ROGUE WAVE - Romance in Hawaii for only .99 cents

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Aloha!    Here is an excerpt from my romantic suspense, ROGUE WAVE. Only .99 cents!


  “What are you doing here?” She whispered out of reverence to the peace of twilight.

  For a second, Nick averted his gaze. “I expected to find your workers dumping into the ocean after all the crowds had gone home.”

  Briana simply nodded and turned back towards the sea.

  “No berating on your part?”

  “No.”

  Nick thought her voice was soft, or perhaps the breeze stole it before it reached him.

  “There was nothing for me to hide and now there’s nothing for me to say.”

  “Briana—”

  Even in the encroaching darkness he noticed her steal an exasperated look over her shoulder.

  “Ms. Holt,” he continued with a droll smirk. “Just because I haven’t caught you, that doesn’t mean you’re innocent.”

  “You know what, Mr. McCord—”

  “Nick.” He grinned.

  “You know Manale Palms is not responsible for whatever it is you’re looking for. You’re just floundering because you have no clue what’s going on under that beautiful stretch of water.”

  “How insightful.” Nick reached a hand up into his hair. “And how accurate.”

  Intrigued by the despondent voice, Briana turned around completely, careful to maintain her balance. She felt she had an advantage staring down at him.

  “Don’t take it so hard, if I can help, if I see anything—”

  “Briana!”

  Startled by his shout, Briana felt the wave surge behind her knees with such a low but relentless force that she toppled forward.
 
  Nick caught her and nearly fell back himself. He struggled against the suction of the slick as it endeavored back to sea.

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[mamiller]

Hello all. I have a little scene from ROGUE WAVE to share with you... 


Nick lifted a bottle of beer to his lips, but forgot to sip. His thoughts were monopolized by the initial results of the tests he ran today. It made no sense. There were traces of sediment from a coral reef far off shore that couldn’t have been disturbed without human interference. The only likely candidate for that interference had to be the new housing development going up in Kaneohe.
 
Unwillingly, this thought triggered images of the stunning contractor. First on Nick’s agenda for the morning was to pay a visit to Pacific Land Inc. and apply more pressure on Briana Holt, and anyone else within that firm that could shed light on the erosion of the northern tip of Manale Beach. He had already appealed to the Marine Corps Base, and was satisfied that none of their research ventures produced the damage he had witnessed.

That left only Briana Holt as the primary suspect.

Nick shook his head and rested it back against one of the wooden columns that suspended the roof over his porch. Finally, he took a swig of beer.

Glossy blond hair, endless legs, striking azure eyes and soft lips that looked entirely too kissable were not going to thwart his efforts. It was his responsibility to ensure the quality of Hawaii’s water and to preserve the natural beauty of its coastline.The fact that he had not been with a woman in well over a year wasn’t going to make him any less sharp.

It was a d*mn shame, though. A d*mn shame that the woman he had met on the beach today, the woman who entranced him with her curious but wary reaction to him, the woman whose golden hair was whisked into silky waves by the coastal breeze—it was a d*mn shame that she had to be chin deep in the very project he was about to take down.