Dangerous Sands (paperback)

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ISBN Print: 978-1-60154-864-1
Page Count: 340
Word Count: 99374
Rating: Sensual (PG-PG13)

(MSRP: 14.9900)

Massage therapist Rita Madison is divorced and retreating to the sanctuary of her upscale Jersey Shore hometown. At 39, she’s tired, broke, and has little trust in men. Her plan is to build her own business, spend time with her beloved aunt and walk on the beach – far from men, lies, and deception. But the idyllic locale she remembers from her childhood no longer exists. Her aging aunt is facing a bleak financial situation, and a series of incidents are plaguing her new business, threatening to derail her new life and livelihood.

To complicate matters further, two attractive men enter Rita’s life: a down-to-earth yet secretive carpenter who claims he is looking out for her aunt and a wealthy, smooth-talking businessman who offers her a trouble-free life every chance he gets. While Rita untangles the finances of her aunt, she must decide if she can learn to trust and love again. But is she putting her trust, and her heart, in the care of the right man?

(Pages 340) Sensual


The deck steps behind her creaked. Rita froze, holding her breath, straining to hear what she couldn’t see.

Rita turned her head as a tall figure loomed over her. Rough hands grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back, and crushing her body into the door. Her car keys jangled loudly as they hit the porch. She opened her mouth to scream but couldn’t make a sound.

“Don’t move a muscle and you won’t get hurt!” a deep voice growled inches above her ear. Hot moist breath brushed against her neck as she tried to think.

She struggled to break his grasp, to escape the intense smell of musk and salty sweat. The muscles of his abdomen tensed into her back, his chest hair scratched like bristles on her shoulders. Sand scraped her wrists as he clamped them together with one huge hand. She was in good condition but no match for his strength. His free hand pawed her breasts, searched the cleavage of her spandex sports bra, slid down her stomach and over her tight knit shorts, stopping only when he felt her smooth thighs. “No,” she moaned, tears flooding onto her cheeks. “Don’t!”

She panted, her chest cramped. Scream? Who would hear her above the surf?

“Please,” she begged, “Please, don’t hurt me.”

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