Take My Breath Away

by Tina Donahue

Genres: Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

Rock My World As a former Marine-turned-Hollywood director, Cole Ryder's faced many challenges, but none like this. To research his latest film, he's spending three full days (and nights) in a lush, tropical paradise with sensual survival expert Ariel Leigh, and--according to her protective, wealthy uncle--Cole is not to seduce her, romance her, or in any way touch her. . .not even when she oh-so-casually removes her shirt to show him how it can be used to trap fish. . .not even when she oh-so-uninhibitedly bathes under a waterfall. . .not even when her unexpected kisses and playful pillow talk just beg him to take her in his arms under a canopy of stars. For paradise, t his is starting to feel a lot like torture. . . Ariel knows her doting uncle only wants her to have a real man who's worthy of her, right down to his tender, faithful heart. Until Cole, Ariel was pretty sure such a guy didn't exist. But there's no denying what she sees in Cole's gaze whenever she's near, and why she's determined to give him one last test to see if he's the one. Oh baby, bring it on. 'Cause this former Marine isn't about to let Ariel leave his heart or his life. He's out to prove that he is the man to take her breath away. . .now and for the rest of their seriously sexy lives. . . Tina Donahue is a multi-published novelist in contemporary and historical romance. She was the editor of an award-winning Midwestern newspaper, worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company, served as public relations director for a California literary agency, and is currently the Managing Editor for a global business document concern. She has also modeled professionally, appearing on billboards throughout the nation.

Release date: May 16, 2013

Publisher: Brava

Print pages: 313

Sample

“Mark my words,” Thaddeus Leigh said. His gravelly voice rose above the noise of rustling palm leaves and the cries of brilliantly colored macaws flying overhead. “Before this is over, you will dearly love Ariel.”

Cole Ryder did not comment on that odd pronouncement, nor did he finish lifting the bottle of Dos Equis to his lips. He actually forgot the beer as his mind repeated before this is over, you will dearly love Ariel?

Was Thaddeus joking? Until two minutes ago, Cole hadn’t even known that Thaddeus—the globally recognized expert in wilderness survival—had family. A niece to be precise, who was suddenly the go-to person for survival skill research since Thaddeus had suddenly retired to this tropical paradise, which he owned and called Isla de Delicia—Island of Delight.

Given the mischievous arch of Thaddeus’s grizzled white brows, Cole could see that the old guy was really delighted now. Hell, even his leathery face and neck were blushing.

Cole wasn’t about to ask why or inquire into when he would actually meet little Ariel, because he had already guessed the worst.

The girl was most likely built like him, an ex-Marine, which would be great for a survival expert, but wasn’t at all enticing in a woman. Not that Cole was particularly judgmental—oh, no—he was a realist. Despite her masculinity—maybe because of it—Thaddeus loved his little niece, while his little niece most likely loved the thought of meeting a writer/director because she loved the thought of a film career.

Like I can give it to her? Cole took a healthy sip of his beer and considered his limitations, the least of which was his reluctance to be saddled with Ariel.

The real problem was that he was new to the movie business himself, and had only got into it because a friend of a friend of a friend had needed some expert advice on military operations for a major film. After providing that and his expertise on a series of military-action flicks that turned out to be huge box office, everything just kind of snowballed.

So, here he was in paradise for his very first feature film that he had almost finished writing and would eventually direct just as soon as he got some details on survival in the tropics. Details that were not going to be provided by Thaddeus Leigh, but by Ariel the survival expert, whom Cole might not survive. Damn.

Thaddeus was still looking at him expectantly, as if great things were to come, while the old guy’s contented smile said life was good.

“Everything all right, young man?” Thaddeus suddenly asked.

Cole lied. “Yes, sir, it is.”

Thaddeus’s smile finally faded as he continued to stare.

“Are you quite certain?” His tone was now accusatory. “I detect a note of caution in your voice.”

Actually, it was depression. “Not at all, sir,” Cole lied again, even as he wondered why there had to be this complication when he had so many others.

Planning a six-month military operation had never been as frustrating as planning this two-hour film, but this research, at least, should have been easy. It wasn’t as if he was totally unfamiliar with survival in the wild since he had studied it during his Force Recon days.

Of course, he had never had to survive on a tropical island during his many operations—broiling desert landscapes were far more familiar to him—but even then he never had to actually live off the land. Ex-Marine or not, the thought made Cole gag. It would make his audience gag. So, he simply needed some very minor tips on island survival, which he was going to get from Ariel.

Cole pressed his fingertips against his throbbing temple. If he didn’t agree to her instruction, plus putting her into his film, Thaddeus would probably nix the idea of allowing it to be shot on this lush, delightful isle. That would add yet another problem to the hundreds that had already cropped up in a film that wasn’t yet into production.

And you actually believed this career would be easy, Cole told himself. He took another healthy sip of his brew, while his gaze skimmed this place.

Beyond the expanse of lush lawn, where several tables and chairs had been set up, Thaddeus’s Spanish-style villa hugged the hill above the sea. The sprawling compound was crowned with a red-tiled roof. Clusters of scarlet, purple, and yellow bougainvillea clung to the dwelling’s startling white walls and fluttered in the persistent breeze to scent the balmy air. Coconut palms and ferns were in abundance, though more widely spaced than the thick foliage of the rain forest that waited from behind. There, monkeys and other wildlife played and watched. Here, the sounds of the ocean were muted as it licked a beach that looked like powdered sugar beneath the lowering sun.

Okay, Cole thought, so this is nice, but still dangerous given the old guy’s niece. Sort of like a Club Med Hell since there was no escape until his pilot returned tomorrow morning, unless, of course, Cole opted to swim to the next island.

His gaze drifted in that direction. From this vantage point that island looked like a speck of dirt in an endless sea.

He looked away. Coming here hadn’t been such a good idea after all, but Cole reminded himself that he had been in far worse situations. Not the Marines, mind you, but dealing with the suits and creative types in Hollywood. That was enough to give nightmares to a soldier of fortune. So, this couldn’t be that bad. He’d meet Ariel, whom he was going to dearly love before this was all over, be polite, listen to what she had to say, then cut out as quickly as he—

Cole’s thoughts paused when he heard the unmistakable whap-whap-whap of a helicopter in the distance. As he lifted his head and looked in the direction of that noise, Cole wondered if his pilot was returning. Had the guy forgotten something? Would it be possible to actually escape this place before—

“Ah,” Thaddeus said, his voice serene and filled with love as it cut into Cole’s thoughts, “that must be Ariel.”

Welcome to Club Med Hell. “Yes, sir,” Cole said, steeling himself for the worst as the helicopter finally came into view from behind a cluster of thickly crowned palms, then headed straight for them.

The aircraft, at least, was sexy as hell. A sleek, black Bell 407 that effortlessly cut through the air and brought to mind strains of ominous music—something classical and Wagnerian—with lots of low tones and clashing cymbals. The kind of refrain that might have opened an old Schwarzenegger or Bruce Willis action flick. Music Cole figured he’d use, along with this scene of a helicopter coming closer, closer, closer as it opened his political-military thriller and gave a hint of what was to come once the insurgents—or in this case Ariel—landed.

“She’s quite good at that, isn’t she?” Thaddeus shouted above the noise.

Cole looked at the old guy. Thaddeus was holding onto his Panama hat, while his weathered face was raised to that copter as it reached the helipad to the left of this area.

“Good at what?” Cole shouted.

“Why, flying that helicopter, of course!”

Ariel pilots helicopters? Cole glanced to the side and saw the silhouette of only one body in that bird. Well, what do you know. Not only was she piloting the thing, she was landing it pretty damned well, too.

Glancing up from that flawless descent, Cole tried to see details of her, but was out of luck—or maybe in luck. Who knew? The next few minutes were pure torture as the blades of that copter slowly whap-whap-whapped to a stop. During this, Ariel leaned down until she was completely out of sight as she fiddled with something inside the cabin.

“Patience,” Thaddeus said.

Cole pretended not to hear.

“She’ll join us in good time,” Thaddeus added.

That’s what Cole was afraid of as the door to that copter finally popped open and Ariel stepped outside.

She was immediately surrounded by Thaddeus’s housekeeping staff that had run across the lawn to the helipad. As Ariel came around the copter door and bent at the waist to lower something to the ground, she was again obstructed from view.

Cole wondered if that was a good omen . . . or maybe a bad omen of things to—

His thoughts suddenly paused as the staff moved aside just as Ariel straightened.

Thaddeus called out, “Please be certain you get those books she’s brought to me!”

The staff chorused a “Yes, sir!”

Thaddeus leaned toward Cole. “Ariel’s found a simply delightful bookstore that deals in rare volumes.”

Cole nodded absently to that.

Thaddeus shouted more directives to his staff, the gist of which escaped Cole. Lowering the bottle of beer from his lips, he pushed up in his chair as his gaze simply prowled over Ariel Leigh.

Patience, Thaddeus had said.

Not a chance, Cole thought. He couldn’t explore every part of her quickly enough. She was a tall woman, probably five-ten, with a sleek and well-toned body that was a delicious caramel color from days spent outdoors. As she moved fully into the sun now it intensified the color of her hair. That reddish gold mane was worn in a thick braid, while delicate tendrils danced over her tawny cheeks with the constant breeze.

Warmth continued to flood through Cole, settling in his groin. That’s Ariel? Not only was she nothing like what he had feared, but she was exquisitely female—the real deal, not the Hollywood version of what femininity should be. From this distance it appeared she wore little, if any, makeup.

She didn’t need it. Her charm was natural, her beauty unique and more stunning than anything Cole had seen in Los Angeles where plastic surgery and excess were the norm. Even Ariel’s clothing was simple, yet elegant—a white, sleeveless cotton top, white shorts that revealed an amazing expanse of her sleek legs, and white moccasins on her feet.

Cole’s body continued to respond as he imagined licking her long, slender toes before he worked his way up those taut calves and creamy thighs to those delicate curls between her legs. Were they auburn, too?

A man could hope. A man should really know.

Of course, to do that, he would definitely have to stay longer than just tonight, possibly several days, which wasn’t out of the question if he played dumb about this survival stuff, pretending he knew absolutely nothing about it. That would get her to show him everything she knew for as long as was needed. That would give them time to get to know each other, like each other, make love with—

“Young man,” Thaddeus suddenly said, breaking into Cole’s thoughts.

Cole nodded as his gaze continued to hunger over Ariel.

“I am over here,” Thaddeus said.

Uh-huh. Getting his bearings, Cole finally looked at the old guy. “Yes, sir.”

Thaddeus quietly regarded Cole before continuing. “As I so clearly stated just a few minutes ago—before this is over, you will dearly love Ariel.”

“Okay.”

Thaddeus frowned. “I believe you misunderstand.” Gripping his cane, he leaned forward in his rattan chair and spoke in a voice only Cole could hear. “Men can so easily fall in love with my niece because of her obvious charms. But I warn you, young man, you are not to romance her, nor seduce her, nor lead her on, nor touch her in any way while she is with you. Any and all desire that you feel you will keep to yourself. If you do otherwise, you will never make another film or work in this business or any other again—not even the Marines—is that understood?”

Cole said, “Yes, sir,” to that and only that.

Thaddeus knew. Narrowing his pale blue eyes, he added the coup de grace. “Believe me, I had to use all my powers of persuasion to get Ariel to do this, given that she abhors Hollywood types.”

Okay. So maybe it was time to reconsider his first thought that she wanted a film career, which given her effortless sensuality Cole knew he could easily deliver. God. Not only did she not want that, but she abhorred Hollywood types, which Thaddeus presumably thought he was, and which she probably did, too.

“But I’m certain all will turn out well,” Thaddeus said as he leaned back into his chair and smiled. “You stay on your best behavior, and there will be absolutely no reason for Ariel to deal with you in her usual fashion.”

Cole wasn’t about to ask what that fashion might be, sensing it didn’t involve lingering kisses or wild lovemaking. And here he had thought the Hollywood powers-that-be were tough to deal with.

Suppressing a frown, Cole warned himself not to look in her direction. A moment later, his full attention was back on her, because he couldn’t fucking help himself. He was a man, for God’s sake, and damn, but she was some woman.

She was at the rear of the copter now and bending at the waist as she checked something out. Cole hadn’t a clue what that something might be as his gaze remained on the edge of her shorts that fluttered in the wind, while the waning sun kissed the backs of her seamless thighs and outstanding butt.

Every part of Cole’s body responded to that amazing scene as he imagined her in that position within his room, willingly presenting herself to him, remaining open and vulnerable as he slowly lowered those shorts from her achingly soft flesh, exposing it for his use and their pleasure.

Cole’s cock stiffened even more, his tightened balls simply ached for relief, but he didn’t dare adjust himself in his chair with Thaddeus still eyeing him.

A trickle of perspiration ran from Cole’s temple to his jaw as he finally wondered why she abhorred Hollywood types.

Had she been in love with one, then deeply hurt? Had she been engaged to one? Divorced from one?

Damn. Was she still married now? Was she engaged? Was she free?

She was finally straightening and turning as she exchanged pleasantries with the young man who had secured the copter, then those staff that were taking her bags. At last, she saw an older woman approach and held out her arms in welcome. As the two women embraced, Ariel smiled.

Cole’s fingers paused on his temple. That smile was simply radiant and aroused him beyond reason. It was the kind of smile that brought a man to his knees, making him return home again and again no matter how dangerous or difficult the journey might be. It was a smile that made anything possible.

Inhaling deeply, he watched as the two women finally parted and Ariel headed in his direction.

Her step was light, her movements fluid, her gaze on the small bag slung over her shoulder before she abruptly looked up.

In that moment, her gaze touched Cole’s. In that moment, her step actually paused.

Well, well, well, Cole thought.

She seemed as suddenly taken with him as he was with her.

And no matter Thaddeus’s admonitions, Cole just couldn’t help but stare.

Several of those auburn tendrils continued to wiggle in the persistent breeze that pushed against her clothing, revealing the gentle swell of her breasts and the flare of her hips. Cole looked from that back to her eyes. They were light enough to be blue or green. They remained on him as if she could not—or would not—look away.

Ariel, his mind whispered, while his heart raced and his body continued to respond.

At last, he smiled.

Ariel’s gaze touched that smile. She was quickly warmed by it and completely confused.

This couldn’t be the man she was supposed to teach survival skills. This couldn’t be the man whose safety would be hers to keep, whose presence would be a constant throughout that instruction.

Ariel moistened her lips at that possibility, then pulled in her tongue when she saw his gaze lower to her mouth. There his attention lingered before he again glanced up.

Her belly fluttered as he unexpectedly pushed back in his chair and stood. Was he coming to greet her? Would he actually touch her?

Have you lost all good sense?

This man—or rather no man—would dare touch her under the watchful gaze of her uncle.

Nor would she touch such a man, since she wasn’t into Hollywood types or shallow guys. Long before today Ariel had vowed never to get involved in a one-night stand or a casual relationship or, worse, a fraud of a marriage stuffed with extra-marital affairs like the one her parents continued to have, with that being something she really didn’t want to think about now.

Of course, it was either that or think about the time—all the time—she would be spending with this man.

Despite her convictions and all the precautions in the world, Ariel wasn’t so certain she would survive that.

Oh, he was something. Well over six feet with a build that was lean, muscled, wonderfully hard, and definitely ready for anything. Oddly enough, it wasn’t the kind of physique one got from gym equipment, but rather outdoor activity.

Her gaze drifted over his white linen shirt, the sleeves of which had been folded back to mid-forearm, and then to his beige linen slacks. Wind continued to push the fabric of both against his broad chest and what looked to be his erection.

Ariel’s mouth went dry. She ordered herself to lift her gaze from that lovely bulge.

When she finally did, he was still regarding her, and there wasn’t a thing Ariel could do except meet his gaze. His eyes were as richly brown as his hair. Those dark, silky waves danced across his forehead with the breeze and curled around his ears. Though clean-shaven, his face was shadowed with beard as night approached.

He was quite beautiful; nothing on earth could convince Ariel otherwise. His features were enticingly masculine, his skin deeply tanned, his presence certainly not what she needed. Oh, no, not this, please; not a shallow Hollywood type. Not someone who would have the same problem with honesty and fidelity as her parents had, and who would worry more about image than substance. Nope. No damn way. The sooner this was over, the better it would be for all involved.

At last, she got moving again.

Cole saw the change in her expression. Whatever had gone on in her mind just now, she was suddenly a woman on a mission, because her gaze was no longer open and vulnerable.

Now it was all business.

Oddly enough that didn’t change one damned thing for Cole. Desire so quickly flooded through him, he was forced to lock his knees and endure an arousal that was overwhelming and would not be easily satisfied.

She knew it, too. Cole had seen her expression when her gaze had dipped to his erection. In that slice of time she had looked aroused, not disturbed—and that’s what mattered most, not her cool demeanor now.

“My dear,” Thaddeus said first.

She nodded at her uncle’s greeting even as her gaze remained on Cole. When she, at last, looked away, she took Thaddeus’s outstretched hand and brought it to her cheek. With her other hand, she lifted the old guy’s Panama hat to reveal a bald, freckled crown circled by wisps of hair in varying shades of auburn and white.

Leaning down, Ariel delicately kissed that shiny pate.

He quickly complained. “Stop that. You’re messing up my hair.”

Ariel gently replaced his hat, then spoke in a very sweet voice. “What hair?”

Thaddeus arched one grizzled brow and looked at Cole. “See what I have to put up with?”

You lucky bastard, Cole thought as his gaze remained on Ariel. She was now so close he could see that her eyes were a grayish green and appeared far cooler than her manner allowed.

There was heat in her cheeks and throat. There was still wonder and interest in those amazing eyes.

“Well now,” Thaddeus said after a charged silence, “I suppose it’s time for you two to meet.” He sounded vaguely annoyed.

Cole was damn near giddy. “Yes sir, it is.”

Ariel looked at him. Cole smiled, and just like that her gaze softened.

Before she got too giddy, Thaddeus smacked his cane against the table’s wrought-iron leg. Ariel flinched with the clang.

Thaddeus continued speaking as she glared at him. “Ariel, dear, this is Cole Ryder. Now, as I explained when I begged you to join us—yes,” he said, speaking above her, “I begged as you were hardly enthusiastic. At times, you were downright rude, but I forgive you. Anyway,” he said, as her cheeks flushed, “as I explained at the time, Mr. Ryder is a writer and a director who comes to us from Hollywood. However, unlike many writers and directors who were once unemployed actors or waiters or who-knows-what else, Mr. Ryder did have a real job at one time when he was a Marine.”

Ariel’s slender brows rose with that news. She looked at Cole in amazement or maybe disbelief.

Cole wondered why. Was it that surprising that he had had a real job before getting into this unreal one? Or did she doubt he could have survived the rigors of the military if he was now a Hollywood type?

“Of course,” Thaddeus continued, “Mr. Ryder simply stumbled into this new career by serving as a military subject matter expert on the movies of other writers and directors who were once unemployed actors, or waiters, or who-knows-what-else. Because of Mr. Ryder’s expertise in the military field, in particular the Marines elite Force Recon unit, where I’ve been told he distinguished himself again and again in quite dangerous military operations, he’s been given a chance to make his own movies. Political and military action thrillers I believe they’re called. Life is strange, wouldn’t you say?”

“At times,” Ariel said.

Despite her continuing surprise Cole forgave her, because she had an outstanding voice. Sweet, silky, and so damned enticing he might have smiled again, if not for Thaddeus. The old guy was watching them like a drill sergeant, because he damn well knew what Ariel’s direct gaze and amazing voice did to a guy.

“Young man,” Thaddeus suddenly said.

Cole resisted the urge to roll his eyes and finally looked at him. “Yes, sir.”

Thaddeus regarded Cole, his gaze a warning not to seduce her, romance her, lead her on, or touch her in any way. “This is my niece, Ariel Leigh.”

Yes, sir. “Ariel,” he said, then stepped around his chair so that he could offer his hand.

Before he got that far, Thaddeus put out his cane, stopping Cole. “Not so fast,” he said.

Suppressing a sigh, Cole lifted his gaze from that rosewood cane to those suspicious blue eyes.

“There is nothing Ariel doesn’t know about survival in the wild,” Thaddeus explained. “Nothing.”

Cole slowly nodded, figuring what the old guy really meant was survival from the wild.

“Though Ariel is quite young,” Thaddeus added, “only twenty-seven, by the way, she is still quite amazing at what she does.”

“I have absolutely no doubt of that.” Cole met her gaze. “You did a fine job landing that bird.”

Her cheeks quickly flushed to that compliment, after which she arched one brow.

Cole arched his right back.

She seemed surprised at his teasing, then unexpectedly smiled.

It was luminous, dimpled, and so damned honest it melted Cole’s heart.

“Mr. Ryder,” Thaddeus said, then continued when Cole frowned at him. “How old are you?”

How old am I? “Thirty-three . . . why?”

“Old enough to know better, then,” Thaddeus said in answer to the question. “Old enough to be cautious of dangerous situations and to heed all warnings.”

Cole was not about to comment on that.

Thaddeus’s eyes suddenly twinkled. That mischievous note was back in his voice as he said, “With Ariel’s youthful enthusiasm and your caution, you two make a good match.”

Cole looked at her.

She was staring at her uncle as if the old guy had lost his mind.

Thaddeus pretended not to notice. “Go on,” he said, as if he were a headmaster at a school dance, “say hello.”

Ariel cautiously turned to Cole. After a brief pause she said, “Mr. Ryder.”

There was such regard and obvious welcome in her voice, he was momentarily stunned.

“Cole—please,” he finally said, then went to her and offered his hand.

Ariel slipped her own inside.

Her fingers felt incredibly delicate, moist, and hot, while her grip was really firm.

For some crazy reason that made Cole want to show her how strong he was. If need be, he’d carry her from here to the other end of the island and back, then pleasure her until dawn, if she allowed it.

“So, Cole,” she said, as her thumb stroked his, “you and I will be spending the next few days and nights together.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it without saying a word. For a moment, he wasn’t certain he had heard her correctly, given that blood was whizzing in his ears as she continued to stroke his thumb.

You and I will be spending the next few days and nights together?

Cole’s head swam to. . .