Hi, Janice Seagraves here again.
Another question I get asked a lot is: how I made the scene so realistic?
Well, I grew up with a fisherman for a father. I got taken camping every summer and learned among other things to: fish, clean the fish, hike, swim and cook over an open fire.
In this excerpt Seth is trying to teach Megan how to scuba dive. But this scene is actually from something that happened when my hubby, who was in the Navy, tried to teach me toÂ snorkel. But what happens next is pure fiction.
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Windswept Shores by Janice Seagraves
Cover Contest Winner
erotic contemporary romance
novel (approx 50K)
Cover Art by Pink Petal Books with assistance from Winterheart Design
The sole survivor of a plane crash, Megan is alone on a deserted island in the Bahamas until she finds a nearly-drowned man washed up on shore. Another survivor, this time from a boat wreck. With only meager survival skills between them, will they survive and can they find love?
Excerpt 2: Meganâ€™s first snorkel lesson interrupted by . . . something very large.
â€œOh, good, I thought you would insist that I learn the whole thing all at once,â€ Megan said, relieved. Jonathan would have.
â€œYou arenâ€™t ready to learn it all at once,â€ Seth told her. â€œJust float on you tummy and watch the fishies.â€
They floated side by side. The bright-colored tropical fish darted about, reminding her of an aquarium seen from above. Something puzzled her. Whatâ€™s happened to the fish? Thereâ€™s not as many as there was before.
She floated over the kelp, noting pieces of crab shells scattered about. With a start, she spotted a pair of eyes watching her. Megan grabbed Sethâ€™s arm, pointing. Her heart hammered in her chest while her stomach clinched. What the hell is that thing? The urge to run hit her hard. Calm, calm, wait and see what Seth does.
Seth nodded and swam down.
Floating in place, only occasionally moving his hand or foot, he and the critter seemed to take each otherâ€™s measure. A long moment passed, with Megan watching, still holding her breath. He swam back up to the surface.
Seth pulled his goggles and mouth piece off, setting them on top of his head. â€œItâ€™s a giant octopus, luv. It blends right into the kelp, so we didnâ€™t notice him before.â€
Megan yanked out her mouth piece and sputtered, â€œWhat do you mean, giant octopus?â€
â€œI reckon there isnâ€™t so much seaweed as octopus. I think itâ€™s been feeding on the fishies and the crabs here.â€
â€œWell, that explains what happened to the fish.â€
â€œYou want to stay, or do you want give the ocean a burl?â€
â€œThe ocean. This little lagoon doesnâ€™t feel so safe with a hungry giant octopus hanging around, pretending to be plant life.â€
â€œOrright, letâ€™s go. Iâ€™ll get a spear gun and collecting bag.â€ He headed toward the shore.
Megan swam slowly after until she felt something brush against her, going from crotch to foot. She put more speed into her stroke and soon passed Seth, hitting the beach at a dead run. Turning, she stared back at the innocent-seeming pool. For a brief moment, the water appeared crystal clear, and she could clearly see the giant octopus as it seemed to wink at her, before pulling itself back into the kelp. The breeze picked up, obscuring the surface.
â€œWhatâ€™s the matter, luv?â€ Seth asked as he took off his goggles.
â€œI think. No, I know that thing touched me.â€ She pointed at the lagoon with a shaking finger.
â€œA touch or a grab?â€ he asked, looking back at the pool.
â€œA touch,â€ she admitted.
â€œTheyâ€™re intelligent creatures, luv. It might have had a bit of fun with you.â€ He grinned.
â€œYouâ€™re a fisherman. Go get itâ€”kill it,â€ she demanded, glaring back at the water. â€œHow do you like that, huh? Tentacles, itâ€™s whatâ€™s for dinner!â€
Book trailer:Â http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XUAMBhl76k
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Janice Seagraves grew up with a deep love of science fiction and adventure stories. Always the consummate artist, she traded in her paint brush for a desktop to write breathless life-affirming novels that celebrate enduring love.