Grace stared up at the tall masts. She didn't realize that she was stepping backwards until she tripped over a bucket and landed hard on her bottom, her skirts drenched in dirty water. Giles hauled himself from the plank that had just pulled him up to the deck, vaulted the rail, and was at Grace's side. "Are you all right?" She gave him a wry grin. "Well, you see, I wanted to get wet one way or another today, and you kept saving me. I had to be creative." He chuckled and lifted her into his arms. "Well, had you but said so..." he replied. He carried her to the rail and swung his arms back as though to hurl her overboard. "Nay!" she squealed, hardly able to get the word past her convulsive laughter. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life. God, she smelled sweet, Giles thought. The heady scent of jasmine and the feel of her light but nicely rounded body begged an immediate response from him, and he had to fight the urge to kiss her long and hard. Grace grinned up at him, pleased to see the lines on his face deepen with laughter rather than worry. Then his eyes left hers, dropping to her mouth, and she could feel the heat of his gaze nearly palpable upon her lips. Something happened inside of her, a peculiar pull that made her pulse quicken. Her smile faded, and she said primly, "You may put me down." "Of course," Giles said, doing so. He cleared his throat and tried to clear his mind. Grace didn't know which was more fascinating, the sea or the man...
Paula Reed lives in the suburbs of Denver, Colorado with her husband, two school-age children, and dog. She earned her BA in English from the University of Colorado at Boulder and teaches high school English part-time.
She began writing her first novel (unpublished) in the late 1980's, just before she had her first child, but the project was put on hold in the busyness of teaching and parenting. After a tragic shooting incident at the school where she taught, she sought a few hours of escape each day by finally finishing that book. What began as a lark became a much-needed respite from grief. Fast on the heels of that first book came the idea for a second (Into His Arms, her first published work) and a third, and a new passion was born. Three years after the shootings, she took a leave of absence to focus on getting her writing career off the ground. Now, teaching half time leaves plenty of time to keep creating happy endings!