
Publisher:
Awe-Struck PublishingRelease Date:
09/30/2009Length:
160 pagesEbook ISBN:
978-1-58749-183-2Visit the Author's website
www.daniellethorne.jimdo.comwww.TheBalancedWriter.blogspot.com
Visit the Publisher's website
www.awe-struck.net
Book Preview: "Turtle Soup"
Sea turtles may be endangered but after an encounter with marine biologist, Jack Brandon, nothing will stop Sara Hart from naming her deli Turtle Soup.
When Jack takes a job at the nearby Georgia Aquarium, Sara finds the environmental poster boy at her door, hungry and carrying a chip on his shoulder.
Neither thinks the other has what it takes, until a scuba class reveals what lies beneath the surface.
REVIEW
"Turtle Soup is a sweet, heartwarming story set in an amazing underwater world...Ms. Thorne has given us a magical look into the world of marine biology and sea life conservation."
Reviewed by: Hollie for Coffee Time Romance
www.coffeetimeromance.com
EXCERPT
The words I'm sorry passed through his mind, but he kissed her instead. Without thinking, he closed his eyes and put his mouth on hers, timidly, in case she bit him. She didn't bite, but she didn't lean into him either. Her lips had a light layer of salt residue that had not rinsed off and he kissed her harder enjoying the scent of her breath that rose up with the steam.
With a jolt the water temperature switched to ice cold and he stumbled back. Sara had not been lost as lost in the moment as he'd thought. "I'm sorry," she said as she screwed the faucet handle off.
She wiped the water off her face and ran her hands over her hair. He moved to put his arms around her again but she stepped back out of reach. "Don't. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."
Her face was so red it looked like her cheeks could bleed. Humiliation singed Jack's pride. "You didn't mean that?"
"No." She tripped over her wetsuit trying to escape.
He reached for a towel and wordlessly she accepted. Struggling, she pulled the other leg of her wetsuit off at last. He stood on the pool deck waiting for something more.
Of course she didn't mean it. She didn't like him one iota. She would head straight home and tell her little niece everything. There'd be a cookie on the menu tomorrow called Crummy Kiss.

