Friday, June 14, 2013

Vertigo - New Romantic Suspense!

When attorney Blake Cartwright abandons a successful career to turn a dilapidated lighthouse into an inn, everybody thinks she's gone a little bit crazy. After witnessing a body fall from the tower, Blake wonders if they might be right. According to local legend, the spirit of a former keeper's wife lures women to their deaths in the icy water below. Has Blake witnessed a suicide, seen a ghost--or is she just seeing things?

Declan Hunter, the mysterious man she hires to help with renovations, doesn't help matters. The man with the Navy SEAL physique claims to be nothing more than a local handyman, but Blake's instincts warn her not to trust him. As the mystery deepens, she finds herself drawn into a dangerous labyrinth of secrets, lies, and murder. But the most serious danger of all may be falling for a man determined to leave her.

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 270
Word Count: 71860
978-1-61217-811-0 Paperback
978-1-61217-812-7 Digital


“How did you get in?” Blake asked.

Declan held up a tiny black object. “Skeleton key.”

Well, at least that explained how he opened the door earlier. She stepped into the living room, still holding the flashlight. Bad enough that he deliberately flouted her command to leave. Even worse that he did it when she looked about as sexy as a ratty gym towel. She knew she wasn’t sizzling hot like Jenna, but she at least wanted him to regret losing her a little bit. “So I tell you I never want to see you again and you break into my house?”

He nodded. “Guilty as charged, counselor.”

“I should call the sheriff on you.”

“Maybe you should.” He deposited the key into his shirt pocket. “Anything might happen. Only I don’t recall you having a phone.”

She indicated the darkened kitchen with a tilt of her head. “As of today I do. I had one installed before I left this morning,” she lied, willing herself not to look away from him.

He gestured toward the entryway magnanimously. “Don’t let me stop you then.”

Was he calling her bluff? Or just playing with her, like a cat pawing a very angry mouse? “Of course, if I did call the sheriff he’d probably hang up on me.”

“He’s not a fan,” Declan agreed, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Should she order him out a second time? Turn around and rush back upstairs? She knew the absolute worst thing she could do was to go on standing there looking into his dark eyes. Like staring at a cobra.

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