The Honeymoon Cottage (A Pajaro Bay Mystery Romance)
- Sales Rank:68,586
- Format:Kindle eBook
- Language:English (Published)
- Media:Kindle Edition
- Publication Date:March 12, 2012
Camilla Stewart desperately needs to start over: her despicable ex-fiance stole her life savings, embezzled from her job, and then disappeared, leaving behind nothing but his eight-year-old son, Oliver.
But when she arrives in the little beach town of Pajaro Bay, she immediately runs into local sheriff's captain Ryan Knight, and finds escaping her past won't be easy.
Because Ryan soon realizes that Camilla and little Oliver may be the only people alive who can identify a serial killer... and they are next on his hit list.
In this first Pajaro Bay story, readers are welcomed to the little village with its cast of quirky characters and funky cottages overlooking the sun-drenched coast.
The Pajaro Bay novels have won dozens of awards, including the Romance Writers of America®'s prestigious Golden Heart® Award for Romantic Suspense. Readers praise the series for its "sweetness," its "excellent characterization," and say the books are "adorable, lively and like a warm hug."
Read an excerpt from The Honeymoon Cottage:
In the waning afternoon sun, the light glistened on the crystal and carnival glass in the junk store's windows. Ryan remembered Angie explaining about carnival glass, and the giggle in her voice when she found that weird-looking gravy boat she'd been so crazy about. He wondered if she'd ever laugh like that again. He knew he wouldn't.
He had thought he'd be able to stay here after she left. But the past haunted him with every step. He needed to stop trying to make a difference and just move on.
He went inside and automatically surveyed the premises: the shopkeeper behind the counter, a little boy reading in the far corner, then he stopped. A curvy woman in a flowered shirt and jeans silently watched him. She wasn't carrying a gun--no room to hide it under those clothes. But just the same, every nerve in his body came alive at the sight of her.
The window with the carnival glass was behind her. The sun slanted through the glass and turned her curly red hair into a halo around her round face. Her eyes were green, like fresh-mown grass in the springtime, and her skin was pale, blushed with pink like the mother-of-pearl inside a shell. She had freckles on her nose. The freckles and round face gave her an almost childlike look--lost and alone, even frightened. He felt the urge to take her in his arms and tell her everything would be all right....
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