Passionate Magic. Dawn Addonizio

empty-line/>

      Table of Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Epilogue

      

      TITLES BY DAWN ADDONIZIO

      Novels Of The Faerie Realm:

      A RISKY PROPOSITION, Book 1 of

      The Third Wish Duology

      SOUL SEDUCTION, Book 2 of

      The Third Wish Duology

      PASSIONATE MAGIC

      GREY’S MAGIC

      NOTE: The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without the permission of the author is illegal and punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.

      Published by Nouveau Ventures

      3606 Woods Walk Blvd

      Lake Worth, FL 33467

      Edited by DM Eburn

      PASSIONATE MAGIC

      Copyright © 2012 by Dawn Addonizio

      ISBN 978-0-9889992-2-0

      All rights reserved.

      First e-book release December 2012

      For information contact:

      Dawn Addonizio

      [email protected]

      This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, locales and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination, or are used purely for fictitious purposes.

      Passionate Magic is dedicated to:

      Every reader who holds onto the belief that magic really does exist, no matter what life throws at them.

      And to every writer who has struggled through NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writers’ Month), and come out the other side, better for it.

      Much Love & Faerie Blessings Upon You All! -Dawn

      Chapter One

      The summer sun blazed down onto Violet’s upturned face, soaking into her body to melt away the tension that had been building since she’d arrived in Key Largo two days ago. Dazzling points of sunlight glinted across countless rippling waves as the boat sped toward a nearby coral reef, the rush of wind softening the heat and sending her long, dark hair fluttering out behind her. The sweet scent of orange and coconut tanning oil teased her senses.

      She was on summer vacation from her job teaching fourth grade, although it didn’t feel like much of a vacation. She’d been putting off this trip, but with the end of the school year she’d run out of excuses. She couldn’t believe it had already been two whole months since the day she’d stood beside the ugly upturned earth that marked her parents’ graves.

      Vicki and George Hendrickson had always loved the ocean, reveled in its mystery and magic, and they had instilled that love in their only daughter. Even now, being on the ocean soothed and calmed Violet—despite the fact that, in the end, it had been this very expanse of water that had stolen her parents’ lives.

      Violet sighed. She’d thought she was almost at peace with the unfair way in which they’d been taken from her. But two days spent alone in their cozy garden villa, going through closets scattered with Hawaiian shirts that carried traces of her dad’s aftershave, and her mom’s eclectic collection of hats, had stirred her grief back up to the surface.

      She needed a break, intending to go for a walk down by the docks and maybe a swim on the beach. But she’d happened past this snorkeling tour just as it was leaving and joined it on a whim.

      Maybe it was the boat’s name that called to her—Ocean Magic—painted in bright, glowing blue against the vessel’s crisp, white-washed stern. Or perhaps she was drawn by the challenge of embracing the ocean again after what had happened; proving that she held neither fear nor blame for it.

      Violet couldn’t help a small smirk as she admitted to herself that it also might have had something to do with the sexy boat captain rounding up customers from the dock as she passed. The husky timbre of his voice had lured her over, Irish if she wasn’t mistaken. She was a sucker for that particular accent. Of course, it didn’t hurt that he was built like a Celtic god.

      She stole a peek at him through the dark lenses of her sunglasses. He stood at the polished mahogany captain’s wheel, the wind ruffling his short honey-brown hair, all easy self-assurance as he chatted with a pair of women who sat nearby.

      Just her luck, they both looked like supermodels. She inhaled the brisk salt-air and turned away to stare out at the fathomless aquamarine water, determined to enjoy her adventure with or without the attention of the handsome boat captain.

      As the boat coasted to a halt, she peeled off her shorts and