Historical Author Tracy Sumner with Giveaways!

Thrilled to spotlight the TIDES series novels at Romance Book Haven!

The first in the Seaswept Seduction Series, Noah’s story, TIDES OF LOVE, released in 2011 on Amazon. TIDES OF PASSION, the sequel, won the National Reader's Choice for Best Historical.

Follow along with the Garrett brothers' love stories!

Romantic Times said about TIDES OF LOVE:

“A powerful relationship novel that explores the heartache and triumph of love.”

The Romance Reader:

“I picked up Tides of Love…just to give the book a quick peak. That quick peak turned into four hours of reading that didn’t stop until I finished the book!”

The hero, Noah Garrett, is a sexy nerd. A marine biologist. And the setting is a bit unique. The Outer Banks/NC, 1898.

Tides of Love  Amazon

Tides of Passion Amazon 


She spoke of love and friendship, but what he wanted from her had nothing to do with those things and everything to do with her melting like butter over him. The cherished boy from her childhood wouldn't be contemplating throwing her to the ground in an alley, tangling his fingers in her hair as his body covered hers.   

Noah fought the urge to run.

"Don't shut me out." She took a step closer.

"I want to shut you out. Better yet, shut you up."

A small wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows. "I don't know how to help with that."

He expelled a ragged hitch of laughter. "Yes, well, makes two of us." Pacing from her, emotion bombarded him. Did she honestly think what happened in Widow Wynne's parlor occurred between friends? Blessit, was she that naive? He'd wanted one brief taste, to see if she would equal his dreams.

Similar to an experiment.

Relief flooded his mind, and he smiled.

An experiment. So damned simple. Most of his torment the last week had been self-induced, pure conjecture. He had taken an instinctual sensual response of adolescence and transformed it into a man's carnal desire. The images crowding him were not drawn from past experience. In all probability, they were as spurious as a storm cloud that never brings rain.

Before he changed his mind, he dropped his satchel to the ground and turned to her. Elle flattened against the wall, chin angled high, frightened but defiant. She wouldn't run. Not this woman.

And for once, neither would he.

The humming in his ears the only sign of his discomfiture, he leaned in, pressing his palms to the rough brick on either side of her head. He had no choice, no longer able to live at the mercy of his emotions.

To expunge the temptation, he must yield to it.

"Noah," she said, half question, half plea. A warm breath skirted his cheek, one that smelled of apple. Her gaze skimmed his face, lingering on his mouth before lowering. She made a faint sound of protest.

"Friends, Elle." He lifted his hand and outlined her bottom lip. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the way the moist skin clung to his. Continuing to the curve of her cheek, the crescent of hair above each eye. Expelling a strangled sound, she stiffened and left his hand dangling before her face.

"Friends," he whispered before he dipped his head. He paused, savoring the scent of her. With her next apple-breath, he guided his mouth to hers.

He felt her tremble. "Trust me, sweet." He dug his palms into the wall, thinking only of his goal, intent on ending his fascination. Today, right this minute, he would find out.

Find his dreams were simply dreams.

On a sigh of surrender, a shared release of passion, her mouth parted. Seizing the opportunity, he plucked her bottom lip between his teeth. He moistened and suckled, skimming back and forth. Grasping his forearms, she groaned into his mouth, and his mission dimmed. He deepened the kiss, sensation pricking every nerve. The scent of scorched rose petals; the rough edge of her front tooth; her tentative effort to get closer. She edged up the wall, her breasts chafing his chest, her eager hands tangling in his bib straps.

His heart slammed hard, out of control. "No," he said, and twisted away from her.

A rush of air shot between them, and Elle blinked, looking into his impossibly young, unguarded face. Eyes closed, his lips parted to allow a throaty breath free. She captured the image, realizing she would not see it again unless she caught him sleeping.

Merciful heavens, he looked like the boy she remembered. Her first day of school, a classroom smelling of chalk and vinegar. Herman Stanley apologizing for making fun of her accent. Noah giving her a smile of acceptance and unwittingly propelling love between two beats of her heart.

Just now, he had touched her with his beautiful hands before he touched her with his lips. Had stroked her face with the intent of enlightenment. Some of the gentle-hearted child had to be left inside him.

She curled her fingers around his bib straps and tugged.

This is your chance, Elle. Take it.

She ignored his grunt of protest and bounced to the balls of her feet, thanking her father for the ballet lessons. Slanting her head as Noah had done, she fit her mouth over his. She would use him for her own purpose, just as he used her for his. She threaded her fingers through the damp curls at the base of his neck, and, not sure how to ask for more, touched her tongue to the corner of his mouth.

Noah uttered a low groan of defeat and crowded her into the wall, his arms stealing around to cushion the impact. His heat scorched her skin; the taste of butterscotch filled her mouth. He had a sweet tooth, she remembered, dazed and dreamy.

Raising his hands, he held her head steady as his mouth, finally, truly captured hers. Her body slumped, a gradual melting. Caution, fear, logic, her father's cruelty, all liquefied, roaring like the ocean at high tide.

Lightly at first, then using greater pressure, he teased, raising the point of pleasure. He angled his head, drew his tongue across her lips, showing her what he wanted. She didn't care if the action was right or wrong, foolish or wise—she opened.

And he took.


Happy reading! We'll choose one commenter with the help of random.org to win a copy of either of the book from the TIDES series!





  1. I love this excerpt. It makes me want to read the rest of the book. Well done, Tracy.

  2. I've just finished reading Tides of Love and can't wait to read Tides of Passion as well as Tracy's other books. I'm definitely a fan :)

  3. Wow, both of those covers are so gorgeous. Great excerpt too.

  4. Great covers and excerpt!

  5. I am hoping that the books are as good as the covers. Thanks for sharing and for the review.

  6. I have good pimples on my goose pimples!!! And now I need a cold shower! Oh how sizzling sexy sensuous! thanks so much for sharing this excerpt!!

    Take care

  7. Don't enter me to win, but I enjoyed the post.

  8. And the two winners are:

    Old Kitty and
    Rebecca Emin!

    Congratulations Ladies! Please contact Tracy at :


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