Storms of Passion Read Online Free

Storms of Passion
Book: Storms of Passion Read Online Free
Author: Lori Power
Tags: Contemporary, On the Road
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Chapter Two
    As weeks went by and winter thawed to spring, the psychic’s words danced like a mantra in Vivian’s head. Yes, a passionate love was possible. And yes, romance was worth searching—worth waiting for.
    “I think a vacation is what you need. How long has it been since you went somewhere nice?” Marcy turned to Vivian as they walked to the park with her children.
    “Well, Mark and I went to…”
    “In that case, too long, eh?” Marcy interrupted.
    “Too long,” Vivian agreed, cuddling Isaac, while Marcy’s oldest son, Jon, bolted like a shot toward the slide.
    Who would Vivian go away with? She had never gone on vacation alone. It’s not that she was afraid to travel alone. She just never contemplated going off by herself before. She did lots of things by herself obviously, she was a single woman. Being alone in your own back yard was distinctly different then being single while travelling. Women did it all the time, but could she? The prospect of travelling somewhere foreign just seemed lonely and, to be honest, a little needy, like she would be seeking something. But maybe she was?
    She still smarted from the last time she attended one of her mother’s society balls by herself. Vivian hadn’t imagined the stares and the whispered words behind pale manicured hands. Her mother’s upper class friends had treated Vivian as though she was diseased, or in mourning. They talked a little louder, leaning toward her with their head slightly bent in sympathy. She despised their watchful eyes looking upon her with pity at being alone.
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    Mackenzie Blackwell stood at the helm of his full rigged ship, the Navigator, squinting at the setting sun. His large, black Labrador Retriever sat stoically at his side, also appearing to watch the horizon for land. Tiller, the watchman in the masthead, said he spotted land to the west.
    From his current position, Mackenzie could not see any sign of land, which they hoped to reach by nightfall. But if he had timed everything correctly, Tiller, the monkey-like youngster should be correct, as they had been pushing for Halifax harbour for the last week to off load their cargo of rum and other contraband.
    Mackenzie’s strong tanned features gave him every air of authority. He checked the sky and the tack of the wind. Reaching a slender fingered hand into the breast pocket of his oilskin, he retrieved his scope to get a better look at the horizon. The fingers grasping the instrument looked more suitable for playing the piano than running a ship. But that was another life. As his narrow wrist snapped the spyglass to its full extension, he commanded the master, the man trusted to know all the routes and the weather, better known as the ships keeper, to maintain the current course.
    “Aye, aye, capt’n,” Burke responded.
    Though no one would know by looking at him, his face a careful mask, Mackenzie always grew antsy as he approached land. Land was dangerous. Land meant patrols and possible conflict. In the open sea, he could best and outrun just about any ship of the line. But being close to land changed the odds. A careful gambler, Mackenzie didn’t favour when the odds were not on his side. The only time he chose to port was when he was in need of supplies and ready to make his drop, which meant his ship was weighted down with cargo and not as swift. This in turn meant there was always the chance that more than one frigate, be it English or French could corner, leaving no room to manoeuvre and escape.
    Ohhh, this was just the kind of book Vivian loved to sink her teeth into. I could get into the romance of this guy. The whole historical adventure of sailing away on the high seas. I can almost reach out and run my fingers through his too long hair, taste the salt of the sea on his lips. Her tongue poked out to moisten her lips.
    Reading the first three chapters easily, Vivian typed her report of recommendation for this submission to the publisher. Sending an
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