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Alaskan
Exposure
A.S. Fenichel
A.S. Fenichel
Genre:
Contemporary Erotic
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Publishing
ISBN: 9781419947742
Number of
pages: 240 Est.
Word Count:
60,000
Cover
Artist: Caitlin Fry
Book
Description:
Finally
recovering from a devastating divorce, Charley is given the opportunity of a
lifetime when she’s offered a job shooting photographs for an Alaskan cruise
catalogue.
Kyle loves
his life. The ship’s playboy first officer has his future all worked out and it
doesn’t involve falling for the beautiful new photographer.
The two find
passion and comfort on the high seas and Charley learns the joys of being
completely uninhibited when the partner is just right. But in eight short days
she’s going to walk off the ship and Kyle’s going to start his next voyage
without her. Can Kyle prove to Charley that they’re more than just hot sex?
Sacrifice is the only way to stay together, but the price might just be too
high.
A Romantica®
contemporary romance from Ellora’s Cave
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An Excerpt
From: ALASKAN EXPOSURE
Copyright ©
A.S. FENICHEL, 2013
All Rights
Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Charley
headed to the designated area in front of the forward elevator bank on deck
eight. In case a good shot availed itself, she kept her camera bag with her.
She reached inside the specially made backpack and felt her way to the camera
sling. Her Canon EOS 5D Mark III was at the top and she dug for the EF 24-70mm
f/2.8L lens and its EW-83F hood. Her hand wrapped around it and pulled it from
its snug memory foam compartment. She walked up the one deck from their cabin
while attaching the lens best suited for close, low-light shots.
Even only
having seen that small percentage of the ship, she had to admit it was not at
all cramped or claustrophobic. When she saw an officer talking to a group of
passengers, she immediately clicked off a few pictures. He was tall. His chest
and shoulders filled out the white uniform and he smiled easily at the three
women who peppered him with questions while batting their eyelashes
shamelessly. The youngest of the three looked to be at least ten years older
than the sailor.
Charley
zoomed in on his bright blue eyes and neatly cropped dark, curly hair. He
seemed genuinely interested in what the women were saying. If she had to guess,
the handsome officer must have known the passengers. She clicked several more
pictures.
His eyes
turned toward her. There was a moment of surprise, followed by a slow, private
smile. Inside her lens he was so close he penetrated her comfort zone. Charley
felt her cheeks flush and she took the camera away from her face.
He’d caught
her with her hand in the cookie jar. She’d invaded his privacy and he smiled
warmly across the expanse of blue carpet. But he didn’t look the least bit
offended. Normally she asked people if she could photograph them, though
spontaneous pictures always turned out better. Making a conscious effort to
slow her heart and ignore her embarrassment, she felt her cheeks cool slightly.
The officer
said his polite goodbyes to the ladies and walked over to Charley. “Miss
Ballantine?”
“Yes.”
Immediately her cheeks flushed again. He smelled of a musky cologne, soap and
man. What the hell was wrong with her? She shook herself out of her mesmerized
state. “I’m Charlene Ballantine, sorry I’m late.”
He frowned
for an instant. “I was told Charley.”
Her cheeks
were on fire and her heart beat so hard that it was a wonder he didn’t comment
on the infernal noise. “Charley is fine.”
He held out
his hand. “I’m Kyle Macintyre, the ship’s first officer. I’m assigned the task
of showing you the bridge. The captain asked that I tell you what you may and
may not do while aboard.”
“They sent
me a list of dos and don’ts.” Her voice was a bit steadier.
There was
that smile again. “Yes, I’m sure the line sent you a laundry list, but since
you’re not part of the crew and you have had no shipboard training, Captain
Cristou likes to make certain they’ll be no trouble.”
She nodded
dumbly, intoxicated by the deep, warm sound of his voice. “Who were those
women?”
If the
question surprised him he didn’t show it. “Mrs. Jones and her two daughters.
They’re taking a family vacation.”
“Do you know
them?”
He cocked
his head to one side. “I just met them. Why do you ask?”
She
shrugged, wishing she could keep her mouth shut. She supposed the question was
out of context, but she was curious. “It looked as if you knew them.”
Turning the
digital display on her camera around, she showed him the pictures she’d taken.
He stood very close as she scrolled through the dozen shots she snapped while
he was unaware. Her shoulder brushed against his arm.
The warmth
of his body spread through her as if she were standing too close to a furnace.
She’d lost her mind. That was the only explanation. Since her divorce, men had
been the last thing she wanted. She’d spent a year in therapy trying not to
think of them as the enemy and she’d made progress. She’d even gone on a couple
of dates that hadn’t ended in disaster. But this sailor had an effect on her
that none of the men she’d come in contact with had. Her pulse was tripping
wildly and she thought running away would be a great idea. In fact, better to
get as far away from Kyle Macintyre as possible. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an
option.
He smiled
brightly. “It does. You know, I’ve been doing this for so long, I’ve just
learned that on a short cruise you don’t have much time to get to know people.
I make friends quickly.”
She took a
step away from his arousing scent and warm body.
“I’ll bet
you do.” Sarcasm dripped from her words. She thought of looking around to see
if her mother was behind her. No, it had been her. Shit.
He frowned,
but was still so gorgeous she could barely look at him. “I think I should be
insulted by the way you said that, Miss Ballantine, but I’m going to reserve my
reaction until I know you better.”
About the
Author:
A.S.
Fenichel gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her husband to
Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never
looked back.
A.S. adores
writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little
mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape
and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a
good story.
Multi-published
in both erotic and historical romance, A.S. has 5 books currently available and
three more under contract with Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
Originally
from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with
her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she
enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden.
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3 comments:
Thank you for coming, and happy book sales!
Thanks Mila!
It's great to be here!
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