Secrets of Sandhill Island












ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-680-4
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-679-8
Page Count: 254
Word Count: 64040
Rating: Sweet


On a tiny island in a ramshackle beach house, Meg, an heiress, is hiding from her family's dubious past.  Her true love, Evan, died thirty years ago in a storm at sea, or so she thought.  Did her father really have her lover killed and if so, does everyone on the island know about it but Meg?
 
Alex is determined to win Meg over and if that means befriending her son Jon, he's game.  Although with his past history with women, he wonders why he even tries.  After all, he's just a starving artist with little to offer her.
 
Now that Alex has warmed her heart again, Meg realizes she has friends who care and a life outside her garden.  But in order to enjoy it, she must first figure out who is blackmailing her.

Excerpt:

Storm clouds gathered in the distance, but he had plenty of time to get his catch in and make it back to the dock before it became too rough. He seldom went out alone, but Rowdy was still down with the flu. Rowdy was getting older and Evan knew the day would come that he should retire. However, Evan doubted that Rowdy would ever retire. He doubted that he could, financially or emotionally. He always said that the sea was his life—and might be his death too.

But, Evan needed to go out today with or without Rowdy. He needed the catch, and the fish were always most active just before a storm. With Meg pregnant, it was time he confronted her father and stood up like a man. The pregnancy wasn’t planned. He would have preferred to have a proper wedding and a proper home for both of them before the birth of a child, but nature took another course. Besides, her father was never going to approve of the relationship, but maybe a grandchild for Grandpa Graham might soften the old man. After all, he wasn’t in charge of the world, he only thought he was.

All Evan wanted was to be with Meg. He would provide for her and the child, or children as the years went by. He was still unsure why she chose him—a fisherman—over anyone else in the world, but she did. Her family didn’t like him, but they were just going to have to get used to him.

He struggled pulling the nets in alone. The pulley did most of the work, however it still would have been nice to have some help. The hair on the back of his neck stood up when he sensed the presence behind him. He turned around. The man stood almost close enough to touch. The dark ski mask pulled over his face sent a shiver up Evan’s spine. Where did he come from? But, most of all, why did he hide his face out here on the open ocean? And then he saw the giant meat hook in his hand.

“Who are you and how did you get on my boat?” Evan stepped toward the intruder despite the danger. He never expected what came next.

“This is from Graham.” The man plunged the hook deep into Evan’s chest. Blood spurted every direction as Evan’s eyes bulged and he gasped only once. The man in the ski mask quickly pushed him over the side into the dark, churning water.




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