Sirena can't remember anything.
Apparently she needed a break so badly that her mind took a holiday. Unfortunately, so did the yacht carrying her to the Bahamas. After surviving a brutal storm, she's stranded on an island with Den and Mike, two incredibly gorgeous men who turn her inside out with their smoldering looks. Maybe forgetting isn't so bad--but Sirena has a feeling she'll want to remember every carnal detail of her time with these two steamy hunks.
Den can't get enough of this beautiful Siren of the sea. He knows nothing about her, but finds himself drawn to her so powerfully that he has to have her. He's shared women with Mike before, hell, that's what this trip was all about... Only once they're off the island, Den intends to keep Sirena for himself.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Castaways by Cheyenne McCray
It was a good hour after the boat set sail, and the storm was worsening. Katie clung to the railing, having forced herself to remain above board. Downstairs in the cabin it was only worse, like the walls were closing in. She'd begun to feel claustrophobic, and needed to be outside. At least up here she didn't feel like throwing up with every toss of the waves.
A movement caught her attention from the corner of her eye, and she turned her head just enough to see that she was being watched. Her cheeks heated at the sight of the gorgeous man looking at her. No, he more than made her face hot. Just looking at him actually pushed away thoughts of the storm, made her entire body flush with fire.
She sized him up with a quick sweep of her eyes, still hidden behind those buggy sunglasses. The man had one shoulder hitched against the cabin as he looked her way, his arms folded across his broad chest. At least six-two, he had black hair that ruffled in the strong breeze, tanned features with a cleft chin and a strong jaw line, and a body that would make a woman drop to her knees and thank God for his creation. A short-sleeved blue t-shirt clung to his muscular chest and his faded jeans molded to his athletic thighs.
From behind his dark sunglasses, even though she couldn't see his eyes, his obvious stare gave off heat. Her body flushed again, this time with embarrassment at being caught watching him so blatantly.
Before she turned away, another man came up behind the first, and oh, Yes. Now she was drooling over the two of them.
Who knew it would be so easy to forget a storm? She wasn't even sure she was seasick anymore.
The second man had eyes so sinfully dark they made her stomach clench. His skin was the color of black silk and his body was to die for--definite bodybuilder material with all those sculpted muscles. He was soooo sexy, his bald head gleaming in what light made it through the clouds.
Katie forced her eyes back to the aquamarine water and the dark skyline ahead, but still felt the fire of both men's gazes. The way she was dressed, she didn't know why they were looking at her anyway. Maybe they wondered who the plain Jane was. Her long auburn hair was pulled back in a tight and very unflattering ponytail, a loose shirt with pirate sleeves covered her full curves, a pair of baggy capris and chunky sandals--and don't forget those horrid sunglasses.
Katie gave an involuntary grimace. She hadn't wanted to attract attention of any kind. This was her voyage of escape. Escape from everything. Everything.