â About Translating The Tides
Author: Rebecca Rohman
Release Date: February 27, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Approximate Number of Pages/Words: 493/141,000
Format: Ebook & Paperback
When F.B.I. Agent Robert Hunter loses his best friend in a luxurious Washington DC hotel, he has only one thing on his mindâavenging his friendâs death. He just didnât anticipate falling for the murdererâs daughter along the wayâ¦
4 Star Review by Ashley
Rebecca Rohman's writing has this ability to make me question what I thought I knew was going to happen. Every. Single. Time. Translating the Tides was no exception. The opening scene gave me buggy eyes complete with a dropped jaw and I just had to know...
I really enjoyed that both Rob and Gia, despite coming from vastly different backgrounds, were fiercely independent and willing to make sacrifices. And they had both made a lot of them. Call it fate, destiny, kismet- whatever you want but these two being thrust into each others orbit couldn't have come at a better, or depending on who you ask, worse time.
I really enjoyed getting to experience the different cultures right along with Gia and Rob as their journey took them around the world and back again. In their search to find answers they seemed to only find more questions and danger. But eventually, as the pieces started to fit together and the picture became clear, it was Gia who stepped it up the. most.
Translating the Tides was a whirlwind. And of course, it being Rebecca Rohman, queen of the unexpected twist, I was suspecting everyone and dissecting every little thing. From the captivating opening, through all the danger and mystery and romance, my mind was trying to put everything together. I guessed wrong more than a handful of times. But the one thing that was never at question was how much Gia and Rob were it for each other.
â Excerpt 1 - Their First Encounter...
âGia French, is it? Am I pronouncing that correctly?â the ticketing agent at Reagan Washington National asks.
âItâs Gia like the letter G, then yuhâGee-yuh.â
âThatâs a pretty name. May I have your passport please?â
I thank her and politely hand it over.
Itâs been a remarkable journey touring the east coast of the United States but it must end. Unfortunately, I am two days ahead of schedule because my director at Versace in Milan unexpectedly wants to meet with me tomorrow because heâll be traveling in a few days.
I arrived at the ticket counter to see if I could find a way to change my plans and make it on the next flight out of here to get back to Milan in time for a meeting tomorrow evening. According to my research, a flight leaves here in a little over an hour. It looked packed but I intend to get on it.
The airport traffic is dying now that itâs 8 p.m. Thankfully, Iâm the only one in line. But Iâm anxious and hoping the agent can quickly work this out in time for me to make it through security and catch the flight.
âExcuse me,â a man walks up to the counter. âI need to get out of hereâurgently.â
âAnd you assume I donât,â I respond slightly perturbed by his intrusion.
The attendant responds to him. âLook, sir, Iâm the only one working here right now so youâre going to have to wait until I finish things here with this customer.â
âThank you,â I nod at her in approval and smile.
âWell, can you hurry it up already?â
The woman ignores him and she tries to sort me out while he huffs and puffs behind me.
I turn to him and smile. âYou know, rudeness will only get you so far,â utter sarcasm filters through my words. âSometimes a little politeness can take you a long way. Pardon meâ¦I donât mean to intrudeâ¦or maybe you could have asked me nicely first. Thatâs called manners, or didnât you learn those? Do they not exist on the planet you come from?â
His vivid blue eyes turn dark and cold. âListen, lady, Iâm not in the mood, okay.â
âWell, neither am I, so back off and let me handle my business,â I snap.
He doesnât respond and looks at something on his phone.
The clerk manages to get me on a flight from here to Munich and from Munich to Milan. Iâll have to head straight from the airport to my meeting but barring no delays, Iâll get there on time.
âHere you go Ms. French.â She hands me my boarding passes and passport. âYour flight leaves out of gate twenty-two in fifty-five minutes.â
As I turn to leave, the man behind me stares at me crossly when my carry-on suitcase is stuck in the strap of his. When I yank it away, the case turns off its wheels and runs over his foot.
âMaybe you should watch where youâre going,â he says tersely.
âMaybe you should keep your belongings out of the way,â I retort. âConsidering itâs beyond the check-in line, thatâs a hindrance and a liability.â
âYou know what? Why donât you just mind your own business and get lost.â
âGladly,â I respond. âCuzÃ£o!â
âWhat was that?â he shouts from behind me.
I swear heâs trying to provoke me.
I stop and turn to him, âI said youâre an asshole. What are you going to do, beat me up? You stupid dingbat.â
I stomp away curtly with my blood-red stilettos pounding the terrazzo floors making it through security and to the gate just in time to get onto the aircraft.
â Excerpt 2 - Sexual Hedonism...
âAre you single? Are you seeing anyone?â
âNo. Iâm not in a relationship with anyone except my two dogs Bella and Cudjoe. In addition, if I were seeing anyone, I would not have spent that time with you. There are two girls I see, but itâs purely sexual.â
âI canât believe you just admitted that to me.â
âIt is what it is.â
âDo they know about each other?â
âYesâtheyâre best friends.â
âAnd you have sexâ¦with both of them?â
âYouâre a freakâ¦a promiscuous male slut.â
A sexy grin crosses his lips. âIâve been called worse, but donât expect me to apologize just because Iâm sexually uninhibited.â
I find his honesty both refreshing and appalling. âWhy would I expect you to apologize?
And who says youâre the only one whoâs sexually uninhibited?â
He nearly chokes on his wine.
I giggle. âDoes that surprise you?â
âLetâs just say I was not expecting that response.â He laughs.
âWell, Iâm not a slut and I donât engage in threesomes but I thoroughly enjoy great sex with the right man.â
âAs you should.â
âSo do you use protection when you engage in all this hedonism?â
âAlways.â He winks at me.
âSo when do you intend to see them next?â
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â About Rebecca Rohman
Rebecca Rohman is a wife and designer currently living in the northeastern United States. She was a sales manager for a tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she was involved in marketing for a jewelry company and fine wine distributor.
About fifteen years ago, she started writing her first romance novel purely to entertain herself. In early 2012, she decided to complete and release it. Since then, she has released four additional novels including Translating The Tides and three novellas. Translating The Tides is her eighth release.
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â Other Titles By Rebecca Rohman
Although Rebecca Rohmanâs novels standalone, they can be read together because they share the same characters. The novellas are follow-up books to the full-length novels. Theyâre listed below in the order they were released in case youâd like to read them together.
Translating The Tides (Standalone)
Love On The Pacific Shores Series
Love, Lies & The D.A.
A Problematic Love
Love, Lies & A Bleu Christmas (Novella)
The Painful Side of Love (Novella)
The Uncorked Series
Unravel â An Uncorked Novella