About the Book
Title: Dangerous
Vows
Author: Ava
Parker
Genre: Romantic
Suspense
When her cover is
blown and her partner nearly killed, Miami vice squad officer Lucy Walker quits
the force, packs her bags and drives to her childhood home in Graceful Bay,
South Carolina. Seeking peace and quiet in the big beach house she inherited
years earlier, Lucy is greeted by her best friend, Caroline Lamont, who is
having some troubles of her own.
After
the savagely beaten body of a young man is discovered not far from Lucy’s home,
Caroline finally starts sharing her suspicions about her husband, Daniel.
As Caroline continues to uncover her husband’s duplicity, Lucy begins to wonder
whether she has escaped the Miami drug cartels after all. With the help
of the county sheriff and Gabriel Black, the handsome new man in town, Lucy
must save her best friend from a group of professional gangsters and a vengeful husband.
Author Bio
Ava Parker fell
in love with the mid-Atlantic Coast during an off-season vacation to the
barrier islands. While spending her days walking in the surf and sand and under
the Spanish moss, she conceived her first page-turning thriller, Dangerous
Vows. A devotee of love stories, murder mysteries and popcorn for dinner, she
has lived and traveled all over the world, always with a book in hand.
Ava grew up in
the Midwest, moving to the East Coast and then to Europe for many years before
returning to the States. She cooks but doesn’t clean, drinks a lot of
peppermint tea and tries on a lot of shoes. In addition to seeing the world,
falling in and out of love and spoiling her cats, she is busy writing her
second romantic thriller, due out in September of 2015.
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Book Excerpts
Tuesday morning Sheriff Tom Grier
stood on the South Carolina shore, adjusting his hat against the sudden rain,
and thinking to himself that now there were two things to make this day
extraordinary: a morning sun shower, and a dead body.
“Damn,”
he said aloud to no one in particular, though both of his deputies startled at
the sudden noise. “Get a tarp!” he yelled and the younger of the two ran off to
his cruiser to find something to prevent the rain from washing away any
evidence.
While the
two deputies fashioned a tent over the body, Sheriff Grier called the county
coroner’s office and explained that they had a dead man on the beach just
outside of Graceful Bay and it looked like foul play. When the man on the other
end of the line admonished him not to touch anything, he growled and hung up.
The call
had come from a manager at one of the resort hotels along the water. Evidently,
a staff member had been sent down to pick up garbage along the beach and had
seen the man lying there. At first he’d thought the man was sleeping or passed
out. That happened occasionally, partiers crashing on the beach, but when he
called out to him and finally walked up and gave him a little shake, he
realized that the man’s body was stiff and icy. He ran, hollering like a
banshee, according to the manager, back up to the hotel where it had taken the
desk manager another few minutes to figure out what he was hollering about.
That same Tuesday morning, a mile down
the beach Lucy Walker woke feeling refreshed and motivated. She’d been back
home in Graceful Bay for only two days, and yet the peace and quiet of her
childhood home was already soothing her nerves and relieving her stress. She
felt beautiful and fresh this morning, and she thought again how gray and tired
her stay in Miami’s Metropolitan Hospital had made her. Even after she had
recovered from her injuries, she spent weeks going from the stale air of the
three-star hotel to the rarified air of the hospital to do physical therapy.
Even
though different make-up and a return to her natural hair color had changed her
appearance significantly from the glossy, highlighted, South Beach bimbo look
she had when she was an undercover agent, it was important to remain anonymous
in the weeks after her cover was blown. Miami Dade brass just stashed her in a
one-room suite with a kitchenette near the hospital.
Even
before her hospitalization, the overpopulated beaches and the smog of the city
had never felt like the same Atlantic Ocean she’d known as a child. Miami was
not a permanent home for her. It was during those endless weeks at Metropolitan
Hospital that she had longed for the wet salty air of home and her decision to
return to Graceful Bay had been solidified.
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