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TROPICAL BALM
                                                       

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Tropical Balm
Author Franny Armstrong

 

ISBN-10:


Publisher: Franny Armstrong
Genre: romance

After twenty-six years of marriage, Teal Greenwood has a prophetic dream that she’s going to lose her husband, Alex, and twenty-two year old son, Zackary, in a plane crash. Alex scoffs at her prediction, and one week later, the police arrive to tell her something she already knows. Alex and Zackary are dead!

Selling everything she owns, Teal turns her back on her life in Canada, and runs away to paradise in Jamaica

Ex-Ontario Provincial Police officer-turned carpenter, Camden Brooke, to build an addition on Teal’s home, for a young pregnant woman. The brawny Canadian-Scotsman takes one look into Teal’s Caribbean-green eyes, and falls for her.

Afraid to love again, Teal struggles to keep the block of ice around her heart, but can Cam charm his way through, forcing her to live, and love again?

  


EXCERPT

 

“I told you it was beautiful, didn’t I love?” Cam spoke low in his lilting Scottish burr. It had been a week since the incident with Simeon, and her bruises were nearly gone.

“I wish you’d stop calling me that, Cam,” Teal said quietly, staring at the incredible scene before her.

“Call you what?” His teasing tone was lost to her as she stared at the crashing waves, the pearly white spray flying up into the air. She marvelled at the way the moonlight glittered on the rolling water, hypnotizing, mesmerizing, a feast for her artist’s eye.

“Love.”

“It’s a little soon for me, Teal, but if you’re game, I am.” He snickered, watching her face when she realized what he’d said.

“What?” She turned her confused gaze at him.

“You said ‘love’. I wasn’t quite ready for that yet, but if you insist, I’m game.”

Consternation marred her brow, “What the hell are you talking about, you bloody Scotsman? Are you completely insane, or are you ready for a temporary stint in a straight jacket?” Her hands were on her hips, her eyes spitting fire. She was stunning.

Chuckling, Cam asked, “Would you like to get a drink? There’s a beach bar just down the way, not too far to walk.”

Shaking her head at his complete change of subject, Teal threw up her hands, and turned away from him, heading down the beach.

His strong hand clapped gently on her shoulders, his deep chuckle in her ear, “It’s this way, love.”

Yanking her shoulders away from his hands, she snarled, “Stop calling me that, for crying out loud.”

“I would imagine that you would.”

Stopping in her tracks she turned on him, a look of incredulity on her face as she cried out, “You imagine that I would what?”

“Cry out loud. Very loud, if I don’t miss my guess!” He leered at her playfully, slipping his hands around her waist, and pulling her close.

“Oh! Does your brain ever come out of the gutter? Did you drink some funky water? Have a little too much Jamaican Jerk Spice?”

Laughing in delight, he tried to kiss her, but she turned her cheek, his warm lips accepted the offering and caressed her soft skin, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck.

Gasping, Teal pulled away, her heart pounding in response to his heat.

“Take…me…home…now!” she said, biting off each word.

“No. Now are you going to come have a drink with me? I’m fair parched.” His boyish grin was her undoing.

“Oh, bloody hell! Fine, one drink, then you take me home.”

“I’d be delighted love, I’ll put you right to bed!”

“No, you…oh, what’s the use, you’ll just twist what I say to sound like what you want anyway. There’s no talking to you.

Bloody Scotsman!”