| Author: | Angela Rose | ISBN: | 9781301885466 |
| Publisher: | Angela Rose | Publication: | May 20, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Angela Rose |
| ISBN: | 9781301885466 |
| Publisher: | Angela Rose |
| Publication: | May 20, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Brooke’s nightmare begins when she falls from a yacht at her friends wedding. Her chance encounter with a ruggedly handsome commercial fisherman proves to be more than what it first appears; taking her to places she never thought possible and opening up an entirely different world to her. Join her on the adventure of her life as she falls deep into the storm of affliction in this BDSM love story.
“Am I dead?” I asked out loud, trying to make clear the blurry image that surrounded me. “No. You are not dead.” a highly accented man’s voice answered somewhere in my vicinity. I frantically rubbed my eyes, perching up on my elbows and scanning the room. “Where am I?” I asked, not seeing or knowing who I was talking to as of yet. “You are about 300 miles off the coast of Flores, Portugal on the North Atlantic.” he said, coming in front of me. I stared up at him, trying to see his features. The man was gruff and muscular. His bronze skin looked as if it was kissed by the sun daily, and his rugged features were dark and pronounced.
Brooke’s nightmare begins when she falls from a yacht at her friends wedding. Her chance encounter with a ruggedly handsome commercial fisherman proves to be more than what it first appears; taking her to places she never thought possible and opening up an entirely different world to her. Join her on the adventure of her life as she falls deep into the storm of affliction in this BDSM love story.
“Am I dead?” I asked out loud, trying to make clear the blurry image that surrounded me. “No. You are not dead.” a highly accented man’s voice answered somewhere in my vicinity. I frantically rubbed my eyes, perching up on my elbows and scanning the room. “Where am I?” I asked, not seeing or knowing who I was talking to as of yet. “You are about 300 miles off the coast of Flores, Portugal on the North Atlantic.” he said, coming in front of me. I stared up at him, trying to see his features. The man was gruff and muscular. His bronze skin looked as if it was kissed by the sun daily, and his rugged features were dark and pronounced.
