HER CAPTAIN
A Tempting Signs Novella
(Capricorn)
by Taryn Kincaid
Rating: 4 1/2 Stars
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12 Authors. 12 Zodiac Signs. 1 Explosive Series. What seductive, contemporary
romance will you find today?
Is love in the signs for a Capricorn
ex-Navy SEAL and the Aries out to capture his heart?
Capricorn Slate Claybourne, an ex-SEAL and former sniper who has seen and done things in
country that no man should endure, returns to his bucolic hometown on Pieberry Island, desperate for the
mundane, everyday routines he once wanted to escape.
A broken soul-dead man unable to be around people, his body still a lethal weapon when his
night terrors wake him from sleep, Slate’s failed to keep the promise he made
to the commander
who died in his arms: to look after the older man’s baby girl.
But animated Aries Holly Harper is not the pigtailed tot Slate
expected her to be, when she lands on the island to take over the decrepit Pieberry House, determined to turn it into an inn for
summer tourists, and even more determined to yank Slate back into the land of
the living.
First she crashes into him at the island’s holiday Winter Festival, dumping a towering stack of pies at his feet, then she drags him off to a fortune teller against his better judgment. Except for the sizzling attraction smoldering
between them, they’re incompatible in every way.
But when a furious December nor’easter traps them together at Pieberry House, will Slate and
Holly overcome their pasts and discover they are two halves of a whole?
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My Thoughts:
Slate Claybourne has made a
promise to his superior. Holly Harper
has an interesting way of meeting him but he has an interesting way of getting
her to stop talking. Holly is going to
have him kicking and screaming as he rejoins the human race. Plus you have to wonder if they have a
heavenly matchmaker. Love builds over
time and nothing is rushed and a fortuneteller helps to give a nudge or two. You may giggle once or twice and by the end
of the book you’ll be smiling.
I’ve found that I know that I’m
really enjoying an author’s work when I want to pack my bags and check out the
setting of the book. I’ve been to Block
Island but this book had me wanting to go check out the quaint island of
Pieberry Island. Sounds like an ideal
place to vacation/retire to. It had me
wondering if the author was going to revisit some of the Pieberry residents at
some point.
The sad part for me was that the
pages seemed to go by so quickly. But
it’s incentive to see what other books this author has to fill your need to
read. The characters talked about food,
tea, and coffee. It made me hungry and
thirsty at the same time. This is a book
that I would happily read again. I can
picture a nice Fall day; air is cool so I need to start a fire, having a nice
cup of hot chocolate (with marshmallows of course), and my favorite blanket.
This series is all about the
zodiac signs. Do you read your
horoscope? Do you believe what you
read? Have you used it to go out and
find your significant other? You might
also want to check out the rest of the series – especially if you’re not a Capricorn. Wouldn’t you like to see how the authors
handle your sign? I think you’ll be busy
reading for a while.
EXCERPTS:
#1:
Yin meet yang. Night meet day. Mutable
force meet immoveable object.
Every
one of Holly’s most compulsive, impulsive brain waves fluttered like a hummingbird wing. Slate Claybourne affected
her like the aftershock of an earthquake. Abuzz with excited tremors, she didn’t know whether
to leap into his arms and climb him or run screaming away in the other direction.
Oh, yes, you do know, girlie-girl, one
of the imps on her shoulder crooned.
Danger, danger, Will Robinson, the imp on the other shoulder
screamed in warning protest.
Why had her father
told her to search out the former
SEAL? The “if you’re reading
this”letter he’d sent—not
to be opened until she’d met Captain Claybourne—burned a hole beneath her pillow at Pieberry
House, still unopened
and unread. Had Dad thought
the infamous Sand Shark would protect her from her
string of notoriously bad choices?
Just
looking at the ripped and cut former SEAL in the flesh made her stupid and
silly and all but dissolved
the remnants of her filter,
always fragile during
the most mundane
of times and less than a wisp of thread now.
#2:
“I like the tousled look on you,” she confided.
“Jesus. You really have no boundaries, do you?” He raked her with a glare and rested the cartons on the hood of a nearby car, then brushed
a hand through his disheveled hair. His attempt to
restore some semblance of order failed miserably when a wayward lock flopped over his forehead. Growling, he flipped
the stray curl away with an irritated gesture.
“I think not,” she
responded. “I’m never going to have them where you’re concerned.” “We’ve just met, Holly.”
“But I don’t feel like we’re strangers, really.
Didn’t my dad ever mention
me? He talked about you. Besides, I’m an Aries. Get used to it.”
With
his now-straggled hair and a puzzled air reorganizing his features, he appeared
almost boyish, or might have, if it hadn’t been for the wave of pure,
unadulterated lust smacking her like
a two-by-four every time she gazed at him.
“You have no idea what
Aries is, do you?” “It’s a
constellation. I’m a sailor.”
“It’s
also a zodiac sign. You know, like in horoscopes? And it’s not actually aligned
with the constellation anymore
because of the way the equinoxes have caused a
shift.”
His eyes glazed over a little.
“Aries are impulsive, impetuous, impatient, and daring,”
she nattered on, surprised at her
breathlessness, but not her need to babble. “I’m guessing that’s everything
you’re not.”
He frowned.
“I can be impatient,” he said, as if that was a good thing. The look he shot her
indicated his nerves might, in fact, be wearing a little thin at the present moment.
“And I suspect, given your last
employment, daring, too.”
“Maybe that,” he conceded.
“Not by inclination or choice.” He shrugged. “Anyway,
I’m a lobsterman now. And I run
the ferry when needed.”
“But
still mainly serious, driven, hard-working, and wise, fiercely loyal, tough, and unapproachable on the outside
but with a soft, warm, and squishy
nougat center. I have you pegged for a total Capricorn. I bet
you’re a secret romantic at heart, although you never show the world that side. When’s your birthday?”
“Do we have to play this idiotic game?”
“We
do. And it’s not idiotic. You’d be surprised how telling astrology can be. Was
I wrong about you?”
“Well…” He paused, and the silence
between them lengthened.
“I’ll take that as a no.” She grinned
at him.
“All
right.” Again he said nothing more, and she wanted to shake him until a
confession fell out of his mouth.
“Chatty,
too.” She tapped her foot and crossed her arms over her chest, drawing his gaze to her
breasts. But he still didn’t
take the hint. She groaned.
Such a man. “Eyes up, sailor.” She flicked a finger in the vicinity
of his chin until he raised his focus. “Birthday?” she demanded again.
“In a couple of weeks,” he said at last, the admission apparently so difficult it might have been wrung from him on pain of torture.
She snapped her fingers.
“Knew it. Do I have you sussed or not?”
“Do you?”
“I mean, we’re completely incompatible.
Like oil and water. The tortoise and the hare.”
He shot her another
incendiary look, and then glanced
at the exit as if contemplating how fast he could make his getaway.
“Oh, wait. So I ruffled your feathers a
little, and you’re not going to help me now?”
Instead
of replying, he seized her fiercely by the arm and spun her around, dragging
her into him until he’d caught her up against his rock-hard chest. Then his mouth came down on hers,
hard, harsh, and demanding. Giving absolutely no quarter. Shocking her into
utter and complete silence.
Whoa! I thought this man
lacked spontaneity? Holy simmering cinnamon buns!
AUTHOR BIO:
Taryn
Kincaid reads the back of cereal boxes and everything else that stands in her
way. She writes HOT and sweet paranormal, historical romance and contemporary
romance, sometimes spiced with a little humor or a lot of snark. She enjoys
pinching and tickling words until they dance.
Her latest, RAIN, a Beyond Fairytales post-apocalypitc retelling of Sleeping Beauty for Decadent Publishing; and IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT, a contemporary foodie romance for Fated Desires Publishing, are both out now.
Her latest, RAIN, a Beyond Fairytales post-apocalypitc retelling of Sleeping Beauty for Decadent Publishing; and IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT, a contemporary foodie romance for Fated Desires Publishing, are both out now.
Coming
soon, ANOTHER CHANCE, her second Black Hills Wolves shifter romance for
Decadent Publishing.
HER CAPTAIN, a Tempting Signs story for Fated Desires,
will release in December, 2015.
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