Texas Tides

By Jolene Faye

As the cabin door opened then closed and the soft sound of his footsteps interrupted her thoughts, Morgane stood and walked toward Jake. "I'm sorry about earlier," she started before he could press his finger to her lips and quietly shush her. "Morgane," he started softly with his deep voice barely a whisper as he stepped behind her pulling the towel from around her shoulders and pressing his lips against her shoulder as the towel fell to the floor. Morgane exhaled slowly, letting a sigh slip from between her lips as his words tickled the back of her ear and the heat of his breath licked at her skin. The feathered ends of her hair brushed lightly over her shoulder as his pushed it aside and his fingers tugged at the thin tie behind her neck. "You worry too much," he continued as he untied the top of her bikini, "You are used to being in control of everything." His fingers smoothed down the curve of her spine finding the next knot of thin material and began to tug against it. "When you lose control," he whispered as the knot loosened and the bikini top slid over the soft heave of her breasts. Slipping his hands around the smooth contour of her ribs, he cupped the weight of her breast and squeezed softly. Scraping his teeth over the muscle of her neck, Jake nipped at the tension and whispered, "you freak out and tense up." The fullness of her breast molding to the soft massaging of his hand, letting his thumb flick softly back and forth over the tensed nipple, his other hand snaked over her stomach, pressing his palm into the soft mound at the top of her thighs. "Tonight, I'm in control," he groaned against the hollow of her neck, pressing the firmness of his desire against the curve of her bottom. Stepping slowly, pushing her toward the bed, Jake sucked the soft flesh of her earlobe between his lips, "You will relax," his voice whispered around the warm flesh as they reached the edge of the bed. Slipping his fingers over the warm silk material covering the soft mound between her thighs, Jake massaged pressing his fingertips into the warm valley of her thighs before turning her around to face him. Morgane's breath caught in her throat as the desire swelled inside of her, the teasing of his fingers over the heated material brought a moist warmth between her thighs. The corners of his lips curled tight into a wicked smile as she opened her eyes and watched the glint of his thoughts flash in the blue green seas. Pressing her hips, lowering her onto the edge of the bed, he fixed her gaze on his with the gruff low growl of his voice, "And you will enjoy it," he punctuated the statement as he devoured the softness of her lips under his kiss.

*Not suitable for readers under 18, contains Adult content*

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jolene Faye
• Release date: Jul 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476104638

Jolene Faye

Born in a small Texas town, Jolene Faye grew up a country girl on a small farm. From early on, she was an avid reader. Starting all the way back when she was barely a teen, the writings of authors such as Stephen King, John Grisham and Danielle Steel intensified her love of the written word. Always daydreaming and often not being able to sleep, Jolene penned her dreams and thoughts on whatever notebook she had around. As the size of the farm she grew up on dwindled, her lifelong dreams often revolved around living on a big sprawling ranch. Only her love of animals could compare to her love of the written word. As the years passed with her writing poems and short stories, Jolene envisioned her adult life. She knew someday she would become a veterinarian, own and live on a large beautiful ranch and eventually retire to running a quaint little bed and breakfast. As it often happens, life had other plans for Jolene as she came to find, the day her soul mate walked into her life. Never giving much thought about marriage, children or a family, life literally turned her plans upside down. The hot July day when she looked into the eyes of her first born child, all her old dreams faded. The only future Jolene could see in the bright eyes of her baby girl were those of the child growing, becoming successful and following her own dreams. With a love greater that she'd ever known, Jolene watched as youthful dreams molded into the dreams of a mother. Devoting the next fourteen years of her life to raising, caring for, and encouraging the dreams of both her little girls, Jolene lived a happy life. As her oldest child grew and started sharing her own dreams, the long suppressed love Jolene once had for reading and writing resurfaced. Wanting to show her children they should never give up their dreams, she sat down once again with pen to paper and dreamed. With several short stories started, the old flame of imagination lit the fires in Jolene's vivid dreams. Often dreaming of scene as she struggled with insomnia, Jolene formed her visions into words. Playing each piece over in her mind like a movie, the familiarity of the characters intensified, making them feel almost real. After months of her thoughts pouring out onto the computer screen and debating if she should share her stories, Jolene's family encouraged her. Having read several well written and memorable ebooks on Smashwords over the years, she took the leap. With her hands shaking, her doubts telling her it wasn't good enough, and her breath held tight, Jolene clicked. Her heart stopped as the Publish button depressed. Her eyes wide and unbelieving as the progress wheels twirled on her screen. Listening to her two girls argue over a television show behind her, Jolene finally and slowly sighed realizing she had just done the very thing she spent the last fourteen years of her life encouraging her daughters to do. She was following her dreams. *Personal Note* I want to take this time to thank everyone who read and enjoyed my first book Texas Tornado. Since it's conception, so many stories have been floating through my mind. I have since finished another book and am excited to get through the editing and review process so I can publish it as well. I'd like to ask everyone who has read or will read Texas Tornado to post a review, good or bad, I'd like to know what everyone thought of it. Please feel free to contact me anytime! Google Website - https://sites.google.com/site/jolenefaye2012/ gMail - [e-mail] Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/jolene.faye.1 Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/JoleneFaye

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Texas Tides

By Jolene Faye

Copyright 2012 Jolene Faye

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*Personal Note*

I want to take this time to thank everyone who read and enjoyed my first book Texas Tornado. Since its conception, so many stories have been floating through my mind. I'd like to ask everyone who has read or will read Texas Tornado to post a review (on smashwords.com). Good or bad, I'd like to know what everyone thought of it. 

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Texas Tides

Chapter One

Narrowing her eyes against the reflection of the sun as it slipped between the roof of her car and the top of the rearview mirror, Morgane glared disgustedly at the fine lines and wrinkles that stared back at her through the mirror's reflection. Six years ago, she thought the building a thing of beauty. It's stark white stucco framing the large spans of mirrored windows that seemed to reflect the entire town, along with the beach front. Only after so many years of those reflections burning her eyes, Morgane often thought the damn thing even reflected into her small condo half way across the island.

She did like living on the island now. When she first made the decision to move her practice six years ago, a sense of homesickness filled her. But now, this was her home. Her fondness for the beach grew immensely over the years. Her long walks through the historic district or along the sandy beach endeared her to the place more than she had ever thought possible. Though she had grown comfortable with her new life, she still sometimes missed the country life she had known the early part of her years.

Huffing with a hard, discouraged sigh, she fixed her eyes on the thin soft bangs of her hair as they fluttered softly back against the fair skin of her forehead. "Thirty-nine, she sighed with a tired, defeated grimace, when the hell did I get so old. Shaking her head slowly, Morgane exhaled through gritted teeth. If even one of those little twits smiles, much less mentions my birthday, Morgane thought coldly, I’ll fire them on the spot!" Utterly disgusted, Morgane continued to mumble quietly while she gathered her purse and belongings from the passenger’s seat.

The warm, salt tinged breeze lifted the ends of her hair as she pushed the door open. Soft tendrils of her long, coal black hair flittered around the frame of her jaw. The feather light touches of the ends of her hair tickling over the soft curve of her shoulders reminded her of the jacket she'd dropped in the back seat. The constant breeze off the Gulf always cooled the Texas heat. That was one thing she had grown to love over the years. It was never really too hot unless there was some freak of a day when the wind didn't blow. Morgane sighed softly, her eyes catching the soft sway of the palm trees behind her car as she turned grabbing the light jacket from the back seat. The island had a way of doing that, she thought. Its gentle breezes, the fresh saltiness of the air and the warmth of the sun never let her dwell in anger or self-loathing for very long. For that she was glad.

Glancing up over the soft shine of the polished dash, a slow smile pressed the corner of her lips. Though she couldn’t recall ever hearing his name, she had seen him in the building many times before. Sitting back slowly in her seat, Morgane’s dark honey colored eyes trailed over his frame. Even at this distance, she thought could see the gleam in is gorgeous blue-green eyes as he tossed his head back with a hardy laugh. Faintly she recalled seeing him walking through the halls, working out at the health center and she thought maybe once or twice he might have been at the small bar most of the staff frequented.

Sighing softly as her mind wandered over the images she recalled of him, the corner of her lips again curled. If only I were ten years younger, she laughed to herself as she walked past the group of nurses. Glancing quickly over her shoulder as she passed, Morgane caught the softness of his smile as he nodded to her. Walking through the white washed hallways decorated sparsely with island decor, paintings and drawings, she couldn't blame those who took their breaks on the outdoor patio. She herself never had enough time to do that, but she imagined that much like her, something about the island soothed them.

The soft swoosh of the elevator doors startled her. She couldn't even recall what had distracted her, but it wasn't uncommon for her to float down the hallways not paying much attention to the folks coming and going. Her practice was small. Galveston was more of a retirement community with even more of a vacation destination feel. When she had moved her practice here, there wasn't a lot of need for another pediatrician. Thankfully, she had been lucky enough to work alongside the older doctor who had lived in worked in Galveston all his life. When he retired two years ago, he left his recommendations and his patients in her care. She never cared for the office being attached to the hospital, but it did have its perks.

Good morning Dr. James, rang a soft, cheerful voice as the elevator doors opened. Morgane glanced up and smiled seeing the young Nursing Assistant. Good morning Janet, she replied softly as she settled into the back of the elevator, how have you been? Not really being concerned this morning about how the young girl had been, Morgane reminded herself how it had been when she had first started out. I'm wonderful, thank you. A little nervous, State Board is coming up soon, the soft smile began to grow faint on the lips of the young, up and coming nurse. You will do just fine Janet, I know you will, Morgane encouraged with a soft smile. She wouldn't go back to those days for a million bucks, she laughed to herself watching the young girl's nerves twitch her fingers around the blankets she held in her hands.

The soft ding of the elevator sent the young bundle of nerves off with a quick wave. Be sure you let me know how it goes, Morgane called out as the usually perky young girl disappeared around the corner. Sighing softly as the doors slid back together, she recalled all the times she had been a bundle of nerves back in med school. Like the sweet young girl, Morgane had worked her way up too. Starting out as a nurse, she worked in the small town hospital where she met her husband. With his support and encouragement, she continued on to receive her PhD. "Richard, her mind snipped at her, turning her mood back into the disgruntled mess it had been earlier. Support my ass...that was all you! All he had time to support was the young bitches he laid on his desk everyday while you worked your ass off!"

The gentle ding as the elevator reached the fifth floor went unheard through her mental complaints. As she walked forward mindlessly, the sight of her office door stopped her in her tracks. With her mood back to the sour state it had been in on her drive to work, Morgane straightened her jacket and sighed. I just know they are going to make a big deal of this and I'm just not up for it today. The anger draining from her turned into the familiar self-loathing that had become closest to her as any best friend. Why didn't she call in today? Why did birthdays have to come every year? Why was this one hitting her so hard, wasn't it the next one that was supposed to make her crumble?

Exhaling deeply, she pulled the door open and paused. Since it was so early, she hadn't really expected the waiting room to be occupied. A quick glance around the room and the receptionist desk brought a slight smile to her face. They forgot, she sang delightfully to herself. The thought of them filling the rooms with balloons and cards again this year, and droning on and on about her birthday had set the tone for her mood this morning. Now relieved that she had been wrong, Morgane pushed her shoulders back and headed toward her office.

Good morning Dr. James, the soft, weak voice of the receptionist called out behind her. Good morning Mrs. Mary, she nodded softly as she proceeded to her office making a mental note to speak to the older woman a bit later. The temp service had sent Mary her way two months ago when her regular receptionist had up and quit with no warning. The woman was wonderful with the patients and their families and did an amazing job. Morgane hoped she could talk Mary into staying, but this morning she just didn't have the energy to invest into the conversation. Nodding quick acknowledgements to the two nurses that worked for her, Morgane opened her office door. Damn it.

"Happy birthday you old heifer! Morgane narrowed her eyes, her lips tightened as she scanned over flowers, balloons and a decorated cake on her desk. Damn it Tanya, didn't I say I didn't want all this again? She scolded at her head nurse, but against the coldness of her mood, she softly smiled inside. She hated birthdays, but deep down the fact that they cared enough about her to do this year after year warmed her heart. Oh did you? I'm sorry. That must have been one of the memos I threw away, the sarcasm rose in the nurse's voice before she burst into laughter. Trying to still pretend she was upset with her friend, Morgane huffed as Tanya wrapped her in a tight hug. Girl you know I love ya, the head nurse said as she pushed through the office door, time to get to work, I guess, before you finally decide to fire my ass."

Morgane pushed at her friend's shoulder playfully as she left the office. The heat of laughter in her cheeks a reminder of how her sour mood had been lifted so easily by the woman who had become her best friend over the past few years. Bitch, she muttered with a soft laugh as she headed toward her desk. Raking her fingertip through the icing of the cake, the simple Happy Birthday in red icing brought another soft smile as she sucked the sweet clump of icing from her finger.

Their relationship had been forged almost the moment the two women met. Morgane could still remember the day she first came to Dr. Marcum about joining him in his practice. He was the sweetest old man she could ever remember meeting. He treated every one of his patients like they were his grandchild, as well as the patient's parents like they were his children. Sometimes much to her surprise, he'd even scold the parents like one of his children if he didn't think they were caring for their child properly. Many times that fatherly facade found its advice or criticism's landing on her also. Dr. Marcum had probably been the closest thing to a real father Morgane could have ever imagined. Tanya on the other hand was nothing of the sisterly type.

Tanya was vibrant, full of life and always spoke her mind. Morgane could hardly remember one moment when the woman didn't wear a smile of some kind. Although most grins were those of the devilish kind, Tanya was the type of woman Morgane had always wished she could be. Fun loving, free spirited, not afraid to speak her mind and was always, Morgane laughed quietly to herself, getting into some kind of trouble. With her dark golden brown skin, her hair and nails always perfectly groomed in the latest fashion, the soft curves of her slightly plump, though still perfectly shaped body, and the slight twinge of her Jamaican accent, the men always seemed to flock toward Tanya. Morgane often thought of her dear friend as the kind that couldn't visit the grocery store without having phone numbers shoved in her pockets. Tanya of course, loved it that way and made sure everyone knew it.

Pressing the back of her hand against the moistened corner of her eye, Morgane wiped away the laughter tear that had begun to form. Crazy girl, she whispered as she started moving flowers and balloons from the center of her desk. The bright red corner of an envelope peeked out from under the cake as Morgane moved it to the side. Pulling the card envelope from under the cake, Morgane slid the pointed end of her letter opener under the flap. Her eyes focusing on the small inscription on the blade as it slid under the thick red paper, Ride the tides but watch the undertow - M. Marcum. The corners of her deep red lips curled with softness as she remembered Dr. Marcum giving her the opener the day he retired.

Pulling the card from its sleeve, Morgane slowly read the birthday wishes from the other nurses and Mrs. Mary which they had scribbled on a beautifully decorated card. She hadn't noticed the absence of Tanya's well wishes until a smaller envelope fell from the red one as she slid the birthday card back into it. Raising an eyebrow as she recognized Tanya's handwriting on the front of the small white envelope, Morgane laughed thinking quietly it wasn't a surprise that Tanya had to be different. Quickly opening the smaller envelope, Morgane fished out a small business card and