Title: Harbour Falls
Series: A Harbour Falls
Author:
S.R. Grey
Genre: Romance,
Mystery,
Publisher:
Self-Published
Format: Ebook
| Paperback
Words:
114,000 apx.
Purchase: Amazon
(Kindle) | Amazon
(Print) | B&N
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Book Description:
Best-selling author Maddy
Fitch, researching material for a new novel, returns to Harbour Falls Maine
Lies, secrets, deceptions.
Nothing is what it seems in Harbour Falls
First in a series.
Romance/Mystery genre
Excerpt:
Adam leaned back in the chair. Gone was the playful,
naughty man who had made me feel so frustrated and angry. But, in all honesty,
he’d also reminded me I could be desirable to someone. Maybe even desirable to
him.
“We should probably get you back to the cottage,” he
said, waylaying my train of thought. “It’s getting late.”
“Yeah, probably,” I agreed.
Adam drove me back to my cottage in his Porsche. And
what a ride it was. Between the short distance and his lead foot, we reached
the driveway in what had to be a new time for the record books.
Once I recovered from the impromptu Indy 500
experience, I said, “Well, thank you for driving me back, and I truly am sorry
for trespassing on—”
“Maddy, don’t be foolish. I’m the one who should be
apologizing. I knew you were moving onto the island today. I shouldn’t have
been so suspicious when you wandered onto my property.” He paused, smiled
knowingly, and then added, “After all, you were probably just taking a little
stroll to get started on clearing that writer’s
block, yes?”
His eyes met mine in the eerie glow of the instrument
panel, and it was impossible to discern if he was joking. Or not. “Um, yeah, exactly,”
I said shakily, while nodding profusely.
He didn’t seem to be buying the writer’s block story.
I only hoped he hadn’t caught on to the real
reason I was on the island. “Yeah…right,”
he said in a dubious tone of voice.
I prayed he wouldn’t question me further, because I
had the distinct impression Adam could be very
persuasive, if need be. Thankfully he flashed me a smile. Though brief, I
thought it genuine.
Relief flooded over me. I grabbed the door handle, my
palm sweaty. “OK, thanks again.” Adam said nothing, so I continued, “I’m sure
I’ll see you around. Take care.” Knowing I was blabbering on like, well, like a
high school girl with an unrequited crush, I opened the door and clambered out.
“Wait, I’ll walk you to your door,” I heard him say.
Before I could decline, Adam was out of the car. I
nearly ran into him on the walkway, and he moved aside, motioning for me to go
ahead of him. As we walked the short distance from his car to my front door, I
felt his eyes on me. It was lunacy, but instead of being uncomfortable, I was
kind of hoping he was checking me out.
The intoxicating feeling of possibly being desired by
someone I felt so attracted to was
making me feel flirtatious, and consequently, impetuous. At the door I turned
to him and asked, “Do you want to come in?”
“Madeleine…” He breathed out. “I don’t think that’s a
good idea.”
“Oh God, I didn’t mean that!” Or did I? I was
sure my face was turning shades of red to rival the changing leaves on the
trees. My only saving grace was that it was dark out.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, feeling foolish for sticking
my foot in my mouth.
Adam reached out and ghosted his fingertips along my
jaw. “There’s nothing to apologize for.” I closed my eyes and relaxed into his
warm touch, allowing his fingers to make a slow, silky path down the side of my
neck to my shoulder. Toying with the flimsy strap of my top, he whispered,
“Exquisite.”
“Adam,” I began.
Our eyes met, and even in the darkness, I saw
conflict in his. “I better just…go,” he said, dropping his hand and turning
away.
Not sure what had just happened, I mumbled, “Good
night,” and went into the cottage. In the dark I leaned back against the inside
of the door. After several minutes I turned on a lamp and pulled myself
together.
One thing for sure, my first time seeing Adam Ward
after all these years had not gone the way I’d ever expected. Now that I was
away from him, I was able to think a bit more clearly. I sat down on the sofa
and pulled my knees up to my chest.
Viewing Adam with an objective eye was going to be a
challenge. I couldn’t allow this attraction to him to get in the way of my
reason for being here. It was going to be tough, because being around him had
made me feel awake and alive. Like giddy, skin-tingling, pulse-racing alive. And now that I’d experienced it,
I really craved that feeling.
But it was imperative to keep reminding myself that
Adam Ward was more than just some heartbreakingly handsome guy. Hell, he was
the primary suspect in this case. He could end up being downright dangerous.
And not the sexy kind of dangerous that had excited me tonight.
No, Adam was not to be underestimated.
About the Author:
S.R. Grey is the author of Harbour Falls
She resides in western
Pennsylavania. She has both a Bachelor of Science in Business Administration
from Robert Morris College Duquesne University
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