There are many clues and many suspects, including hotel staff, valley residents, and the mysterious foreigners who come from the Eastern Seaboard for skiing. There are also many types of danger—icy roads, sub-zero temperatures, and a killer who doesn’t care how many people die in the attempt to make sure the right ones do.
Ignoring the dense local atmosphere where image trumps substance and lies become legend, Allison stirs the pot. The more layers she discards, the more elusive the truth becomes. And when a key source of information turns up dead, the dark edges of resentment coil in around her like a slowly tightening noose. As revelations get ugly, Allison may wish she’d never ventured toward the forbidden fruit of truth.
When Criminology Professor Marin Ryan docks her new boat in the Blue Water Marina, she catches sight of cyber-security guru John Hunter on his yacht in the next slip over. It had been a long time since she had last seen her college lover, but feelings rekindled at that moment.
The Blue Water Marina proves to be a haven for other interesting characters, brought together by their mutual love of the sea and the boaters’ lifestyle. Like old friends, they seem to make themselves at home with the reader, they snuggle up on the couch and move in for the evening. A few slips down is the lovable movie star Raphael Montoya with his old fishing boat that reminds him of his humbler beginnings. A young plastic surgeon, Mitch Taylor docked across from Marin, has a secret life of his own and disappears regularly. And, let’s not forget Bailey, the beagle.
The next morning, Marin finds the body of a woman in the water and discovers that the psychologist was a beloved member of E-Dock. Homicide Investigator Cameron West is assigned the case with her powerhouse team. Marin, the former FBI agent, and John, the computer expert, are drawn into the case.
The victim had a covert life of a psychological profiler. The revelation leads the investigation that is fraught with turns and twists along the way until John’s computer hacking uncovers the thread that breaks the case open in an entirely different direction––one that puts Marin, John, and Cameron in peril––they know too much.
She never wants to go home again.
For Jess Morgan, Destiny Falls holds too many painful memories. Nine years ago, a logging accident near the remote timber town killed her dad and her high school sweetheart. To make matters worse, her mother quickly sought comfort with another man. That choice tore Jess apart and drove her to seek a life far away. But now fate steps in, and family obligations force her return home. Before long, she’s convinced that persuading her mom to live with her in Toronto will repair their shattered bond. However, she doesn’t count on a long-ago friend re-entering her life and challenging her convictions.
Rugged forester Adam Wright believes in family, roots, and not running from heartache. Now, all he wants is to help Jess break down the walls of the lonely sanctuary she’s built for herself and heal her past hurts. It’s not until she rejects his plans for their future that he realizes his persistence has pushed her away—not at all what he intended.
Has he lost his chance? Or can he convince Jess that where she truly belongs is with him…forever?
Despite the stunning setting, the house has been neglected for years and is in a terrible state of disrepair. Suzie and Mary make the decision to refurbish the house together.
But then, Suzie and Mary start finding evidence that maybe Uncle Harry didn’t die of natural causes. Suzie’s investigative background as a journalist takes over and the ladies go on a search to discover what secrets the house holds. Will these secrets reveal a dark side to Suzie’s strange cousin, Jason?
Was the decision to refurbish Dune House the worst mistake of their lives? Or is this the beginning of an exciting new chapter?
I’m Michael Grath. I’ll admit I was elected to Congress on my Republican family history. I was out to make a name for myself, until I met Jessie Clark, a spitfire Democrat.
She’d be my nemesis, if I could just stop thinking about her. We’ve got nothing and everything in common, but our past divides us. She made one choice; I made another, and we can’t reconcile the two because it’s an issue that divides America as well.
So like I said, we weren’t supposed to be friends, we weren’t even supposed to like each other, and we certainly weren’t supposed to fall in love.