Everyone loves her parents' pool under the Mediterranean sun. And Emma soon discovers why. Something more than water lives there, distributing happiness while it looks for a way home. When Emma succumbs to a little physical happiness of her own, she has no idea how it will affect her own future, or that of her watery lover...
Praise for Heat Stroke: Cool Pool
"This is one of those books that's just pure fun to read. The characterizations and dialogue between the two are sweet and romantic, something Emma hasn't had in a long time. Ms. Treanor definitely shows her craftsmanship and a sense of humor in making this a great pick-me-up for a day when the reader may be feeling blue or just wants a really sweet story."
-- Dee Dailey, The Romance Studio
"Cool Pool by Marie Treanor is a fun and innovative adventure. If you like your stories quick and to the point, Cool Pool is definitely a story you should read."
Willow, Dark Angel Reviews
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Heat Stroke: Cool Pool
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Copyright ©2008 Marie Treanor
The water lapping at my breasts might have been hands, fingers spread, cupping them, teasing my nipples as the storm built between my legs.
Oh yes, I was going to come, and it was going to be so hot…
"Fuck!" I jerked my body upright, splashed over to the side in an ungainly hurry and sit dripping and trembling on the side of the pool. Between my thighs, an agony of desire clamoured for satisfaction.
What the hell was going on? Was I so frustrated that I had to imagine… What the hell had I imagined?
I stared at the pool. I must have fallen asleep, dreaming -- inspired by the foolish ecstasy on the wrinklies' faces as they swam. No wonder I was frustrated. After Terry, I would never trust any man enough to screw him. I was doomed to a life of celibacy and erotic dreams.
The pool did have some very odd ripples. There was no breeze -- I had no idea where the water's movement came from. But it looked so pretty, two sets of waves coming together and rising.
I blinked. The upward splash seemed to have frozen in the air -- except that it moved, constantly, changing shape before my eyes into a shaft, into a neck and shoulders, with a head above.
My mouth fell open. I shook my head, blinked several times, but the creature kept growing, totally transparent like sculpted, sparkling water. It even had a fine, broad chest, long, shaggy hair, a perfect man from the waist up. Except that he was made of water.
And below the water…
Jesus. This bloody scary weirdness was happening in front of me and I was looking for his schlong?
The water man had beautiful features -- long, fine nose; full, sculpted lips; broad jawline; clear, arched eyebrows etched on his handsome face.
And he was gazing at me, curiously. "You do not accept my pleasure?"
I was still dreaming, that was it… "I like to be asked."
He smiled. "Come back in. Let me comfort your pain with love."
"With sex," I corrected dryly. "In my experience, sex never supplied any comfort whatsoever. Hell, it wasn't even much fun."
Stuff Terry. I was through even thinking about him.
"With me, it's fun."