The Cove

By Patricia Pellicane

Since being orphaned, Meg's only happiness or freedom has been swimming at the cove. She and her younger brother have been forced to live under the brutal thumb of their uncle, a man who takes every opportunity to bestow the harshest of measures upon his two helpless charges. Meg has withstood his abuse long enough. Tonight, she and her brother are leaving the monster's home forever, and today, she will visit the cove for the last time.

As she leaves the water, clothed only in the most transparent of garments, a man moves from the surrounding rocks. She knows she's as good as naked to his view, but she doesn't care. With daring strides, she meets him head on, without a flicker of trepidation. She yearns for the pleasure promised in his dark gaze and tempting smile. Then she discovers the white-hot lust of his devastating kiss...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Sep 14, 2009
• ISBN: 9781907280115

Patricia Pellicane

Patricia Pellicane lives with her husband on Long Island in New York. Her six children live in neighboring towns as do most of her sixteen grandchildren. Her favorite hobby is reading. Patricia insists her ideas for stories come while doing dishes. “Could anything be more boring? It’s nearly impossible to keep your mind from wandering.” In a recent interview she was asked: How hard or easy is it for you to write? Patricia’s response, “Someone once wrote. ‘Writing is easy. All you have to do is put a sheet of paper in a typewriter and stare at it until blood forms on your forehead’. Sometimes writing is exactly like that. And other times it’s a wondrous happening where words flow from mind to fingers to computer screen almost without conscious thought. It doesn’t matter which way it works for you. Once a writer begins the journey, they’re hooked. It’s a drug and you can’t stop looking for that next story, that next high.”Patricia’s fans can contact her at, [e-mail] or stop in at her website at www.patriciapellicane.com Click under Books for a list of her twenty-two printed published books and About Me to catch a glimpse of what Patricia thinks about life in general and more.

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The Cove

ISBN #978-1-907280-11-5

©Copyright Patricia Pellicane 2009

Cover Art by Lyn Taylor ©Copyright September 2009

Edited by Michele Paulin

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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Published in 2009 by Total-E-Bound Publishing 1 The Corner, Faldingworth Road, Spridlington, Market Rasen, Lincolnshire, LN8 2DE, UK.

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

THE COVE

Patricia Pellicane

Dedication

To my family, my most loyal fans

Chapter One

In a startling streak of speed, the woman sliced through the tranquil surface, a sea nymph shooting suddenly straight up, as if catapulted from the deep, her body immersed in and surrounded by a riotous spray of iridescent sun-drenched droplets. In an instant, she was half above the surface and gasping for breath. Her dark hair, streaming over a slender neck and naked back, reached her waist before she disappeared, as swiftly and surprisingly as she had materialised. The water denied her presence, gone once again as calm as a soft summer breeze. And then came nothing but stillness, nothing but the ever soothing, constant lapping of gentle waves upon gleaming white sand until suddenly, almost soundlessly, she was simply there.

The sun’s dying rays turned her skin to honey, the deep warm colour looked gloriously inviting, lusciously smooth, while the water beading upon it shimmered like diamonds. She sparkled more clearly than if she had been clothed in a cloak of jewels.

The water reached her rounded hips then her lushly smooth thighs as she moved towards the warm sand. Her breasts were large almost too large for a frame so small, a chest so slender. Unbound, they shimmied and rolled with every step taken, the nipples a dark luscious pink. At first glance, she had appeared naked, her mound covered with dark inviting curls. But she wasn’t naked. She wore a shift. The thin, wet fabric proved as transparent as a spider’s web and offered no protection against a man’s hungry gaze.

Greg Hunter pushed away from the cove’s dark rocks. She didn’t see him until he moved, for his clothes had blended into the boulder’s shadows. She knew a moment of surprise as she watched him come to stand directly in her path. She hesitated for as long as it took to look into his eyes. She