That might sound likeBlueLinkXmas a blatant marketing ploy, but growing up, my favorite Christmas gift was always a gift certificate to Waldenbooks. Back in the day that gift certificate could cover three paperback books. I must have spent hours in the store picking out my three potentials. Sometimes the anticipation of standing in line with those three books was a far greater thrill than actually reading the books. In those few moments I was on top of the world. I would stare at the covers and read the blurbs for the sixtieth time to be sure I picked out the best three. Heck, I’d probably even fanned the pages to get a whiff of that brand-new book smell. How come they don’t have air fresheners with that scent?!?
How about you? Do you enjoy the anticipation of reading something just as much as actually reading it?


A mysterious footlocker washes up on Livvy McKay’s shore. Minutes after recovering it she is assaulted by an intruder. Wounded and unable to give chase, she is startled by a knock at the front door. A stranger is looking to rent a boat from her business, McKAY’S CHARTERS. Livvy doesn’t believe in coincidences. Especially when the stranger is wearing black-just like her assailant.

Jack Morell is a desperate man. After receiving a cryptic phone call from his uncle-a call spiked with the sound of gunfire in the background, he is frantic to locate his uncle’s ship. Warned to use discretion, Jack opts to rent a boat from McKAY’S CHARTERS for his search.
A defiant Livvy grills Jack, but deems that he is not her assailant. In fact, she learns that the trunk belongs to his uncle. Together, they uncover its contents, and now they are being hunted.
Someone doesn’t want the world to know what is in that trunk. Someone who is well-connected.
Unable to trust the authorities, Jack and Livvy have only each other. Will it be enough to survive the Atlantic’s frigid clutch?
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What is BLUE-LINK?
MIST is the second in a 3-book series featuring the adventures and romance of the employees of BLUE-LINK.  BLUE-LINK is a fictional global company run by the enigmatic, Amanda Newton-a woman whose signature accessory is a blue diamond ring. The trilogy features SHADOW, MIST, and coming soon, DUSK. These are all stand-alone novels without cliffhanger endings.

As she faced Jack, her breath hitched. Under the stark glow from the hanging lantern his features were
beveled in shadows. Author? Scientist? Not damn likely. Not with that countenance. Not with the taut command he held
over his body. He was a muscular animal coiled and ready for attack-and certainly a better weapon to have around than the lobster buoy.
“Will a pork chop and salad do?” she rasped.
The creature unwound and rose to approach her. “Yes,” he said. “But there is something we have to do
In the tight confines of the kitchen, he literally had her boxed up against the counter. Gripping the
granite edge she felt her elbow nudge a cookie jar.
“Wh-what’s that?”
He leaned in. My God, was he going to choke her-or kiss her? Why was her heart pounding like a base drum?
And why was she not shoving him away?
Jack’s arm slid past her hip to haul open the freezer door. A waft of frigid air tickled her nose as he
drew out an ice tray.
“We have to put ice on that eye.”
Popping a few cubes onto a kitchen towel, he rolled the cloth up and gently pressed it to her face.
Helplessly, she stared up into his eyes. So much turmoil and intensity lurked there. That maelstrom sucked her in. Hell,
it stimulated her. She wanted to launch her arms around his neck and smash her body against this rugged vista. But no-she was paralyzed. And surely she was

About The Author:
The official third-person bio is listed below, so I’ll share a little bit more that didn’t make it into the bio. I’m an avid Tampa Bay Buccaneer fan. I will eat anything with mozarella on it. I’m still mourning the fact that Buffy is gone. I write because I enjoy the power. In life we all have so little control. When I write, I have total control of my character’s fate. Ahhh, the power rush! LOL I truly believe that I was a soul singer in my former life, which is interesting because I can’t sing. But man, I can do a mean lip-syncing rendition of MIDNIGHT TRAIN TO GEORGIA! Wooh-Wooh!

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Where to find Maureen
Find Maureen at her website

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