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The name of the book comes from a type of mineral formation found almost exclusively in Oklahoma....and has a beautiful backstory to it. The literature standard is written with depths of emotional dilemmas, and I believe that what’s makes this book stand out.

- S. J. Main, Amazon Reviewer

The flow of the story is flawless as far as I am concerned. Love and life is precious, but it will never be flawless. I highly recommend this read. It is a great one!

- deb B, Amazon Reviewer

This is the kind of book you’ll want to curl up with on a nice comfy chair beside a fire on a cold winter’s day. A lovely romance about getting a second chance at love later in life.

- Page M., Amazon Reviewer

Jennifer refused to let Ben's ordeal revive her old jellyfish phobia. She changed into her swimsuit and grabbed a towel. She'd be most visible in front of the lifeguard tower, so it’s where she entered the surf and forded the mild current until she reached the choppy calm beyond the breakers. Alone save for a curious seagull, she let the sea rock her in their guarded reunion. Fellow creatures shared the water with her, but she ignored them and let them do the same. Children's squeals and deeper adult voices carried over the waves and reached her submerged ears in wavering echoes. She was a peace there. From time to time she drifted off course, and a dozen lazy back strokes realigned her with the lifeguard tower. Jennifer's astrological element was water, emotional and intuitive. She'd grown up with her mother's belief in such notions, and she would never quite shake them. Troy was earth, strong and steady, grounded, of the land. Water and earth were compatible. Jennifer should have nurtured Troy, supplied him with life-giving sustenance rather than running off to let him face the summer's drought without her. Ben's element was air. She'd never asked him his sign, but she knew. He was a rare winged creature too elusive for her with his almost indiscernible touch and the hint of scintillating breath on her bare breasts. Jennifer held herself partially to blame for Ben’s accident. Before she’d come along he didn’t go into the ocean, instead content to stroll along its shoreline. He’d wanted to be with her and followed her into her watery realm. She’d led him to danger like a siren. He’d mentioned his allergy to bee stings in an offhanded way, making little of it. She should’ve honed in on the subject, asked what he carried in his faded blue backpack. The signs were there and she’d paid no attention.

Jennifer checked her position in the water, found all to be well, and returned to her thoughts. If she went back to the Lazy J Ranch, would she and Troy reunite or would she end up back in Oklahoma City where she’d started? Trading California for a cowboy? She’d have to be crazy, or crazy in love with a man whose only connection to the ocean were waves of flaxen wheat and a prairie’s endless sea of tall grass.

Something brushed Jennifer’s leg, and she bolted upright. A piece of kelp bobbed beside her and she flung it away. She’d become chilly anyway and made her way to shore.