“My husband.”
He smiled.
That rare, beautiful smile that still belonged only to me.
Then he took my hand.
And together, we walked down the aisle.
Out into the sunlight.
Out into our new life.
Not as Sadie and Beast.
But as husband and wife.
And this time, when Beast took my hand, I knew he wasn’t saving me from the past.
He was walking with me into forever.
THE END
I have a new series coming out in August. Hidden Currents.
Book one is Hidden Depths.
Here is a sneak peek at book one.
My Book
"The sea whispers her secrets before she gives them away."
— James Sinclair
47
STORM
The marina always woke before the city.
Long before the tourists wandered Fisherman's Wharf.
Before the ferries crossed the bay.
Before the first cup of coffee was poured in a downtown office.
The docks belonged to us.
The water was smooth enough to reflect the lights dancing across San Francisco Bay. A light blanket of fog drifted across the harbor, softening the outlines of the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. Gulls argued overhead while halyards tapped gently against aluminum masts. The familiar scent of saltwater, polished teak, diesel fuel, and fresh coffee wrapped around me like an old friend.
Home.
Some people inherited houses.
We inherited an ocean.
I ran my hand along the gleaming teak rail of Sea Whisper, our flagship yacht.
