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Plucking the Pearl cover photo Plucking the Pearl - Oyster Harbor (Book 1)

Genre: interracial historical romance
Release Date: 05 June 2016

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When Pearl's sheltered life shatters in the 1930s when her mother dies, her only option is to move in with poor family relations and shuck oysters in the local plant on Oyster Island, Maryland.

Determined to live a morally proper life, the last thing she wants is an affair with a white man, but Caleb, the plant owner, knows a pearl when he sees one. The successful widower is the “oyster king” of the island, but his intense desire for his forbidden new employee, a woman of color, threatens everything he’s built.

What begins as a private sexual liaison flowers into strong feelings that don't fit the social mores of the island. When their secret is discovered, they risk losing everything. They dared to pluck the pearl, but will their love be strong enough to keep it forever?

Plucking the Pearl - "Nice" Excerpt

“You’re standing awfully close,” she whispered.

“I am, aren’t I?” he whispered back. “Do you want me to move?”

Yes! No! Oh Lord, help me. I’ve never felt so weak.

“Show me the next step—with the oyster, that is,” she said quickly.

“Certainly.” He gripped her hand around the knife again and made deft movements to cut the meat from the shell. “Cut here and there. That’s all there is to it.”

“You make it look so simple,” she said, realizing he could pull her out of her shell just as easily.

When he stepped away from her, her knees buckled, as if the hardness nestled against her had been the only thing keeping her upright in front of the table.

He stepped beside her and she watched, fascinated, as he tipped the oyster half with the meat on it to his mouth. Watching the wet creature slide past the dark hairs of his moustache intrigued her in a way she couldn’t explain.

When he bent forward to kiss her, she felt too aroused to refuse. His pale blue eyes came closer than they ever had, and she could only stare helplessly into them. She felt as if she floated higher and higher into the sky, never to set foot on firm earth again.

She felt his moustache first, hot and coarse, and then his lips, cooler and wetter. As his mouth worked over hers, something pushed between her lips. His tongue? She met it with hers, stroking with an abandon she refused to acknowledge as her own.

He tasted of the sea. No, not just one tongue. Two? She was too distracted by the heat boiling through her belly to care. When he removed his mouth, she realized he’d inserted the oyster into hers.

Without thinking, she spit it out and it landed on the floor.

Caleb tipped his head back and laughed—a beautiful male laugh, musical and deep. Unfortunately, she didn’t feel very amused.

“Ernie would have a fit if he saw you messing up his clean floor,” he said. “I take it you don’t care for oysters.”

She crossed her arms. “No, I don’t. I thought you had swallowed it. And you shouldn’t have kissed me.”

He wiped his hand on one of the clean rags nearby and she did the same. Then he leaned an elbow against the table and looked at her.

“Why not, honey? We’re not married.”

“In case you haven’t noticed,” she said, “we’re not the same color—or social class, for that matter. You’re the owner of this establishment and I’m just a poor—”

He pressed two fingers to her lips to quiet her. The lingering scent of oysters drifted from them, making her breathe faster. She was beginning to like oysters…

Plucking the Pearl - "Naughty" Excerpt

He’d planned to seduce her slowly tonight, but that was before he’d found out another man would court her, kiss her, touch her…

Her yellow cotton dress buttoned from collar to hem. He tugged at the top buttons, so impatient he almost pulled them off. She stopped him and unbuttoned them herself. When the top of her dress was open, he guided her arms out of the short sleeves. Next, he unfastened her bra and tossed it on the floor.

With his mouth, he claimed every bit of her exposed, coffee-smooth skin—her silky cheekbones, her tender neck and the warm hollow between her breasts where her earthy-sweet scent was strongest. He sucked her nipples into his mouth, one at a time, wishing he had the time and patience to be gentler, but he didn’t. He felt like a starving man at a soup kitchen.

As if the door would burst open at any moment, and someone would steal Pearl away from him forever.

Mine! Mine! he wanted to shout with each kiss. Jimmy would never suspect she’d belonged to another man first but he wanted to make sure she knew it tonight.

“Take off your shoes and stockings and unbutton the rest of your dress,” he ordered. “I need to see all of you.”

She did as he asked, leaving her naked except for the dress attached by the belt at her waist. Although she kept her legs clasped together, he eyed the triangle of black hair, damp from her excitement. The scent of her cream made the blood sing in his ears.

“Thank you for not wearing panties again,” he said.

He groaned when her hand clasped the hard ridge of his trousers. Inside, his organ strained against the fabric and ached for release.

“I need to see you too,” she said.

“Pearl,” he warned.

“I bet you have a naughty word for it too. Tell me.”

“It’s called a cock,” he replied.

Before he could stop her, she’d unfastened the buttons of his trousers and undershorts and reached for his naked shaft. The sight of her dark, delicate fingers around his hot, pink flesh sent a ball of heat to his head, making it feel as if it might explode.

A shudder rippled through him when she rubbed a finger through the milky cream oozing from his tip.

“Honey,” he said, gasping, “if you keep doing that, I don’t think I can keep myself from fucking you.”

She ignored him, dragging her finger down the length of him. His balls clenched with the need for release.

“I mean it, Pearl.” His throat rumbled with a growl of warning. “If you want to stay a virgin, get your hand off my cock. Now!”

Last Updated: 16 June 2016
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