Dinner & a Good Book: Storms of Passion by Lori Power

Every Friday I post a reading recommendation for the weekend. This week curl up with Lori Power’s Storms of Passion.

The author, Lori Power, grew up in a small fishing town in Nova Scotia and the storm the book refers to did happen. The story’s heroine – Vivian – is based on Lori’s childhood friend. I’ve chosen two Maritime dishes to go along with this read. From Taste of Nova Scotia, here’s Drunken Nova Scotia Oysters and Rory’s Lobster & Shrimp Lasagna.

And now, on to the delicious details of this weekend’s reading offering …

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StormsofPassion_coverReading about romance and getting swept up in the adventure of those tales is no substitute for the real thing. On a whim, Vivian decides to do something she’s always wanted to do – learn to sail. Flying to the other side of the country, she unwittingly begins a quest to find her real self, the person she set up on a shelf long ago to gather dust.

Tucker MacLean isn’t looking for anything or anyone, any more. His one goal in life has always been to get away from the small town he grew up in and make his mark. But after a failed marriage, a failed business venture and losing everything, he has had to swallow his pride and move home to take his place in the family business where he resumes his role as a reservist rescue swimmer in the Coast Guard.

As thunder always follows the lightening strike, when Vivian and Tucker meet, their passion is an electrical storm.

EXCERPT: Storms of Passion

Someone was singing down on the beach.

He followed the sound of the female voice. The identity of the singer couldn’t be anyone he knew. Surly no one from town would perch below his parent’s house to sing pop music off key.

Curious, he strode to the end of the lawn and glanced over the edge, where grass turned to a rocky ledge leading to the beach. He did a double-take at the vision of the woman from the airport. That was her. No doubt about it. There was no mistaking that long neck and the inky black hair even more spiky than earlier today.

Lowering his glasses down his nose, Tuck watched as she stretched her legs in front of her, crossing her feet at the ankles. What lovely long legs she had. She leaned back as the sun kissed her smooth skin. His fingers ached, watching her weave her fingers through her cropped hair and rubbing the sweat soaked layers from her skin.

Supporting her position with one hand behind her back, she continued to lounge on the rock, as if the beach was her living room. Her head bobbed as she sang. Her feet swayed across the sand.

Tuck looked right and left.

She’s tonight’s main attraction and she doesn’t even know it.

She obviously didn’t realize how close the houses were to the beach, and that there was no such thing as privacy in a small town.

He recognized the song as she continued to sing, slightly off key, and he wondered if she’d give voice to the explicit parts of the song as well.

He smiled, nodding his head, completely amused.

There was no doubt in his mind now this had to be the elusive Vivian.

Vivacious Vivian.

The name absolutely suited her.

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