“She took the sea with herNot beaches but the greyrelentless Irish sea,its rhythm and the crying gulls.”

“Maggie lifted her head.Chase lowered his.Like the inevitable meeting of sea with shore, their mouths came together.”

“I needed cutting now the way a diabetic needs insulin. It was a bulwark, steady and unyielding, I could throw up against the insidious, corrosive lapping of a whispering sea of uneasiness.”

“Wait a minute, hold on... The dude dies, and the girl cries so hard that she gets turned into a fountain?”

“Don't they look like ancient island princesses, marked out for sacrifice? Sent away for the sake of the islanders, to be given to the sea?”

“And then those dusky lashes fluttered up, revealing a lambent gleam of jungle green.His hands circled her waist and she slowly flexed his hips, a wholly male sound of satisfaction escaping him when her eyes fluttered shut and she gasped.And then a small, secret, feminine smile appeared on her lips and Chase’s control snapped like a power line in a high wind.Wrapping her in his arms, he began to pump into her in a slow, relentless rhythm that was both too much and not enough.”

“I'm so..." Heartsick. You took my insides and left me a little broken. ”