Twelfth Sun
Mae Clair
May 12 – June 6
Synopsis
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The hunky young PhD knows
all about seduction, but what does he know about love?
Reagan Cassidy is settled
in her life. She has a thriving interior design firm, an upscale condo, two
cats, and a goldfish. As a favor to her uncle, she agrees to team up with his
marine archeologist friend to validate and retrieve a nineteenth-century
journal, reputedly that of a passenger aboard the doomed schooner Twelfth Sun.
Finding a hunky twenty-five-year-old coming out of the shower in her hotel room
wasn’t part of the deal, but it’s hard to complain…
Dr. Elijah Cross is cocky
and he knows it. He enjoys trading barbs with the lovely Reagan. Barbs, and
some innuendo. He can tell she’d rather get back home to her business than
stick around for the extended treasure hunt they’ve been talked into, but he’s
fine with the situation. At least, until the “clues” start getting personal.
Reagan finds Dr. Gorgeous
is as skilled in matters of the heart as he is behind the lectern. Throw in a
series of clues which mean more to Elijah than he’ll explain, several odd-ball
competitors out to win the journal, a saboteur, and a lavish seaside mansion,
and Reagan has enough trouble keeping her head straight, let alone her heart.
WARNING: Younger man,
older woman, nautical riddles and romance.
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Author is giving away 3 ebooks of Weathering Rock
Excerpt:
“My dad’s father was part gypsy. Besides, the sea is in my
blood.” Elijah turned onto his side, locking his good leg over hers, holding
her in place. Pushing up on one elbow, he stared down at her, abruptly serious.
“Did you know a good marine archaeologist could spend his entire life studying
a single wreck and never be bored? Never feel the need to move onto something
else?” He stroked her cheek, brushing her hair aside. “That’s what I want to do
with you, Reagan. I want to spend my days and nights learning about you.
Everything about you. What you think. The way you smell…” He leaned forward,
inhaling the light scent of the honeysuckle oil she’d used in her bath.
Ping! Warning claxons flared in her head. Elijah,
playful and teasing she could control. Elijah, serious and romantic meant
trouble.
“The way you feel.” His fingers tracked down her arm and
hooked into the flimsy belt holding her robe shut. “The way you taste.” His
mouth closed over hers at precisely the moment he tugged open her robe.
Author
Info –
Mae Clair opened a
Pandora’s Box of characters when she was a child and never looked back.
Her father, an artist who tinkered with writing, encouraged her to create
make-believe worlds by spinning tales of far-off places on summer nights
beneath the stars. She snagged the tail of a comet, hitched a ride, and
discovered her writer’s Muse on the journey.
Mae loves creating character-driven fiction in settings that vary from contemporary to mythical. Wherever her pen takes her, she flavors her stories with conflict, romance and elements of mystery. Married to her high school sweetheart, she lives in Pennsylvania and is passionate about writing, old photographs, a good Maine lobster tail and cats.
Discover more about Mae on her website and blog at www.MaeClair.com
Mae loves creating character-driven fiction in settings that vary from contemporary to mythical. Wherever her pen takes her, she flavors her stories with conflict, romance and elements of mystery. Married to her high school sweetheart, she lives in Pennsylvania and is passionate about writing, old photographs, a good Maine lobster tail and cats.
Discover more about Mae on her website and blog at www.MaeClair.com
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