Mist of Passion

By Summer Hill

Life’s events want always come with choices. Jenny 25, is determine to keep the family home and lighthouse. She remembers the good events, but the unfortunate events. She remembers the most as she dealt with the death of her mother at fourteen. She gained strength to move forward. However, a failed relationship two years ago, shamed her. She promised herself to never enter into a relationship with a younger or older man or any man until Michael Scott becomes her next event.

Michael Scott 40, a true Coast Guard, but he conceals his off duty playboy lifestyle. He inherited money from the death of his parents, but money didn’t stop him. He enjoyed his advantage with wealthy women as they paid the price for his passion. His own shame until a year ago. He took on a mission and lost a little girl’s mother in a violent ocean storm. His shame and sorrow changed his lifestyle as he takes on a new mission. He is to restore a lighthouse in accordance to the rule and regulations or shut it down. He hopes this time away from the ocean’s storms will give him time to forgive himself. He wants a new life, and family. However, at his age that's a dream until Jenny becomes his next mission.

Michael’s arrival builds tension. Jenny is attracted to Michael, but his demanding sergeant ways and intelligent words, overwhelms her. She controls her emotions for she knows, he is a stallion waiting for his rider, and she is not the one. Besides, he is an older man. However, she finds him nude, tanning in her lounge-chair. She dares not tell him, she is attractive to him. She over hears a conversation with his girlfriend. Jenny is in love with Michael as she teases him with intentions for desires, but fails.
However, Michael likes Jenny’s opinions, but she is hardheaded with a heart to love, but too young. Together they repair the lighthouse. And Michael is all business, but he does tease her with a wink or two. He dares not tell her, he is attractive to her. Besides, he is too old and he has shame.

Everyday, different emotions for both as they disagree, cry, laugh, with embarrassing moments as passion flares.

Michael asked Jenny to hold onto his girlfriends engagement ring as a hurricane moves in. Now, Michael’s mission is to rescue a boy.
Life events changes again as Jenny doesn’t have time to tell Micheal. She is the right girl for him and she loves him as she holds the engagement ring for another woman.
Jenny listens to the broadcast coming from the helicopter. Michael saves the boy. However, the helicopter is low on fuel and Michael is left behind. Everyone fears he is dead as the mission is aborted

“Will Michael return and who will receive the engagement ring?”

Who will Michael embraced in the “Mist of Passion?”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Summer Hill
• Release date: Jun 6, 2017
• ISBN: 9780692895276

Summer Hill

I’m the tenth generation from the Blue Ridge Mountains. And to understand my passion to write, you need to know my history. My mother moved with her sister to the Atlanta area to help her with her four boys as her sister worked in the cotton mill. Mother was only 11 as she met my father and married at 12. I was the second child born and every other weekend we travel right back to the mountains. “We couldn't stay away for its in our blood.” And every summer all the grandchildren helped grandma and grandpa for months. My childhood and teenage years were about family, and at night, everyone came to eat, pick and sing. Everyone, knew who made moonshine in the family, but they called themselves lumberjacks, transporting trees down the river. “We all knew the rules.” Mountain children never fooled anyone for we entertained ourselves. Having a little fun, locking the neighbor down in the hollow in his outhouse, finding a rat in the well-water bucket or taking grandma’s mason jar that she filled with milk, right out of the creek. “Cold and good!” We climbed trees higher then the sky. We even climbed a plum tree with branches that hanged over the hog pen. Yes, we fell right into the hog pen. Oh, yeah, grandma knew we would try to reach for her plums. “Never a dull day!” I began telling stories at an early age. Listening around the corners for gossip or truth, adding romance or mystery. My family said, I was a little strange, but mountain people have different ways and the stories grew. “Truth or lies?” Romance was everywhere, barns, fields, even in the outhouse. Yes, love was deep and forever for passion always tells a story. And a visit to the ocean opened my range for I seen love everywhere— “My heart is to write as real to life fiction stories of romance passion.” A romance is not always happy. Life and passion comes with sadness, laughter, surprises, failed relationships, and a true romance for life. You will need soft tissue near by or a cup of hot tea to stay awake for you will enjoy the next surprise with laughter. I often think of my great-great uncle as the story was told. He sat by his wife of 85 years until she passed. He never stop crying as he walked far up a mountain and sat down in the place, she and him enjoyed. He looked out at the mountains as he took his rifle and shot himself, only to find him years later. “Their passion lived on through me and now you.” What I want to give my romance fans-- “A romance story that touches their hearts and a story to recall.” Summer Hill

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MIST

Of

PASSION

by

Summer Hill

A mist of passion fulfills romance

Copyright 2017 Summer Hill

All Rights Reserved

Smashwords Edition

Cover design and interior formatting by Caligraphics

Table of Contents

Chapter One: Unknown Passion

Chapter Two: Steamed with Passion

Chapter Three: Confused with Emotions

Chapter Four: Memories belongs to the Heart

Chapter Five: Heightened Feelings

Chapter Six: Excitement and Hope Fades

Chapter Seven: Guilty of Lust!

Chapter Eight: Curving His Path to Hers

Chapter Nine: Early Sunrise

Chapter Ten: Centerfold girl

Chapter Eleven: Happiness filled the kitchen

Chapter Twelve: Overwhelmed with a Surprise

Chapter Thirteen: Yeah—He is a Real Coast Guard Man!

Chapter Fourteen: What an Embarrassment and Moment of Truth

Chapter Fifteen: A Game of Poker is not on Michael’s Mind

Chapter Sixteen: Excitement then Madness

Chapter Seventeen: Love is in the Air.

Chapter Eighteen: Memories of Sorrow become Strength.

Chapter Nineteen: Time to see: Age was not the Conflict it’s Learning to Trust

Chapter Twenty: Unexpected Surprise

Chapter Twenty-one: Excitement then Heartbreaking News

Chapter Twenty-two: Now or Never!

Chapter Twenty-three: Life, Unfair with Decisions to Make

Chapter Twenty-four: Mist of Passion

Acknowledgement:

About the Author:

Other books by: Summer Hill

Chapter: One

Unknown Passion: It’s all about loneliness and the need for lust. And Jenny knows the words well. She couldn't keep herself from the ocean. And the mystery of romance that occupies her mind for she is the daughter of a lighthouse keeper.

Jenny’s life had entered a time that the mist from the ocean, pleased her with the needs for passion. And once night settled in, she took a walk to the lighthouse and stood at the cliff. She enjoyed the ocean scent, and the ocean mist that draped her body that gave her needed sexual desires.

She knows the night comes in with a blink of the eye as a period of darkness occurs each day of our lives. And for most, the night is a time to sleep, but for those that wait for nightfall like her. "It’s a time for passion."

Yes, intense sexual love with the one you love as the outburst leads to a moment of pleasure. And a good night’s rest.

A wishful thought for the meaning of night for Jenny. For Jenny only dreams of passion for there is no husband to hold and whisper sweet words into his ear. And to feels his chest rise with each breath.

Jenny hated sunset for her nights brought in loneliness. Her thoughts of love were lost in a place that she had only touch for a moment.

She couldn't share her emotions with a friend. She didn’t know, how it felt to have a husband kiss her good morning or the passion that started with that morning kiss, turned into foreplay at sundown. The excitement of awaiting for the sexual activity that lasted all night and into the next day.

Yes, she wanted to share it with a friend and most of all. A romantic and sexual desire with her husband.

She wanted her on family and mostly, the love she observed between her parents. However, she chose to work and study to prepared herself to keep the family home and lighthouse, which was built by her ancestors.

Passion was on a hold and finding the right man, she didn’t have the time. She was exhausted every night and going to sleep should be easy. However, the moment to ease into a sleep was more like a waiting period. She watched the hours go by as she tossed and turned.

She would come up with all kinds of reasons that kept her awake; a late supper or to much coffee. Her medical doctor said, she was in perfect health and he didn’t think she had insomnia. So— Why even try to convince her mind into a lie when she knew it was all about the warmth of the summer months. And this summer was like every other passed summer; hot.

Yes, she knew all about the hot nights and getting a good nights rest was never easy and calling it insomnia. Well, that’s a little insane as she giggled.

She rose up to sit on the side of her bed, feeling sweaty as she went to the bathroom. She asked, herself, how many times was she going to cool down with a cold shower and take a wet washcloth back to her bed. Knowing the fan that stood close to the foot of her bed would dry out the washcloth from blowing hot air over her nude body. So to answer her own question— well— that was easy. As many times as it took because the wet washcloths felt cool with the hopes of falling off to sleep.

She started to count backward from one hundred but her thoughts started to override the counting. All that was on her mind right now was installing an air condition unit in her bedroom window.

However, she related back to the memories of her father teaching her at a younger age that money needed to be in the bank, saved, not spent, that money was not everything, their life and happiness comes first.

Yes, saving money was never easy. You always had to do without— and a little cool air blowing over her nude body as she slowly falls off to sleep would make life and happiness come alive.

She started to eased off to sleep as she looked over at the window. Knowing a full moon is a blessing in the open waters and not only does it light up the endless sight of a creation that no one truly can explain for it brings on a moment of existence. And this night, as Jenny slept. The full moon had reached its highest point and now awaits the raise of the morning sun as its light, beamed through her bedroom windows. A shadow throughout the room from the pattern sheers that held back the light, like no other night, lit her room up in a magical atmosphere that had nothing to do with wakening her up out of her deep sleep.

It was her dream! A man’s voice called out her name. Jenny! Jenny!

Within the tone of his voice, she could hear his fear; she needed to help him— She turned around with worry of this unknown voice that touched her heart only to see a no ending forest. Branches entwine as one that cushioned the fog that creeps its way through to dampen her nude body. Her heartbeats race with loudness as her name echoed throughout the woods, again! Jenny! Jenny!

I am here! Where are you? A loud rumble as lightening flashed all around her as she heard the violent, rage of the sea. She realized. This is a dream!

She took control, she woke herself up and rose up to sat on the side of her bed. She took a deep breath and exhaled to relax. It worked for a moment as she reached for her ice, cold water, now warm.

She glanced over at the clock— three o’clock in the morning. There was no way she could go back to sleep. She knew, her father would not be getting up for two more hours, which she had enough time to take a walk. She needed to clear her mind of the voice that sounded so afraid in her dream. She will never forget that voice—

She placed her sheer, pink wrap robe on and secured it to the side with one loose button. She quietly reached for a flashlight on her way out the backdoor from the kitchen. She closed the door slowly so she would not disturb her father.

She turned around to see the light from the full moon, she didn’t need a flashlight. The moon was closer to the earth this night, and the light shined as early morning. She left the flashlight on the porch chair as she walked out into the yard. She looked up at the moon with a smile for the moon shows its true place, in this world.

She headed to the pathway and within minutes, she felt the heat. The heat was different. Where she was hot and sticky in her bedroom, the outside temperature was steaming.

Oh, God? Where is the breeze, tonight?

She walked slowly on the path for the incline brought on sweat to her forehead like tear drops. And even her steps felt heavy as if she walked in wet sand but as she came closer to the lighthouse, she could hear the waves bounding up against the rocks and shoreline. She stopped of a moment, closed her eyes. She knew, and enjoyed the sounds of the waves that would send her emotions into a raged with the need for lust.

Yes, God! I need passion and this is one thing I crave! Can you please, send me a husband? And I hope I didn’t wake father up—

She continues to walk slowly as she reached the lighthouse that her grant grandfather built which his son, her grandfather that took over as his son, her father, which left the only grandchild to follow, her. She is the first daughter to take over the lighthouse.

The lighthouse stood 146 feet above high tide level. She could see that her father had left a light on inside the lighthouse which was not like her father at all. She knew the door was locked. Her father never left the door unlocked for teenager to adventure, and her father never forgot to turn lights off, that was money. But he was over worried about the lighthouse. And she watched him, hang his key as he did every night, on a nail next to the kitchen backdoor.

She stopped for a moment as she looked at the door for some strange reason, but she went on around to the front of the lighthouse. An area that was clear from the rocks that surrounded the lighthouse; a dangers area if you did not know it well.

She stopped near the edge of the cliff, delighted to feel her sweat cooling down from the ocean breeze, finely, she thought as she unbutton her robe, letting it fall from her shoulders. She extended her arms outward, arched her back as her breast reached out to the ocean as she looked up at the stars that glitter the sky. She closed her eyes as she eased her body and soul feeling the cool mist as it draped her into a web of pleasure that she had missed. She placed herself into her dream and recalled the voice that called her name in fear. Knowing dreams can be fantasies or unrealistic, but she knew better. So, what was his fear and who was the man that cried her name?

The old foghorn attached to the house sounded off twice; she knew then her father was awake. A normal count for ships that made it home was six. A way to ease the hearts of love ones and for the township. They know the sound, along with the captions of the ships and to sound off twice; a distinctive code for her and her father. He was calling her home. She felt like a young girl every time she heard that sound. It was an embarrassment and shameful feeling for her; she’s twenty-five and he still uses that old foghorn as his father did with him, but this time it means her father is up to early. It wasn’t time of the fishing boats to head out so that means her father’s guest has arrived.

Jenny stood looking out at the sea as she recalled the day her father received a letter about how another lighthouse could be history if he didn’t upgrade.

So now— the money saved will be used to restore the lighthouse. Now, the new beginning was about to start. Her only hopes, the Navigation Division of United States Coast Guard would send out a woman and if not an older man that had a family and would not stay to long.

However, times were changing and if her father wanted to keep the lighthouse in working condition. Her father and her will endure, whomever arrives to help and teach them. Her father was getting older and not much into computers which everything was done by satellite link. So— she is the one to take over the lighthouse with her father being the assistant.

The old broadcast had to go— computers, satellite and on command lighted buoys along with the lighthouse had to come about. The Navigation Division of United States Coast Guard, gave her father six month to complete and act in accordance with the Coast Guard, which they were sending out staff to help her father and her to restore the old lighthouse from top to bottom and if they failed, to act in accordance— The lighthouse would become a part of the pass—

Jenny placed her robe back on and took her time as she walked back around the lighthouse to notice the light was off in the lighthouse. Thinking her father was inside, somewhere. She opened the door and called out to her father. No answer— he always locked the door— She took her time returning back to the house with hopes that their guest had a long drive and exhausted and wants to rest.

She opened the back door to the kitchen slowly to listen. She opened the door a little more as she took three steps inside. At the kitchen table her father sat with his backside to her. And her father’s guest was bent over the table as he talked and pointed at a large drawing. She stood still and about to slip back out the door as her father turned around and called her name. She walked inside with a smile.

Come over here Jenny— as he held out his hand to her.

She took his hand as he slowly pulled her — over to the table.

This is Michael Scott from the Coast Guard.

Six feet tall, he had to be, green eyes, black hair, a bronze tan that made his teeth so white— he was a sculpture of Love and what was underneath his clothing Jenny thought — Hello— I’m Jenny. So are you a Stallion?

Excurse me?

Jenny! Her father said, straightforward with a look of disbelief.

Your button is about to fall off Miss— It is Miss, right? Michael related with a large smile as he stared.

Have you not ever seen a woman in a robe before?

Yes, many times as his eyes watched her hips move with grace as she walked out of the room. Yes, and my name is Michael.

Great! So—Your name is Michael. So are you an angel or a stallion? Jenny replied as she walked down the hallway.

Jenny’s father takes Michael’s coffee cup and refills it as he replied. Jenny has her way with welcoming men to the lighthouse, so please, overlook her. Have some more coffee—

Sorry, Sir, I’m only here to do a good job. I not a man to cause or make any mischief. And if this is going to be a problem then I can go rent a room in town.

No, Michael— Stay— Please— She is the one to take over this lighthouse. I will talk with her later today. It’s been a hot night.

You know Sir. You are right about the heat. Do you not have central air?

Well— You go ahead and plan that out in your drafts—

Sir, I’m not here to upgrade you home—

Then, I ask you for advice. Tell me where to start and let’s get the coldest air going as he patted Michael’s shoulder.

Yeah, Michael— I feel good about the next six months. And it’s going to get especially hot, around here.

Chapter: Two

Steamed with Passion. Jenny slammed her bedroom door and with a loud and forceful voice, she said. It’s too early in the morning to deal with this— She wanted everyone to hear, she was furious to no end. She felt like a hot firecracker.

Now, she needed to get dressed. She went to her closet and pulled her jeans off the hangers, one at a time. She tossed each one over her shoulder, right onto the floor behind her as they piled high.

She looked for the right style that would not enhance anything, which she knew it would be hard to find. She reached over her head, pulled down an old carrying book bag that she had placed a few old work shirts and pants inside for tough jobs.

She smiled with joy for she knew, she was about to prevail as she pulled out a wrinkled, yellow, pullover tee shirt to go along with a pair of jeans that had white paint spots and knee stains, but not noticing the ripped pocket that may opens up as she walks showing her panties. She wanted to look dull; she knew a man would be arriving but not one that could melt