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Here's what readers say about exotic romantic adventure, MESSAGE FROM VIOLA MARI
Her beautifully descriptive style with the delicious splashes of witty humour throughout, are a delight for the senses.--Ellen Cross
Investigating ancient underwater meteorite impact sites with Justin, Marissa becomes involved in life-threatening intrigues in a conflict that leads to an action-packed climax.--Dean McMillin
Description
World-renowned oceanographer and
meteorite specialist Marissa Jones uncovers evidence that a comet cloud will
soon destroy Earth. When aspiring writer and her best friend Jennifer begs her
to take a Saturday morning sci-fi writing class, Marissa reluctantly agrees.
Writing her real-life story as fiction gives her an astonishing new perspective
on the anomalous set of craters she discovered off the La Jolla Coast.
But this favor for her friend
stirs up more than scientific results…writing teacher Justin Lincoln goads her
constantly and taunts her with his irresistible curly blond locks and steely
physique he knows only too well make women drool. Marissa teeters on the edge
of anger and raging attraction for this irritating man. But it’s a terrible
time to let lust call the shots when the world’s about to end and Marissa’s the
only one who can save everyone.
Excerpt
Men in my life, in La Jolla and elsewhere, had been few and far between.
I spent most of my waking hours working alongside male coworkers who
cocooned themselves in polyester and bathed infrequently. My mother
suggested taking up tennis and golf to meet eligible bachelors, so I
dutifully joined the La Jolla Beach and Tennis Club.
On the tennis and golf course, the closest I ever came to a romantic encounter was when a Kevin Costner look-alike handed me a golf ball that had hit him in the head and glared at me. Then there was the titillating conversation I had with a dark-haired police officer after I sent a golf ball reeling through the window of someone’s BMW.
It’s not that I’m out of shape. I’m proficient at running and swimming. But engaging in any sport that requires swinging, balancing or hitting any kind of target—other than an unintended one—is a high-risk endeavor for me.
People often romanticize the typical day-in-the-life of a female oceanographer. They imagine that I stand with windblown hair on the bow of a majestic ocean vessel, my makeup undisturbed after photographing underwater scenes from the safe cocoon of my submersible. But no, I am the woman every mother prays her daughter won’t become. Once a tomboy who petted amphibians and reptiles and collected rows of muddy rocks, rather than dolls, I’m now an employed adult who rarely dons cosmetic products and spends most of my waking hours in a windowless laboratory.
I was completely content with my dirty fingernails, make-up free face, and solitary weekend nights in the lab until one of Jennifer’s schemes landed me face-to-face with a man who transformed my ordered universe into chaos.
On the tennis and golf course, the closest I ever came to a romantic encounter was when a Kevin Costner look-alike handed me a golf ball that had hit him in the head and glared at me. Then there was the titillating conversation I had with a dark-haired police officer after I sent a golf ball reeling through the window of someone’s BMW.
It’s not that I’m out of shape. I’m proficient at running and swimming. But engaging in any sport that requires swinging, balancing or hitting any kind of target—other than an unintended one—is a high-risk endeavor for me.
People often romanticize the typical day-in-the-life of a female oceanographer. They imagine that I stand with windblown hair on the bow of a majestic ocean vessel, my makeup undisturbed after photographing underwater scenes from the safe cocoon of my submersible. But no, I am the woman every mother prays her daughter won’t become. Once a tomboy who petted amphibians and reptiles and collected rows of muddy rocks, rather than dolls, I’m now an employed adult who rarely dons cosmetic products and spends most of my waking hours in a windowless laboratory.
I was completely content with my dirty fingernails, make-up free face, and solitary weekend nights in the lab until one of Jennifer’s schemes landed me face-to-face with a man who transformed my ordered universe into chaos.
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Extasy Books: http://www.extasybooks.com/message-from-viola-mari/
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/285302
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