That might sound like
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 thrillÂ 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 upÂ on Livvy McKay’s shore. Minutes after recovering it she is assaulted by anÂ intruder. Wounded and unable to give chase, she is startled by a knock at theÂ front door. A stranger is looking to rent a boat from her business, McKAY’SÂ CHARTERS. Livvy doesn’t believe in coincidences. Especially when the strangerÂ is wearing black-just like her assailant.
Jack Morell is a desperate man.Â After receiving a cryptic phone call from his uncle-a call spiked with theÂ sound of gunfire in the background, he is frantic to locate his uncle’s ship.Â Warned to use discretion, Jack opts to rent a boat from McKAY’S CHARTERS forÂ his search.
A defiant Livvy grills Jack, but deems that heÂ is not her assailant. In fact, she learns that the trunk belongs to his uncle.Â Together, they uncover its contents, and now they are being hunted.
Someone doesn’t want the world toÂ know what is in that trunk. Someone who is well-connected.
Unable to trust the authorities,Â Jack and Livvy have only each other. Will it be enough to survive theÂ Atlantic’s frigid clutch?
WhatÂ is BLUE-LINK?
MISTÂ is the second in a 3-book series featuring the adventures and romance of theÂ employees of BLUE-LINK. Â BLUE-LINK is a fictional global companyÂ run by the enigmatic, Amanda Newton-a woman whose signature accessory is a blueÂ diamond ring.Â The trilogy features SHADOW, MIST, andÂ coming soon, DUSK. These are all stand-alone novels without cliffhangerÂ endings.
As she faced Jack, herÂ breath hitched. Under the stark glow from the hanging lantern his features were
beveled in shadows. Author? Scientist?Â 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-andÂ certainly a better weapon to have around than the lobster buoy.
â€œWill a pork chop andÂ salad do?â€ she rasped.
The creature unwound andÂ rose to approach her. â€œYes,â€ he said. â€œBut there is something we have to do
In the tight confines ofÂ the kitchen, he literally had her boxed up against the counter. Gripping the
granite edge she felt her elbow nudge a cookie jar.
He leaned in. My God, wasÂ 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?
Jackâ€™s arm slid past herÂ hip to haul open the freezer door. A waft of frigid air tickled her nose as he
drew out an ice tray.
â€œWe have to put ice onÂ that eye.â€
Popping a few cubes ontoÂ 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 lurkedÂ there. That maelstrom sucked her in. Hell,
it stimulated her. She wanted to launch her arms around his neck and smash herÂ body against this rugged vista. But no-she was paralyzed. And surely she was
AboutÂ 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!
WhereÂ to find Maureen