Good morning readers. For those who enjoy action, adventure and romance in one package, try TAMING CELESTE. Mark hovered close to the edge while Celeste clung to him, demanding his release. If he didnt think of something fast, hed make a crash landing. Within seconds, a haunting pictorial swam behind his eyelids—bloody eyeballs hanging from their sockets, a network of stab wounds, and finally, the crimson edges of a slashed throat. Six years earlier, a hit man murdered his friend Trevor on Xantrope. Trevors screams rang in Marks ears, threatening to unman him. He put the execution out of his mind, because if he lost it now, Celeste would kill him. She met his eyes, brows knitted. Mark! Satisfaction swept through him. At this moment, he was the only man who mattered. She purred low in her throat, sank her nails in his sides, and soared to her peak. He let himself go. When he could think again, he tried to get up, struggling to free himself from her limbs wrapped around him. He avoided her eyes, what he would see in them—triumph at the passion, almost akin to violence, that she stirred in him. Nobody should have that much power over him. She had not committed to an exclusive relationship with him; nor had he made any claims on her. Why then did his insides blister whenever he thought about her with anybody else? He shoved that thought aside. He had too much at stake to tie himself down. Besides, Celeste had a wild side, and he wouldnt be around long enough to tame her. Her expression unnerved him—slight smile on her face, eyes hooded, but glinting as though shed sunk a Jamaican flag in the soil of an uncharted island. The whir of the fan cut in on his musing, and he ran a hand down her thigh. The waning sun burnished her skin to the hue of a milky cup of cocoa. She kissed his cheek, and moaned in his ear. He shifted his weight to avoid crushing her slender body, and snuggled against her shoulder, unable to deny the comfort she brought him, even if she drove him mad half the time. She smoothed his hair, and murmured words he didnt hear. While he savored that peaceful moment, snapshots of brilliant-white beaches, lush valleys, undulating riverbeds, and jagged mountain ranges filled his vision. He closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander. Careless living had cost him five years in exile. The man who forced him to leave his beloved home was dead, along with Marks friends. Mark had tried everything possible to adjust to life in Cayman. Still, his spirit had grown restless. Xantrope was calling him. It was time to go home. amazon/Taming-Celeste-Island-Adventure-Romance-ebook/dp/B00LCPRY7E/ref=pd_sim_kstore_2?ie=UTF8&refRID=12R7X8JJBXD9QZ8PJ6KS
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