in December 2006, published in May 2007.
This book came from a
dream that woke me early one morning in tears. I even cried when I wrote some of
the scenes and re-read them. I believe in lasting love and hurt when it suffers
because of a grudge.
Story Meaning:
Mitchell and Anna are about to discover the truth will make itself
known.
Story Introduction:
Tired of painful memories from a deep cutting past
it hurts to face, Mitch steps up to the plate and demands a resolution. Her
world revolves on a foundation of lies and, when slammed by the past, Anna
closes her eyes, but the truth won’t go away. When the truth makes itself
known and a long buried secret rises to the surface, will Mitch and Anna
rediscover love?
The Hero:
Six foot two, muscled and jilted, Mitchell is a
captain with a deep tan complexion, cobalt blue eyes and shoulder length
dark auburn hair.
The Heroine:
Five foot three, curvy and alone, Anna is a single
mother with a pale complexion, deep brown eyes with gold flecks and waist
length mousey brown hair.
Tarot Series
Special Mention:
Bo Perkins for
immeasurable patience, exquisite teaching, remarkable skill and extraordinary
talent.
Melynda and Garrett for being the readers who endured all.
What's Been Said:
Reviews
Readers
Log Line:
Seas rage
and storms batter, but love’s
anchor endures.
Sexual Warnings:
This book contains the following sexual activity:
M/F straight sex, M/F oral sex, F masturbation.
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BLURB
An open wound left untreated will fester and can never heal. Sixteen
years ago, love lived in two young hearts and thrived in the
beginning of a life. Sixteen years ago, a rivalry surfaced that sent
Mitchell to sea and left Anna to give birth.
The
passing of time can assuage grudges, uncover hidden motives, heal
wounds and reveal family secrets. But when ties are tested and
relationships strained by the opening of old injuries, can love
endure rough and stormy seas?
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TEASER
EXCERPT
Anna strode
into the pub and looked around. Across the room near the far end of
the bar stood her enemy. She crossed the floor with a single purpose
in mind and stopped directly behind her former lover. “Mitchell
Colton, turn around and face me!”
Mitchell
complied and scrutinized the woman who stood almost a foot shorter.
Gold-flecked brown eyes sparked with fury, mousey brown hair brushed
just above her waist and full lips demanded a kiss. Her body wasn’t
the slender, thin structure other men hungered for, but the
curvaceous splendor of a real woman. The woman was a true beauty. A
soft whistle left his lips. “Hello, gorgeous.”
“If you
ever touch my son again, I’ll rip off your balls and shove them
down your throat!” Her clenched fist delivered a right hook that
drove back his head. “You will never do to my son what you did to
me. He is a far better man than you will ever be!” She
pivoted on her heel, stormed out the door and jumped in the truck.
Anna ignored
her son’s gawk and started the engine. She sped home, parked and
tromped inside. The slam of the keys on the table accompanied her
fury. “Ohhhh. That… that…”
Jason folded
his arms over his chest. He never witnessed his mother in a tizzy
before, but now understood what his grandfather meant. “Bastard?”
“Yes, bastard.
Thank you.” She stared. “Jason!”
“Yes, Mom?”
Done in by his
smile and wink, Anna waved him off. “Never mind. I’m going to bed
and suggest you do the same.” She heard him follow her upstairs then
the sound of his bedroom door shutting. “Good night, Jason.”
* * * *
Mitchell
stared at the door and cupped his chin. He flexed his jaw. “What the
hell?”
“I think you
found mom.” His laugh boisterous, Bernie slapped his leg. “And she
packs a hell of a wallop. You should have seen your face!”
“Yeah.” He
picked up his mug and strode to the door. The truck didn’t look
familiar, but something about her eyes did. “Someone lend me a cell
phone.”
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