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Danielle Thorne
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Danielle Thorne published poetry and more for over fifteen years while freelancing the family life market. In the late 90’s she moderated for the WritersPad community, and enjoyed editing and reviewing for Bookideas.com. Some of her work has been showcased by Espresso Fiction, Fiction of the Day, StorySouth, The Nantahala Review, Cenotaph, and The Virginia Parent. She won an Honorable Mention in Writer’s Digest 2006 writing competition. Her second contemporary romance, TURTLE SOUP won the Awe-struck 2008 Short Novel contest. Her first two novels, THE PRIVATEER, and contemporary romance TURTLE SOUP, are available at Awe-Struck.net . |
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September Release TURTLE SOUP If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, what do you do if he can’t stomach you? Awe-struck Publishing announces the release of contemporary romance, TURTLE SOUP. This short novel by Danielle Thorne (author of THE PRIVATEER) is a 2008 Awe-struck Short Novel winner. Sea turtles may be endangered but after an encounter with marine biologist, Jack Brandon, nothing will stop Sara Hart from naming her deli Turtle Soup. When Jack takes a job at the nearby Georgia Aquarium, Sara finds the environmental poster boy at her door, hungry and carrying a chip on his shoulder. Neither thinks the other has what it takes, until a scuba class reveals what lies beneath the surface. Find out more about TURTLE SOUP! http://www.awe-struck.net/books/turtle_soup.html Excerpt: Jack rotated and refilled some of the tanks. Guffin gave him a slap on the back. "Lock-up the classroom, will you? I've got to call the front office." "Sure." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sara peeling off her wet suit. She was under the shower head in the rinse area, one hand against the green tile to keep her balance. He couldn't help watching the little wiggle in her hips. The harder she pulled, the longer the rubber stretched as if it were a piece of black gum. He would have laughed out loud if jets of water weren't smoothing her hair down in a wheat curtain against her back. Her legs were athletic and trim. She needed a tan, his defenses observed. Before he could stop himself he stepped into the shower to help her pull the wetsuit the rest of the way off. He caught her off balance and had to grab her wrist so she didn't fall. Her hand landed squarely on his bare chest, his eyes in the valley between the cups of her dark bikini. One leg of the wetsuit had flopped to the tiles, while the other was still glued to her calf. She looked down foolishly for a moment as if unsure what to do but they're eyes met and she seemed to trade her embarrassment for unease. The words I'm sorry passed through his mind, but he kissed her instead. Without thinking, he closed his eyes and put his mouth on hers, timidly, in case she bit him. She didn't bite, but she didn't lean into him either. Her lips had a light layer of salt residue that had not rinsed off and he kissed her harder enjoying the scent of her breath that rose up with the steam. With a jolt the water temperature switched to ice cold and he stumbled back. Sara had not been lost as lost in the moment as he'd thought. "I'm sorry," she said as she screwed the faucet handle off. She wiped the water off her face and ran her hands over her hair. He moved to put his arms around her again but she stepped back out of reach. "Don't. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." Her face was so red it looked like her cheeks could bleed. Humiliation singed Jack's pride. "You didn't mean that?" "No." She tripped over her wetsuit trying to escape. He reached for a towel and wordlessly she accepted. Struggling, she pulled the other leg of her wetsuit off at last. He stood on the pool deck waiting for something more. Of course she didn't mean it. She didn't like him one iota. She would head straight home and tell her little niece everything. There'd be a cookie on the menu tomorrow called Crummy Kiss. He drew an angry breath but before he could insult her she stuck her hand out like a traffic cop. "Don't say it." "Say what?" A cold wave of disgust washed over him. Why had he let himself think she was different? "What makes you think I meant it either?" He thought he saw her eyes water but she quickly wiped her face. He spun on his heel and stalked off before she looked up again. April 17, 2009: New release: THE PRIVATEER Buy Now: http://www.awe-struck.net/books/the_privateer.html The reign of piracy is over in the Caribbean, or so it’s believed until diamonds are discovered in Brazil. Despite the cover-up, Captain Julius Bertrand begins to hear whispers. The Spanish guardacostas are dumping log books, and a new French pirate is on the prowl. Distracted by an avaricious woman he could never love, and the beautiful Kate O’Connell who doesn’t need him, he tries to untangle the web of mysterious cargo someone in the New World wants kept secret. When Bertrand’s pirating past returns with the explosive force of a sweeping broadside, he finds he must sacrifice everything his respectable life has brought him, in order to save what matters most. |
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Visit Danielle Thorne's website: www.daniellethorne.jimdo.com |
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THE PRIVATEER: Buy it Now- http://www.awe-struck.net/books/the_privateer.html TURTLE SOUP Buy It Now- http://www.awe-struck.net/books/turtle_soup.html Visit me: www.daniellethorne.jimdo.com |
