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Mist by Maureen A. Miller (Blue Link Series  #2)
Release date: 16th November 2015
Genre: Romantic suspense

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About the Book

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.

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Excerpt

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 first.”

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 delusional

 

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About the Author

I’m an avid Tampa Bay Buccaneer fan, which means I’m a masochist. I will eat anything with mozzarella on it. I’m still mourning the fact that Buffy is gone. I write because I like the power. In life we have so little control. When I write, I have total control of my character’s fates. 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! 🙂

USA TODAY bestselling author, Maureen A. Miller’s first novel, WIDOW’S TALE, earned her a Golden Heart nomination in Romantic Suspense. Working in the software industry for fifteen years in a job that required extensive travel, Maureen chose to write during those lengthy airport layovers—escapism at its best. She is currently in the middle of a 3-book Romantic Suspense series featuring SHADOW, MIST, and DUSK.

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