Tidal Wave

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To my hubby, who doesn’t share my love of erotic romance but is amazingly tolerant of my newfound obsession with storytelling. I’m grateful to have you by my side, even if you’re reading woodworking magazines.

To Sandie, who read my first stories without cringing and made me feel like I really was an author. You are a wonderful person, even if we don’t know what to call you. CP? Beta? I think “friend” works the best.

To Anne, who has taught me more during the editing process than I learned in any English course. At some point I hope to stop tormenting you with word echoes and plot holes. Thank you for taking a chance on me. It’s been a blast.

“Gram, where do you keep the rice?” Alexia rummaged through another cupboard in frustration. “Gram?”

Her grandmother stared out the window. Alexia wrapped an arm around her and led her back to the kitchen table. “We need groceries. I can’t find much of anything in the house right now.”

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