For
All to See by Megan Mitcham
(Bureau
#1)
Publication
date: April 1st 2015
Genres:
Adult, Romance, Suspense
Synopsis:
Pristine
waters and purified evil.
Two
by two, dark-haired beauties vanish only to reappear as hanging,
plundered corpses. The Virgin Islands boast diamond-white beaches,
lush green mountains, a rich cultural heritage—and a brutal killer.
Three
years on the “Field-Dresser” case and Special Agent Nathan Brewer
is days away from catching the bastard—if he can convince a certain
brunette to trust him. Only the woman is more likely to take a casual
stroll on the surface of the sun.
After
fleeing her troubles in the United States for the quiet life of a
school teacher on the island of Tortola, Madelyn Garrett never
imagined she’d be fixated upon by pure evil.
In
a fight for her life—with a dwindling number of friends—she must
rely on her cunning and Nathan’s skills for survival.
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Excerpt
“There’s
nothing to tell because we don't have him in custody, yet. And we
haven’t questioned him.” Nathan snarled.
“Not
nothing. The guy’s our prime suspect with the skills, the size, and
frequent travel itinerary to be our killer. Plus, he was hanging
around the woods the day after her dog was attacked by the killer,
who hung out in those woods to make a statement.” Dick sucked in a
long breath.
The
first wave of shock rolled past and her brain began to tick again.
Sure he had all the markers, but he didn’t have the heart for it.
Madelyn stood. “He didn’t do it.”
“What?”
Dick looked at her as though she’d been sewn together without a
brain.
“Don’t
argue with her,” Nathan warned.
“He
can argue with me if he wants.” Madelyn swung the full force of her
fury into a glare. “At least he’s talking to me.”
“He’s
only going to piss you off,” Nathan explained.
“You’ve
already accomplished that.” She pointed to her face.
“Why
exactly?” Nathan stood. “Because I wouldn't tell you or because
it’s looking an awful lot like your instructor is a twisted guy?”
“I’m
gonna go and let you two…work this out,” Dick said as he
backtracked to the door.
Madelyn
didn’t pay him any attention. She had her glare set on Nathan. “I
know he didn't do it.”
“How
well do you really know him, Madelyn?”
“Better
than I know you.”
Veins
in Nathan’s neck bulged and his fists clenched at his sides. He
stepped toward her, but she refused to back down. She refused to be
scared. But really he didn’t scare her.
“Better
than you knew your mom?” Nathan asked.
Her
brain skidded and spun from the completely unexpected question and
his surprising anger. Maybe he scared her. Not that she feared he’d
beat her, but he could hurt her. He poked the tender spots no one
else could. He pushed her to confront the uncomfortable questions,
the painful memories.
“I
knew her well enough to know she’d betray me for a fancy house and
social status.”
“And
because of that you think I’ll deceive you?”
“No.
I won’t let you.”
He
took a step toward her, and then another. “Deceit isn't something
you allow or forbid. It’s something another person chooses to do to
you. What matters is how you react to that deceit. Shutting yourself
off from the world lets them win.” His face hovered inches from
hers. “So, are you defending Amadi because you believe he’s
innocent or because he’s another person you trusted who potentially
betrayed you?”
The
words landed so close to the truth she jerked from their impact. Big,
fat tears stung her eyes, but she couldn’t cry. To cry would be to
admit defeat. To admit she had no control over her life. To admit her
heart was shattered again. Nowhere near as much as before, but still…
“Fuck
you,” she blustered.
Nathan’s
shoulders dropped. The anger faded from his narrowed eyes, but their
intensity didn’t soften one bit. He shoved his fists into his
pockets. His expelled breath coasted over her exposed neck. A trail
of gooseflesh lay in its wake.
“When
you trust me... When you really let go... You’ll enjoy it.”
“I
told you, trust doesn’t come easily.”
“But
it will come—and so will you.”
He
sucked the anger right out of her and replaced it with desire. Hot,
melting desire that made her weak. Without the anger life became
dangerously close to being more than she could handle. Everything
hurt so damn much, even her yearning for his touch.
“I
want to go home. I need to see my dog.”
“Let’s
go.” Nathan pulled his hand from a pocket and offered it.
She
stared at it for too many seconds. Taking it would open the door to
trust. Refusing it would prove her mother still had a strangle-hold
on her life. His hand became so much more than an offer for help. It
became a step toward revival or damnation. And she wasn’t sure
which she deserved.
Madelyn
hoped he’d drop his hand and step aside, so she wouldn’t have to
choose. But his hand and gaze remained steadfast.
“Has
anyone told you you’re stubborn?” she whispered.
“I
hear it’s highly contagious.” He smiled.
Something
inside her broke free. Her hand shook as she flattened her fist and
reached across the fissure of the past and present, of hell and
healing. Calluses ridged his palm. Hot fingers encased her hand and
made the burden bearable for the first time.
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AUTHOR
BIO:
Megan
was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the
Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home.
She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where
she received a bachelor’s degree in curriculum, instruction, and
special education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in
Mississippi. She married and moved to South Carolina and worked for
an international non-profit organization as an instructor and
co-director.
In
2009 Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a
source for research or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy
by Julie Garwood. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!
Megan
lives in Southern Arkansas where she pens sizzling suspense novels.
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