The Bride with No Name [NOOK Book]

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Splash!

From the moment he pulled the unconscious woman from the sea, Trevor Marlowe knew his life would never be the same. But even the celebrated restaurateur couldn't have predicted how passionately he'd fall for his beautiful, mysterious mermaid. Even if she couldn't tell him who she was.

She couldn't remember her life before the compelling stranger rescued her. She only knew that this kind, sexy man who called her Venus made her feel as if...

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Overview

Splash!

From the moment he pulled the unconscious woman from the sea, Trevor Marlowe knew his life would never be the same. But even the celebrated restaurateur couldn't have predicted how passionately he'd fall for his beautiful, mysterious mermaid. Even if she couldn't tell him who she was.

She couldn't remember her life before the compelling stranger rescued her. She only knew that this kind, sexy man who called her Venus made her feel as if she were the most special woman in the world. He made her believe they had a future together--even if she had no clue about her past....

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426820472
  • Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
  • Publication date: 9/1/2007
  • Series: Kate's Boys Series , #1917
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 184,027
  • File size: 185 KB

Meet the Author

Prolific romance author Marie Ferrarella swears she was born writing, "which must have made the delivery especially hard for my mother."

Born in West Germany of Polish parents, she came to America when she was four years of age. For an entire year, Marie and her family explored the eastern half of the country before finally settling in New York. It was there that she was to meet the man she would marry, truly her first love. Marie was only 14 when she first laid eyes on her future husband, Charles Ferrarella.

From an early age, Marie's parents would find her watching television or tucked away in some private place, writing at a furious pace. "Initially, I began writing myself into my favorite shows. I was a detective on 77 Sunset Strip, the missing Cartwright sibling they never talked about on Bonanza, and the Girl from U.N.C.L.E. before there was a Girl from U.N.C.L.E., not to mention an active participant in the serialized stories on The Mickey Mouse Club."

Marie began to write her first romance novel when she was 11 years old, although she claims that, at the time, she didn't even realize it was a romance!

She scribbled off and on, while dreaming of a career as an actress.

During her days at Queens College, acting started to lose its glamour as Marie spent more and more time writing. After receiving her English degree, specializing in Shakespearean comedy, Marie and her family moved to Southern California, where she still resides today.

After an interminable seven weeks apart, Charles decided he couldn't live without her and came out to California to marry hischildhoodsweetheart.

Ever practical, Marie was married in a wash-and-wear wedding dress that she sewed herself, appliqués and all. "'Be prepared' has always been my motto," the author jokes. This motto has been stretched considerably by her two children, "but basically, it still applies," she says.

Marie has one goal: to entertain, to make people laugh and feel good. "That's what makes me happy," she confesses. "That, and a really good romantic evening with my husband." She's keeping her fingers crossed that you enjoy reading her books as much as she's enjoyed writing them!

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He was alone on the beach.
He'd hoped he would be. But despite the fact that it was almost midnight and officially one day into autumn, because this was Southern California, there was always a chance that a pair of lovers would be out, making use of the solitude.
Either a pair of lovers or a homeless person, seeking a little uninterrupted sleep on one of the benches that outlined a portion of Laguna Beach.
Half beach, half park, with a carefully crafted pseudo-Mediterranean backdrop in the distance, this particular section offered the best of both worlds, which was why, when he'd decided to finally take the plunge and open up his own restaurant, Trevor Marlowe had chosen this area for his locale.
The windows of his restaurant, Kate's Kitchen, looked out onto the sea. There were times when he thought his patrons came as much for the view of the Pacific as they did for the cuisine, but Kate, his stepmother and the restaurant's namesake, was quick to set him straight. She insisted that he cooked rings around anyone she knew. Considering he had acquired his love of cooking and learned to create culinary magic from her, Kate's words were high praise indeed.
Not that Kate was actually capable of saying anything even remotely negative, he thought now with a smile. Hurting feelings just wasn't in her nature; it never had been.
Kate Llewellyn Marlowe was kind. Kind, loving and nurturing, with just enough feistiness to prevent her from being sweetly dull. She kept things around her constantly moving. It was she who encouraged him to follow his dream, she who slipped him money on those occasions when he was short so that he could go on to that culinary academy in Italy. She'dsupported him as he perfected skills that were already considerable.
Kate had turned out to be the best influence in all their lives—his, his three brothers' and his father's. He'd hate to think where all of them would be today if his harried father hadn't stumbled across Kate, armed with puppets, working a children's party. According to the story, his father had instantly sensed that this was the woman who could handle his overenergized brood.
He and his brothers had been a handful, acting out, mostly because of their bereavement over the recent death of their mother. There was no telling where he, Mike, Trent and Travis might have wound up had there been no Kate. Possibly juvenile hall.
But, thank God, Kate had come into their lives, bringing sunshine and patient understanding as well as her puppets.
Now Trevor believed that all of them would have been lost without her.
Had that really been twenty years ago? he marveled. It hardly seemed that long.
One long wave made it out farther than its brethren, soaking his bare feet before receding. He felt the sand eroding beneath his soles, the water symbolically trying to draw him as it retreated to the ocean.
He'd better start heading back, Trevor thought, though he made no immediate effort to turn around. He allotted himself a couple more minutes. He really did need to unwind. It had been a long, hard week and the weekend hadn't even arrived yet.
From where he stood, tomorrow wasn't overly promising. Without anyone calling in sick, he was already short one set of hands. That meant double duty for him until he could get a temp agency to send him a replacement for his salad girl. Thinking of the incident caused him to frown.
His previous salad girl, Ava, had quit, not because of any problems at work but because her boyfriend, a biker whose upper torso was all but covered with tattoos, wanted to go on a two-month road trip. Ava couldn't bear the idea of being without him for so long. So, amid profuse apologies this afternoon, she'd removed her apron and then just taken off.
But he'd handle it, Trevor thought. Somehow, he always did. Kate's influence had taught him that he could do anything if he set his mind to it.
He sighed. Sometimes the credo was harder to live by. Which was why he was out here now, after closing time, walking off some steam and maybe just a small amount of anxiety.
Trevor waited for the calm to come. It was obviously taking its time.
He realized that he'd stopped moving and stared out into the endless ocean. The full moon drew a long, almost white streak along the water. It trailed along like the tail of a kite. The night was so quiet, he could almost hear his thoughts forming.
The only thing that broke the sound of the crashing waves was the occasional cry of a passing seagull.
Here and there, he saw the gulls spreading their wings as they hurried to desert the beach, flying inland to seek shelter.
There was a storm coming.
How about that, the weatherman might actually be right for a change, Trevor mused.
He vaguely recalled hearing a prediction of rain hitting the coast by tomorrow. He'd believe it when he saw it. Granted, this could be regarded as the beginning of the region's rainy season, but the last few years had come and gone with less rain than was needed to sustain an aquarium. Southern California was all but bone-dry. It would have taken very little to officially declare a drought.
At this point, the so-called rainy season was going the way of the unicorn and the dragon, myths for the very young.
Sunshine was good for business, Trevor thought, but not for the land. When it rained, people tended to stay in their homes, or call for takeout rather than drive down to the beach to dine in a restaurant. Still, Trevor wished it would rain, at least for a little while. Parched brown was far from his favorite color.
Continuing to stare off into the horizon, his eyes narrowed. Was that some kind of a vessel silhouetted against the sky?
He squinted. He could have sworn he saw something large and white in the water.
A yacht?
Or was that just his imagination? Not that he possessed much of one outside the boundaries of his kitchen. But stress could be making him see things that weren't there.
"Get to bed, Trev, you've got a long day ahead of you tomorrow, remember?" he muttered. "Don't go conjuring up things that aren't there." No one in their right mind would be sailing this time of night with a storm brewing. It had to be a trick of the light.
But even so, Trevor dawdled a minute longer, digging his bare feet into the sand, his shoes dangling from his fingertips. He supposed it was silly, but walking barefoot in the sand always made him feel like a kid again.
A kid with a hell of a lot of blessings to count, he reminded himself.
So why, with his life obviously so full, so busy that he didn't have the time to draw in an unscheduled breath, with everything he ever wanted coming true, did he still feel as if something was missing from his life? As if there was supposed to be more, but wasn't?
"Never satisfied, that's your problem," he murmured under his breath.
He had no doubt that that would have been Travis's assessment of the situation if he'd said anything to his brother. Travis was one of the two people with whom he shared not only his blood but also his face. He, Travis and Trent were born only minutes apart. Triplets so identical that for the first few years, not even his parents or his older brother, Mike, could tell them apart if not for a few identifying tricks his father had employed. He'd heard that his father had actually written their names on the soles of their left feet with a laundry marker until his mother had vetoed that practice.
When they got older, he, Trent and Travis had taken full advantage of their communal looks, playing each other for the sole purpose of messing with everyone else's minds.
The sight of triplets tended to do that to people, he thought with a nostalgic smile. It reduced the public at large to confused masses. Entertained, he and his brothers had made the most of their situation—until their mother died in a plane crash and their world caved in.
He didn't want to think about that now.
Trevor shoved his free hand deep into his pocket. He didn't want to think about anything, really, just make his mind a blank and recharge, that was the purpose behind this little Lawrence of Arabia trek across the cooling sand.
The boardwalk, newly refurbished and running parallel to the sidewalk some fifty feet away, was right behind him. The car he'd driven to come down here this morning wasn't much beyond that, in the restaurant's parking lot. Trevor began to turn toward it, thinking that he needed to put his shoes back on and get home already, when something caught his eye.
It was a great deal closer than the vessel, which got smaller by the moment, off to whatever destination it had charted.
Closer and a lot less imposing.
He didn't know if it was the moon highlighting it— whatever "it" was—or if some stray beam of light had caught on an object bobbing out in the waves.
No, there was definitely something floating out there.
Probably driftwood or a giant hunk of seaweed, Trevor mocked himself.
Or a shark.
As a kid, he'd been terrified of the movie Jaws and all its sequels. So much so that even taking showers required preparatory silent pep talks on his part. For a whole year, he'd taken showers that lasted less than five minutes. His father had praised him for his efforts on behalf of conservation, but Kate knew the real cause. He'd been afraid that the water would attract the finny predator. Without saying anything to him directly, she'd made a point of taking him and his brothers on a field trip to the Aquarium of the Pacific in Long Beach as well as Sea World. Eventually, his phobia faded.
Whatever was out there kept splashing.
Sharks didn't splash like that, he thought. What if it was a person?
What the hell would a person be doing in the middle of the water at this time of night? It didn't make any sense.
But sense or not, his gut told him he was right. Someone was out there. Someone in trouble.
Before he even completed the thought, Trevor found himself running to the edge of the water. He dropped his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket as he made his way into the waves.
"Hey!" he shouted as loud as he could. "You need help out there?" It was a stupid question, but he wanted the person in the water to know that they weren't alone. That help was coming.
There was no answer, only the sound of the waves reaching the shore. That, and another piercing announcement from a seagull.
The closer Trevor got to the edge of the water, the more convinced he was that a human being was out there.
He didn't hesitate.
Trevor dove into the water, fighting to keep his orientation foremost in his mind. He could easily lose his bearings out here in the water, especially in the dark. The water was warmer than he'd expected. Also rougher, but he was a strong swimmer, thanks to the lessons he and his brothers had taken. He could remember not wanting to, but Kate had insisted, saying he never knew when it might come in handy.
How right she was.
Trevor struggled to keep his mouth closed as a wave washed over him, trying to pull him down. His shoulders protested against the effort. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been swimming. His life left no room for things like that. He'd spent the last two years getting his restaurant on its feet and the five years before that either in college or the culinary academy.
He was the one they'd made the nursery rhyme about, the one bemoaning Jack being all work and no play. The closest he'd come to "play" was when he got together with his parents, and his brothers and sister. They insisted he kick back, and he did, as much as he was able. But in his head, he was always working, always planning the next menu, the next banquet. He'd been hired for a number of those and his reputation, mercifully, was spreading by word of mouth.
"Almost there!" he called out, trying not to gasp the words.
And then, bobbing up and down in the swirling dark waters, he'd reached the person.
It was a woman.
The moment he was close to her, he saw her eyelashes flutter and then her eyes roll upward. Damn it, she was passing out. Was she hurt? How did she get here in the first place? Had she fallen off the yacht he'd thought he'd seen a few minutes ago?
Dozens of questions flew in and out of his brain like a bolt of lightning, yielding no answers. He grabbed at her before she could sink.
Maybe it was better this way. If she was unconscious, at least she wouldn't be flailing wildly with her arms or clutching at him to help keep her afloat. Either way she would have been a liability, endangering them both.
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  • Posted July 29, 2012

    Must check out!

    Marie Ferrarella always a joy to read. This one no exception!

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    water logged

    Kept a person interested right up until the end. can't wait to read the rest of Kate's Boys.

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