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 I m not anti-coffee. I love coffee, have it every day in fact. But I m looking at you and I bet you ve
been up since before dawn and I also bet you ve had at least three cups by now. So I m saying have
some fruit. She poured the smoothie into a cup and pushed it his way.
He sipped so cautiously she wanted to laugh.  You re a werewolf, how can you be afraid of fruit?
She kept her voice low.
 You never did tell me how you knew that.
 I saw your other self. She shrugged, noticing Phoenix watching from the other end of the store.
 It d be a lot easier if you d come out to lunch with me so we could speak privately.
 That s not going to happen. I told you. I m taken.
 I have so much to say to you. So much I need to explain. He leaned in, earnest look on his face.
 But you ve got observers. Your boss keeps watching.
 That s not my boss, she said, annoyed.  That s my father s wife. She owns the shop, but not me
or this cart.
His hand tightened on the counter s edge.  Are you not welcome here?
In the light, his wolf shimmered briefly and she drew a deep breath. Not from fear, but from fasci-
nation. He was beautiful. And fearsome.
 It s family, family is always complicated.
He moved his hand, just barely touching hers with a fingertip before drawing away.  I don t like to
think about anyone harming you or making you sad.
She swallowed, hard.  Why? Her whisper held her angst at how much it meant to her that he d say
it, her confusion and no small amount of fear. Not of him, but of what he might mean to her.
And then something else, something warm and soft rushed through her system. She looked to the
door and saw Galen standing there, looking so handsome and slightly angry, she wanted to fan her-
self.
Instead she watched, unable not to, as he stalked over, his eyes never leaving hers.
These elements have no desire to be tamed&
Stormchild
© 2010 Vivian Arend
Pacific Passion, Book 1
As the new traveling doctor for the Pacific Inside Passage settlements, Matthew Jentry balances du-
al roles for his water-shifter people caring for their health as a human-trained physician, and for
their spiritual needs as a shaman.
Distractions of the female kind are not on his agenda, but his magical bloodline makes him a target
for every marriage-minded woman within range. There s something about the mysterious Laurin
Marshall, though, that he finds far too enticing. It s just as well that it s time for him to move on.
Laurin thought she had perfected her guise as a mild-mannered teacher, but the sexual fireworks she
and Matt touch off are threatening to blow her cover out of the water. Luckily it s time for her to
catch the boat to her next assignment.
When she discovers she ll be sailing with Matt, she realizes there s only one thing more dangerous
than their unforgettable one-night stand being trapped with him on a boat that gives  riding out
the storm a whole new meaning&
Warning: Contains strong sexual currents and powerful waves of desire that break down inhibitions.
Recommended only for those able to navigate through extremely steamy situations, on land and at
sea.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Stormchild:
She jerked herself upright. What the hell was up with her hormones?
Laurin enjoyed sex. Not in the  need it, gotta have it daily kinda way like her caffeine or dark
chocolate. But ever since she d laid eyes on Matthew Jentry, she d been like a homing pigeon trying
to come back to roost. She imagined his capable hands on the wheel, guiding them through the dan-
gerous passage. Better yet to imagine his hands on her body, smoothing up her torso to cup her
breasts, his dark skin contrasting with her fairness. He d roll his thumbs over her nipples while sup-
porting the aching globes in his palms.
Laurin leaned back on the short countertop and closed her eyes. God, she could almost feel it, the
tingling sensation from her tight nubs trailing through her body to fire her core. She rubbed her
breasts in an attempt to stop the throbbing. The sensation felt so wonderful she trailed a hand down
her belly, slipping under the elastic waistband of her shorts to press on her aching clit. Desire
wrapped around her like a cloud on the mountaintop and she was powerless to stop it.
Curses sounded from the deck above her and she startled, suddenly realizing she was fondling her-
self where Matt could walk in at any time. Heat flushed her face and she hurried to deal with the
now-singing kettle. Her heart thumped in her throat and her hands shook as she poured the water in-
to the French press she d found. Then she leaned her forehead on the cool glass of the small round
window in the saloon, trying to calm her soul. By the time the coffee was ready she was back to be-
ing agitated instead of direly horny. She stirred an extra spoonful of sugar into her travel mug in the
hopes the calories would help her deal with the stress.
She stared at the second cup in frustration. She didn t know how he liked his coffee and she was
scared to death to go up the four steps to the wheelhouse and ask him. That would require actually
looking at his face. Speaking to him.
Oh hell, she was screwed big-time.
The engine sound faded and she turned in a panic to face the door, her hands clutching her cup pro-
tectively in front of her like a shield. Solid footsteps paced away for a minute, a loud splash sound-
ed, and then the steps returned. The door opened smoothly and his sandaled feet appeared as he
took the stairs toward her two at a time. He stopped at the base, his chest heaving. His nostrils
flared as he glared at her with his cobalt eyes.
He slowed his approach. One step. Two. The third put him toe to toe with her and she shrank back
against the counter. He loosened her death grip on the cup, reaching past her to place it somewhere
behind her. Their torsos touched and scalding heat flashed. Laurin realized she held her breath and
she released it slowly, a puff at a time. He shifted and his firm chest brushed her already erect nip-
ples. He caged her, one arm on either side of her body before deliberately pressing his hips into her.
Oh hell, his erection felt huge against her belly. Moisture flooded her passage and she whimpered.
Matt leaned into her harder, every inch of their bodies in contact. He tilted his head and approached
her mouth. She was sure he must hear the roaring beat of her heart. He touched their lips together,
his eyelashes brushing hers like a butterfly s kiss and she exhaled with a little moan.
She was on fire. This wasn t what she d expected.
Matt spoke against her lips, his voice shaking. Every word punctuated with a soft kiss.  You re&
driving& me& insane.
Then the storm broke between them and his gentleness vanished. She flung her arms around him
and pulled his lips to hers. Lightning flared between their souls, the frenzy of her needs whipping
like the whitecaps outside on the ocean. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and she accepted it,
sucking it in uneven pulses. Their hips ground together and she wrapped a leg around his hip, open-
ing her body in an attempt to line up her clit with the tempting rock of his erection. He thrust into
her, lifting her hips slightly to help and then it was there. Just what she needed the angle, the pres-
sure. She groaned into his mouth and he swallowed the sound. The air around them heated, rippling
with magic as he lifted her to the surface of the counter. Behind her the coffee mug tipped, rolling
harmlessly into the sink with a clatter. His hands were busy, unsnapping her shorts, tugging at her T-
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