The Ocean Calls

The Ocean Calls

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She came to San Francisco for the ocean. A dreamer, a designer, a girl from Indiana who had only ever heard the sea in her imagination. But the waves aren't the only thing calling her name. In a city built on glass and shadow, she meets Leviathan Orrin-cold, magnetic, and impossibly powerful. The man at the top of an empire of shoes, a man who sees her too clearly, speaks as if he already owns her and moves through the world as though every tide bends to him. Drawn into his world of wealth and precision, she finds herself trapped between fascination and fear. Every gift feels like a chain. Every glance drags her deeper. The ocean she came to love feels less like freedom and more like a warning. Because some names are not given by chance. And some men are not meant to be loved.
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This is a fictional story about a grown woman who struggles to break-free from or embrace the enchantment within her. Lacey wasn't sure about life, love, anything. She was just living each struggle and inhaling small moments of happiness as it comes. She wasn't interested in falling in love. She didn't know nor wanted to know what love was. She had her bills to pay and survival to face. She was accustomed to fast mornings and late nights. She glowed in thoughts of slow mornings and a dash of romance that sparked under the moonlight. Her life was as exciting as watching ice melt in the sunlight. Not much excitement, to be honest, but the straps of grown-up responsibilities that laced up her ankles from her sensual heels. Her mind often flutters like the wings of butterflies to a graceful, charming wisdom. A vixen with undercurrents of impulsive, magical, raw sexual vulnerability. She keeps a boundary between the one who dances in butterfly dreams and the sensible woman whose heels echoed a more realistic approach to life. There was no man in Lacey's life and she wasn't sure she wanted one. A man would not know how to preserve that mystical, reserved magic and still accept that she challenges, curses and speaks her mind freely. Men sought to stifle and sucked the life out of her and Lacey wanted to live.

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