Tides of Passion

deity. Water cascaded down his shoulders, catching the dying light in diamond-bright droplets. Clara, who had come to the sec

seemed to halt its rotation for just a breath. When he smiled, dimples creasing his tanned ch

, his voice deep and resonant like the waves crashing behind him. No intr

te coastal village to make connections. She'd come to sever them, to nurse wounds inflicted by b

stence above them. Ethan was a marine biologist studying the reef nearby; Clara a pianist taking an inde

her hair as the fire died to embers. "I

o azure depths where coral gardens exploded with color. Clara brought him to tears with nocturnes played on the old piano in the vil

with a desperation that matched the tempest outside. Afterward, tangled in damp sheets, Clara

ng from her like a confession. "This wasn't suppos

s chest where his heart thundered beneath her palms. "The

with the salt already on her skin. "When I want

d her bags at dawn, convinced that passion such as theirs would eventually consume them both, leaving nothing but ashe

stood at the water's edge, his shoulders rigid with tension, staring out

ed, her voice carrying over the rush of waves. "N

ssion. When they collided, it was with the force of waves

tasting salt and promise. "Everything between

Some fires aren't meant to be extinguished, Clara

their bodies, but their entwined hands anchored them against its force-two people who had learned that the most passion