Sea Panther - 2013 GOLDEN HEART® Finalist
A Crimson Storm Paranormal Romance
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Although she swore never to sail again after her father died in a sailing accident, Kimberly Scot answers the captain's crew wanted ad to escape a hit man. She's lost everything, her fiancé, her job, and most of her money, along with money belonging to her ex-clients. A taste of Kimberly's blood convinces Robert she is the one woman who can claim the panther's heart. To break the curse, they travel back in time to where it all began—Jamaica 1715.
***Reviews***
"...The relationship between Robert and Kimberly was romantic and mysterious. Each page left me wanting more..."
~Erin (The Reading Café) Full Review
"...Spine tingling tension from several different subplots keeps the reader shivering in anticipation..."
~Evampire (Night Owl Reviews) Full Review
***Excerpt***
"...I loved the blurb. It hit some of my favorites such as paranormal, smexy Scotsman, and time travel. I was not quite expecting the punch it would pack and how much I would love it..."
~Lindsey (United By Books Reviews) Full Review
"...The relationship between Robert and Kimberly was romantic and mysterious. Each page left me wanting more..."
~Erin (The Reading Café) Full Review
"...Spine tingling tension from several different subplots keeps the reader shivering in anticipation..."
~Evampire (Night Owl Reviews) Full Review
***Excerpt***
A drunk banged into the table and broke the steamy spell holding Kimberly and Robert enthralled. She choked on a flat laugh. He cleared his throat.
The awkward moment thickened the air. Made it hard to breathe.
Kimberly twitched her nose. Now would be a good time to find a hidey-hole to crawl into. Perspiration glazed the skin between her breasts. God, her face must be the color of a ripe strawberry.
“I overheard you,” Robert said.
“Did you?” Just great.
“Aye.” His gaze dropped to the tabletop. He picked up a drink stirrer and fiddled with it.
Mesmerized, she watched large fingers nimbly tie the thin strip of plastic into a bowline knot. The naughty image of him using the same knot to tie a silk scarf around her wrists flashed in her mind. Where had that idea come from?
“What the rest of the crew has been trying hard not to tell you is I have a rare blood disease.” Her wayward thought splintered at the unemotional statement of fact.
She gazed into his eyes, searching for something empathetic to say.
“I have to take it easy until my doctors can find a donor with the right DNA makeup to help me. That is why I sleep a lot.”
“I’m sorry.” Oh, that sounded lame. Worse yet, she’d been thinking about sex. Kinky sex. My God, what had come over her lately? She’d never thought of having that kind of sex with Jason. Heat rose from toes to face. Thank God Robert couldn’t read minds. She reached for her mug, but it was empty.
“Dance with me?” He grasped her hand.
She nodded, and followed him onto the dance floor. “When they find a donor, will they be able to make you well?”
His eyes clouded. “I hope so.”
So did she.
He tucked her close, held her tight, smooth cheek against the rasp of whiskers, as they swayed with the other couples to the sweet melody of an Irish love song. She embraced hard muscle as she wrapped her arms around him.
How could a virile man like Robert be critically ill?
~Dawn Marie
