They say still waters run deep.
In the tiny lakeside town of Midnight Cove,
still waters harbor dark secrets.
Writer Bree Blaylock just wants a chance to catch her breath. Having finally escaped an abusive relationship, she’s relieved to have found a quiet place to finish writing her new book.
From the moment she arrives, she realizes that she’s not alone in her rented cottage on the lake. But she’s okay with that. In her experience, the living are always more dangerous than the dead.
Meeting handsome local lawman Jake Hanson wasn’t even remotely on her radar. Now that she has, maybe it’s time to take another chance on love.
But can he keep her safe when the past comes calling?
Read a teaser from MIDNIGHT COVE. And after the excerpt, you can watch the official book trailer. Just don’t watch it with the lights off.
Sand feels cool beneath her bare feet, and a light breeze ruffles her long red hair. Turquoise water sparkles in the sunlight as foam-edged waves rush up the sandy slope. Normally, the beach would make her nervous, but this isn’t her beach. It’s just a dream.
Bree relaxes in the knowledge that she’s tucked safely in bed. She’ll just enjoy the serenity of the imaginary shoreline. Smiling to herself, she looks down past her flowing white dress to the footprints she’s leaving in the soft wet sand. She wonders if this is Fiji. She’s always wanted to go there.
Further down the beach, she sees a figure and she stiffens, hoping this isn’t turning into one of those dreams. Maybe she should wake up now. She squints, raising a hand to shade her eyes.
The figure is closer now. It’s a man with light hair. Bree relaxes again. She doesn’t know who the stranger is. She simply knows who he is not.
Bree drags her toes through the shallow tide, playfully kicking up water in front of her as she approaches the stranger. To her left, a trio of dolphins leap joyously. Nevermind that the water is too shallow. That’s how it is in dreams.
She raises her hand in a wave. “Hello!”
The stranger stops a short distance away, a bemused expression on his face. He’s nice-looking, she notices. His blonde hair is a little shaggy, but his light blue eyes sparkle with intelligence. He’s dressed a bit oddly in her estimation. He’s wearing faded blue jeans that flair toward the bottom and his blue Superman T-shirt looks vintage. A strand of puka shells encircles his neck. Like Bree, his feet are bare and he’s wading along the edge of the water.
“Hello,” he returns.
He grins broadly. “You said that already.”
Bree shrugs lightly and twirls in a circle, swinging her skirt around. “I know. Did you see the dolphins?”
He nods and looks toward the water. “I did. They’re cool.”
“This is a cool dream,” Bree agrees.
He smiles again. “What’s your name?”
“Bree. Bree Blaylock. What’s yours?”
She holds out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Steven.”
He stares at her outstretched hand and hesitates before reaching to take it. Static electricity pops slightly as their skin touches.
“It’s nice to meet you, Bree.”
“Do you think this is Fiji?” Bree asks.
Steven glances around and shrugs. “I’m not sure. Do you think it is?”
“Maybe. It’s not Clearwater, that’s for sure.” Bree wraps her arms across herself and shudders.
“Is Clearwater bad?” he asks.
“This is a happy dream. Let’s not talk about Clearwater.”
Steven shrugs. “Fine by me. We can just enjoy the beach.”
Bree nods happily and slips her arm through his. Together, they wander along the shoreline, stopping occasionally to examine a shell or two. Steven stoops, picks up something, and hands it to her. “Here, this is for you.”
It’s a tiger cowry. She knows this because as a child, she had a book of shells and she’s seen the picture.
“It’s beautiful. Thank you.”
He nods, looking pleased. “Keep it so you can remember this beach. So you can remember me.”
Bree turns to him frowning. “Will I see you again?”
Steven shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“I hope so,” she says fervently. “This is the nicest dream I’ve had in a long time.”
“I’ve liked it, too.” There’s a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Sniffing loudly, Bree rolled onto her right side and curled around her extra pillow. Her eyes fluttered briefly before she was fast asleep once again.
From the corner of the bedroom, Steven watched her in wonder. He had no idea how he’d ended up in this woman’s dream. But for the first time in a very long time, he hadn’t been alone.MIDNIGHT COVE by Pandora Spocks