The Calypso Ring

ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-732-0
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-731-3
Page Count: 252
Word Count: 63030
Rating: Sensual

The arrival of anonymous notes with links to her past, throws English lecturer Mia Freeman's ordered existence into turmoil. She is further pushed out of her comfort zone when an easygoing photojournalist seems keen not only to help her solve the mystery, but in further shaking up her life—and her heart.

Saul O’Donnell prefers reporting from war zones, but an enforced sojourn in London, courtesy of a bullet to the hip, takes a pleasurable turn when he meets Mia. He decides to help her find out who is sending the notes, and in the process discover the passionate woman beneath the cool exterior. But when Mia is mugged it becomes clear that Saul's current assignment and Mia's troubles are too closely linked to be coincidental. Soon, Saul realizes that he will need every one of his investigative skills to protect her and keep her safe.


“Hey, Mia.”

Suspicion gleamed in her eyes when he caught up with her and held out the small bunch of flowers. “What are these?”

“Freesia. I just thought you looked a bit lost without some kind of shield. My mother always says that a woman without her purse is like a samurai without a sword.” He jiggled the flowers. “Can you take these? Anybody sees me waving a bunch of flowers about, I’ll lose what little street cred I have left.”

Mia took the bundle like someone might take a hand grenade. “You’re only visiting. Nobody here knows you.”

“Honey. Somebody always knows you. Especially when you least expect it.”

She looked down at the flowers, sank her nose into them, then looked back at him. “I’m not sure what to make of you.”

“I’m not that complicated.”

“Why don’t I believe that?”

He dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. “Cab fare.” He pushed a note to her palm, curling his fingers around hers. “After we’ve had dinner you can ditch me and get a cab home.”

He saw the battle in her eyes. Saw the moment she wavered. He made sure to keep his fingers curled tight around hers.

“I don’t…it’s very kind of you, but I don’t think…”

“Women who’ve had a blow to the shoulder shouldn’t think too much, it’s bad for the recuperative process.” When she laughed, he went in for the kill. “I’d just like to have dinner with you and, seeing as I’m a lonely stranger in your city, you should do your civic duty and help me out. No strings.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I doubt that.”

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