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Fantasea
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ISBN: N/A
Genre: Contemporary/Fantasy
Format: e-Book
Among some boxes in
her closet, Brianna finds a tattered old book with the
name Fantasea on the cover. As she starts to read about
the main character, Lorenzo, a man washed ashore after a
boating accident, she is hooked, and is magically drawn
into the story.
Brianna knows it’s all make-believe, but quickly |
falls for the
handsome stranger. With his quick wit and rugged good looks,
it’s a fantasy come true, further proven by a night of mad,
passionate love underneath the stars.
In the morning, a rescue team arrives on the island to
whisk them to safety. Lorenzo is only too happy to
continue their romance back among civilization, but
Brianna believes that once they leave, the island magic
that brought them together will disappear, and she will
too.
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Excerpt
When the
flapping of the wings stopped, Brianna realized everything around
her had changed. The bitter taste of salt lined her lips and a
wistful breeze blew at her chestnut tresses. She stepped forward and
her bare feet sank into warm, velvety sand. Using her hand as a
shield from the sun, she followed her gaze and found miles of
blue-green water all around her. White foam tumbled along the toffee
colored sand and then slunk back as if pulled by a magnetic force.
Off to her right she saw a small boat that looked like it had washed
up on shore recently. The waves lapped at the sides, rocking it
gently. Gulls noisily squawked overhead. A broken paddle hung from
the side of the boat, tangled up in a mess of seaweed. Cautiously
she walked closer. When she peered in, she gasped. A body lay still,
arms limp at the sides. Dark ringlets framed a handsome male face,
set in a peaceful repose. A thin layer of stubble surrounded his
slender, pale lips. The white shirt he wore was torn in several
places and showed off a nice, strong chest with minimal hair. Her
lungs tightened. She hoped he was asleep and not dead.
Brianna knelt to stir him when his eyes flashed open. Deep jade
green eyes surrounded by long lashes, thickened by droplets of
water. He gazed at her, unmoving.
She scrambled to think up something interesting to say, but her mind
blanked. “Uh, hello, sir. Are you hurt?”
His lips curled into an animated grin. “Not now. I should bump my
head more often.”
He had a deep, whiskey-laced voice. Such a tuneful sound to her
ears. “Why is that?”
“If it’s the only way to meet a beautiful goddess such as yourself,
then bumping my head can’t be all bad.”
Brianna’s face burned with heat. She wasn’t used to compliments from
a man. “I’m flattered.” She stood and held out her hands, palms up.
“Let me help you up.”
The stranger clasped his hands around hers. They were unusually
warm. He groaned as he stood and brushed himself off. Brianna tried
hard to not stare at him but caught a quick glimpse below his belt.
The stranger stretched his arms high and then rested his gaze on
her.
Small talk was never her thing but her curiosity was piqued. “How
did you get here?”
“Fate?”
Brianna laughed. “No, I’m serious.”
“Ah, you want some tragic story where I fought off a great white
shark and a giant squid with my bare hands?”
She liked his sense of humor and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Only if that’s what really happened.”
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