Review: Loved this one ~ Anxiously awaiting the next :)
Rating: 5 out of 5
Date: 05 27, 2014
Cruise with your best friend, sipping cold drinks on the deck, enough junk food to put you in a carb coma....OH and did I mention the most delectable male specimen to grace the ocean's horizon....Tanner Christensen? Rachael hit all the elements in this one...humor, friendship, steamy romance and finding the courage to face your greatest fears. 5 Stars All The Way!Anya and Lana are aboard the Trident Voyager to review the ship for their travel careers with Four Corners Elite Magazine. Lana is there 'mostly' for work and did some sweet talking to bring Anya along for the ride with the ulterior motive of helping her conquer her inner demons.“It’s not water I’m afraid of, really. I like to swim. Love it, in fact.It’s the ocean that gets me—so tumultuous and powerful, sleek and unpredictable. Being at its mercy makes every hair on my body stand on end.”Lana is on cloud nine, finding the ship a perfect playground full of ManCandy, alcohol and all the junk food her little stomach desires. But Anya isn't so convinced. She would rather keep her feet planted firmly on solid ground and isn't the type of woman that plays casually...until she meets the charming and very convincing owner of the ship she now finds herself on for the next twelve days.Undoubtedly, their mutual attraction grows despite An's best efforts and soon she finds herself in an arrangement beyond her normal boundaries.“Tell me, Miss Banks. Have you been with a dominant man before?”I feel my eyes widen. “Hhhmmm, I believe so. Just this morning. Oh, and last night. Oh, yes. And about fifteen minutes ago…”“So fresh.” He reaches over and tugs at my chin, a grin threatening to shatter his suddenly stern demeanor. “Have you? Apart from me?”“No. Maybe. I don’t know.”“You’d know.”“You really are very smug, aren’t you, Tanner Christensen?”“Very much so.” He dips his head down to peek at me over his shades. “I work hard, play hard, I want it all, and I make no apologies for any of it.”“In that case, no. I have not been with a dominant arse such as you.”“Up until now, you’ve been very obedient, Anya. Do you know what that says about you?”I swallow.“It says you’re the perfect fit for a dominant man. You belong with one. You yield to the control. And it not only brings you pleasure,” he leans forward ever so slightly, until his lips reston the tips of mine, “it gives me an incomparable high. So, when I say you’ll thank me for wearing something with easy access—when you follow my instructions—that means we’re both in for a thorough, mind-numbingly good f***, do you understand?”But once the cruise is over, so is the arrangement and Tanner is becoming a complicated riddle that she can't help but try to unwind. Her increasing feelings towards him are wearing away at her and the fact that once she leaves the ship, her playtime with Mr Christensen will be over. Now it's not just the fear of unknown depths of the ocean but the fear of losing her heart to one who rules it.“I find him there, stationed in front of the living room windows, his back to me. His hands are in his pockets, feet splayed wide and body steeled as if he needs to root himself to the ground. As if anything could move him. He’s an anchor, unyielding and strong—strong as the pounding in my chest when I lay eyes on him. His blonde hair rustles as his fingers comb it, and his head shifts to the right, chin tilting down, the movement so feather light I almost miss it. All I catch is a single flash of the deep cerulean of his gaze, a glimpse of his appraisal of the ocean view before him, and the hard edge of his jaw, golden skin glinting under the late afternoon sun. It’s raining in on him, penetrating the entire room.But that single glance is enough.It tells me he doesn’t just love the ocean, he owns it. Tanner Christensen, Poseidon. King with his trident.God of the sea.“I’m glad you came,” he says quietly.“I’m a woman of my word.”“Yes. Yes, you are.”