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Category:
Romance
Publisher: CVG
ISBN-10: 1312015802
Type: Fiction
Pages: 146
Copyright: May 24, 2014
ISBN-13: 9781312015807
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
All Cynthia Seville wanted in life was to find true love, and thought she had found it in Eric Taylor. A year after meeting the love of her life, Cynthia’s life began to crumble around her, as Eric was declared dead at sea. He had promised her security and was looking forward to saving the only piece of family history she owned, her stately beach home, Morning Glen.
Leo Walters’ return was not a happy one. His mission to break the heart of Porterville’s most influential woman; was made all the more difficult because she was someone he had an aching desire to love and protect. Of course he knew there was no way she would reciprocate his love. At best, he hoped she would believe the whopping tale he had to tell, but to his dismay, Cynthia accused him of having a hand in Eric's death.
Did Leo murder Eric? Cynthia desperately needed to find out the truth, to her, it was a matter of life and death. Seeking answers, she snuck onto a ship disguised as a sailor, but a tragic accident put her in a position of vulnerability to the man she feared most. Would her fate be the same as that of her true love Eric, or could the two unfortunate souls put away their differences to survive?
Shipmates is an exciting adventure cloaked with legend and romance, leaving one spellbound as two hearts collide on the open seas.
All Cynthia Seville wanted in life was to find true love, and thought she had found it in Eric Taylor. A year after meeting the love of her life, Cynthia’s life began to crumble around her, as Eric was declared dead at sea. He had promised her security and was looking forward to saving the only piece of family history she owned, her stately beach home, Morning Glen.
Leo Walters’ return was not a happy one. His mission to break the heart of Porterville’s most influential woman; was made all the more difficult because she was someone he had an aching desire to love and protect. Of course he knew there was no way she would reciprocate his love. At best, he hoped she would believe the whopping tale he had to tell, but to his dismay, Cynthia accused him of having a hand in Eric's death.
Did Leo murder Eric? Cynthia desperately needed to find out the truth, to her, it was a matter of life and death. Seeking answers, she snuck onto a ship disguised as a sailor, but a tragic accident put her in a position of vulnerability to the man she feared most. Would her fate be the same as that of her true love Eric, or could the two unfortunate souls put away their differences to survive?
Shipmates is an exciting adventure cloaked with legend and romance, leaving one spellbound as two hearts collide on the open seas.
Excerpt
“Promises, shouldn’t they be kept? They still mean something, don’t they?” Cynthia Seville ran her fingers through her curly Auburn hair as she posed life’s questions to her best friend Lissie Baker.
“Of course, you know how men are. I don’t put much stock into their words anymore. They sweep in with grand promises, then; someone else comes along and turns their heads. Their focus strays.” Lissie said as she took a bite of chocolate ice cream.
“I wished I was more like you. You're strong and cynical. I should have adopted the same attitude before Terrence the thief cleared out my bank account leaving all my charities with nothing. I would be a much wiser woman.” She dropped her bowl into the sink and leaned over the counter.
“Terrence Barrows is scum and I'm not cynical. It was horrible what he did to you. Do the police have any idea where he has taken off too?”
“No, they never will either. I’m beginning to see a very bad pattern in my relationships. Every man I’ve dated made promises he didn’t intend to keep. They pulled up stakes and took a piece of my heart with them in the process. One even managed to clean out my bank account leaving me penniless. I hate having suckered plastered right here.” Cynthia slapped her forehead as if placing the imaginary sign in place.
“Now you know why I don’t put much stock into men anymore. I happen to think the last real man died in the Gothic age. Gone are the days when men are chivalrous and honorable. You know like Mr. Rochester from the book Jane Eyre, now he was perfect. Strong, dependable, yet with a touch of bad boy in him, he would’ve never stolen your fortune. No chance in hell, he would’ve left with not a word.” Lissie said dreamily.
Cynthia rolled her eyes letting out a hopeless sigh. Her best-friend was crazy about books. It always amazed Cynthia at the sheer amount of volumes she read from cover to cover each week. Reading was an escape from her Lissie’s mundane life.
Despite the fact she was a hopeless romantic seeking perfection. Cynthia always considered her loyal and dependable as well. The first time they met, they were just children on the playground. Cynthia was drawn to her in utter fascination. Other kids would make fun of the awkward little girl, but she never seemed to care. Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, Lissie would just continue her reading adventure. Oblivious to the fact her classmates were on the playground playing kickball or tag.
Cynthia wished would put down her books and take a chance on love again. She deserved happiness in her life. She was a very beautiful woman, always underestimating herself.
Lissie was part Native American, long raven-black hair and flawlessly beautiful dark skin. Her eyes were like emeralds. Men would compliment her on the street. She would just say a polite thank you and move on. Never for the life of Cynthia did she understand why she insisted on wearing her hair in braids and sporting wire rimmed eyeglasses hiding her true natural features.
Eric even agreed one time, that Lissie was the last of the diehard romantics still left on the planet. She couldn’t agree with him more. However, if she didn’t lower her standards a bit, she would never find her soul mate. The word soul mate caught in Cynthia's brain, it screamed the name Eric.
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