Making Waves ( A Cougar Tale) by Juliet Chastain


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Passion combusts at sea-side, with hot and heavy love-making in the sand, in

the ocean, and even in the bedroom.

What’s a shy fourth grade teacher to do when she is washed up at the feet of

a hot young surfer? Nathalie burns with desire for Kai, but fears he will find her too

old. Can she let her inner cougar roar?

The surfers call it the green room. A wave catches you. Down you go

and around and around as though you were inside a washing machine. Not nice.

I tumbled over and over, no idea of what was up or what was down, desperately

holding my breath while what felt like gallons of seawater pumped painfully into

my sinuses.

And then bang! I slammed head first into the shore and a pair of sun-tanned

legs. I lay stunned, my face on someone’s foot and the rest of me on a bed of tiny

prickly seashells.

A pair of hands pulled me to my feet as a masculine voice said, “Better get

up before the next wave catches you.” I couldn’t have agreed more.

One quick glimpse of sparkling blue eyes before the next wave shoved me

into him real up-close and personal. We rocked slightly, but thanks to the sturdy

stance of my rescuer it didn’t knock us over. Lucky, as I hadn’t caught my breath


He turned us around, so the waves slammed into his back instead of mine

as he danced me out of the water while I noisily sucked air, happy to know which

end was up, glad to be alive.

I became conscious of being held tightly against a solid male body. A very

solid, mostly naked, male body. I was under-dressed myself.

He released me, saying. “You’re all safe now.” I looked up, still a bit dazed,

into a movie-star gorgeous face. Wide, sensual mouth, strong chin, dark straight

brows, and heavy lashes, which—be still my beating heart—curled. To add to the

effect, the low sun behind him made a halo of his damp, dark blond curls. I figured

I’d drowned in the green room and gone directly to heaven, although not exactly

the one they’d told me about in Sunday school. This heaven would be a whole lot

more fun.

Fashion photographer, Juliet Chastain, loves to tell stories and when she isn’t

creating a scenario with her camera, she’s pounding out a tale on her keyboard. Just

as she knows how to shoot models and clothes and make a story out of them, she can

take a character or an idea that pops into her head and she works it into a book

Juliet writes short romances—everything from a sweet-natured werewolf

rescuing a nice woman in a bad situation (Cry of the Wolf) to the nameless woman

fulfilling a naughty fantasy in Intruder.



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