TROPICAL BALM
 
Paranormal Romance (40+)

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When Teal Greenwood’s prophetic dream of her husband and son’s deaths comes true, she sells everything she owns and leaves Canada, running away to a tropical paradise to hide, riddled with guilt and sorrow for not stopping her husband and son from taking the fatal fishing trip.

Hired by Teal’s employee to build an addition on her home, Camden Brookes meets the woman whose eyes are the color of the Caribbean sea, and falls for her like a brick from a tower. The distance she tries to keep from him only lures him closer. Can he teach her to love again and let go of her pain?

The lilting sound of her flute echoes through the hills, capturing the attention of a local drug lord who decides to make Teal his. Cam and his new friends race to the rescue, but can they change her latest prophetic dream’s outcome, to save the day?

 EXCERPT:

“I told you it was beautiful, didn’t I love?” Cam spoke low in his lilting Scottish burr. It had been a week since the incident with Simeon and her bruises were nearly gone.

“I wish you’d stop calling me that, Cam,” Teal said quietly, staring at the incredible scene before her.

“Calling you what?” His teasing tone was lost to her as she stared at the crashing waves, the pearly white spray that flew up into the air, the way the moonlight glittered on the rolling water, hypnotizing, mesmerizing. It was a feast for her artist’s eye.

“Love.”

“It’s a little soon for me Teal, darlin’, but if you’re game, I am,” he grinned, watching her face when she realized what he’d said.

“What?” She turned her confused gaze at him.

“You said ‘love’. I wasn’t quite ready for that yet, but if you insist, I’m game.”

Consternation marred her brow, “What the hell are you talking about, you bloody Scotsman? Are you completely insane or just ready for a temporary stint in a straight jacket?” Her hands were on her hips, her eyes spitting fire.

Chuckling, Cam asked, “Would you like to get a drink? There’s a beach bar just down the way, not too far to walk.”

Shaking her head at his complete change of subject, Teal just threw up her hands and turned away from him, heading down the beach.

His strong hands clapped on her shoulders, his deep chuckle in her ear, “It’s this way, love.”

Yanking away from him, she snarled, “Stop calling me that for crying out loud!”

“I would imagine that you would.”

Halting in her tracks, she turned on him, a look of incredulity on her face as she cried out, “You imagine that I would what?”

“Cry out loud. Very loud, if I don’t miss my guess!” He grinned, leering at her, slipping his hands around her waist and pulling her close.

“Oh! Does your brain ever come out of the gutter? Did you drink some funky water? Have a little too much Jamaican Jerk Spice?”

Laughing in delight, he tried to kiss her but she turned her cheek, his warm lips accepted the offering and caressed her soft skin. He nuzzled his nose in the crook of her neck.

Gasping, Teal pulled away, her heart pounding in response to his heat.

“Take…me…home…now!” she said, biting off each word.

“No. Now are you going to come have a drink with me? I’m fair parched.” His boyish grin was her undoing.

“Oh, bloody hell! Fine, one drink then you take me home.”

“I’d be delighted, love, I’ll put you right to bed!”