She’s running for her life. He’s vowed to save her...whether she wants him to or not! Stone Bay Maine is a quiet town filled with kindly townsfolk and not much else…until Sandra Hastings moves in. On the run from the Mob, Sandra is in over her head, and so is sexy town sheriff, Nick McCullough. Can these two keep themselves alive long enough to find true love? STONE FALL by Min Edwards is a suspenseful tale of law, love, small town life, and big time danger.
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Title: Stone Fall
Author: Min Edwards
Series: High Tide Suspense #3
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 22nd, 2016
Publisher: A Thirsty Mind
Print Length: 216 pages
Paperback ISBN: 978-1523822676
Sandra Hastings has just lost the case of her career. Mob boss Silvestre Buonoventura is exonerated and now out to get her. And if that’s not enough, the New York D.A.’s office has politely asked her to take some time off... maybe a lot of time... like forever.
Nick McCullough is a little bored with tiny Stone Bay, Maine, and his new job as Chief of Police. He’s hopeful though that a weekend camping with the lovely Sandra Hastings will put a little zing into his life. Now he has to make sure that the mob boss who’s put a hit out on her doesn’t get the chance to complete his plans. Maybe his little weekend will give him more zing than he needs.
Minutes later, she was ushered into the D.A.’s office, leaving Nick in the waiting room being ogled by the office staff, both female and male it seemed. Oh, well, it’s a new world.
Just inside the door, she came to an abrupt halt, seeing not only the D.A., Gregory Knidich, but also the U.S. attorney for the Southern District of New York, Randall Mayes. She should have expected that as Buonoventura and his organization were breaking not only county laws but state and federal ones, too.
“Sir,” Sandra said nervously, nodding to both men in turn.
“Please have a seat, Sandra.” Knidich was his normal stern self, but if she weren’t mistaken his eyes looked a little kinder today. “Glad you’re all right. We have the two kidnappers in custody here in New York now and U.S. attorney Mayes and his staff are assisting us. Did you know when the men kidnapped you they took you across state lines?”
“Sir?” She sat quickly before her legs gave out. Now she was confused. They just took her up a mountain.
Mayes spoke up at her question. “Yes, that cabin was in New Hampshire, not Maine. Puts a whole new spin on the crime, doesn’t it?”
“I... uh... guess so, sir.”
“Sandra, let’s get to the point. Buonoventura still wants to take you down. Catching two of his minions doesn’t change a thing. You know that, right?”
“Okay, but now that there’s been a multi-state kidnapping, we can bring in the big guns, FBI as well as a multi-state police task force. We have some good investigators on this. And I spoke to Special Agent David Marcos this morning. He’s pulling together a team to join us.”
Sandra gasped. She couldn’t help it. She would have to see David again.
“Do you know SA Marcos, Ms. Hastings?” Mayes looked at her closely, probably speculating on her relationship to David. She’d given her surprise away with that gasp.
So David was stepping back into her life? That wasn’t going to happen. She didn’t trust him now and never would again. One chance, that’s all a person got with her.
As she looked across at her boss and the U.S. attorney, she pictured David’s strong face. Then it was overlaid with Nick’s image. His soft eyes, square jaw, that beautiful hair. She knew she could trust him. Although he was attentive now, would he tire of her drama soon and want to get back to his quiet village in Maine? Yes, he would. No one was that nice, that protective, that undemanding. My God, they’d never done anything but kiss, and chastely for that matter.
Maybe Nick was nice because he only liked her as a friend. As soon as David stomped back into the picture, Nick would pack his bags and with a relieved smile on his face go back to the people he’d known his whole life. Protecting them was a whole lot easier than protecting her would ever be.
“Sandra?” her boss said rather harshly.
“What? Oh, sorry. I haven’t had much sleep lately. What did you say?”
“Sandra,” he said again, more gently this time. “I’ve thought this over carefully, consulted with Randall here as well as the FBI. We feel you should take a longer leave, paid of course. It’s not your fault Buonoventura is after you. But if you stay here, you’ll be putting all our offices in danger. SA Marcos thinks that you should be in witness protection and I concur.”
“No. Absolutely not. I see your point though about the danger around me, so I will take that leave. I have a place I can go. But I don’t think I’ll tell you where. It will be safer for all concerned, don’t you think?” Sandra would go back to Maine. She could disappear there, although it hadn’t worked so well the last time. But now, she knew someone was looking for her... forewarned is forearmed... isn’t that the phrase?
“I don’t think you’re being smart about this, Sandra.” Knidich looked skeptical as well as relieved if that were possible.
“Probably not. As you’ve no doubt noticed, I haven’t been at my peak performance in a while.” She rose on those words and walked out of the office. When she passed through the waiting area, Nick quietly stood and followed. She didn’t acknowledge his presence until they got to the street and she’d again whistled for a taxi.
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The Thrill of Writing Romantic Suspense
by Min Edwards
Hi, ya’ll. I’m Romantic Suspense author Min Edwards and I’m a misplaced Texan.
I was raised in the Texas Panhandle in an oil refinery company town. I think most of those have disappeared now, but it was an interesting place to grow up. I left that oil refinery behind as soon as my high school diploma was in my hot little hands and journeyed off to college, Texas Tech University. I married in my junior year, and again left the area as soon as that BA degree in Anthropology was mine... didn’t even wait for the ceremony. I then spent a few years, eleven to be exact, in far-flung places; the Philippines, London, Cuba (Guantanamo Bay), London again, Maine, then back to Texas for the next few decades. During that time, I went back to school—I seem to be a perpetual student—and received an MA in Anthropology from The University of Texas at Austin. After working as an archaeological illustrator for many years, I changed my profession to bookstore owner, then to book designer when Amazon entered the scene and offered a way for independent authors to self-publish. Formatting became my passion until... you guessed it... I had that ‘ah ha’ moment like so many people do and said... I can do this. I can write. I have stories.
My first book, STONE BAY, my debut novel, was a straight Contemporary Romance. A fish out of water story, slightly autobiographical because in my heart I was trying to reconcile myself to this new stage of my life far away from my Texas roots, lots of romance, home remodeling, and because I’m an archaeologist at heart, a little historical intrigue. I loved the story, but I also re-thought the plot time and time again searching for something else, another plot twist, more danger. I knew the story was good though, so I finally stopped second guessing myself and just ended my agony and published it, because after writing seventeen versions, frankly I wanted to push my hero and heroine off a cliff. Time to let them go, give them their happily-ever-after.
Then I sat back in my office chair and thought very carefully about my favorite books. Why I read them, why they got my pulse elevated. Although I love romance, I love stories where the hero and heroine are put in harm’s way more. Where there are truly evil characters setting up roadblocks to the happily-ever-afters. It’s the psychological journey of finding strength in adverse situations which fascinates me. Romantic Suspense, that’s what I really wanted to write, so I did. And it’s been so much fun.
I don’t know about other authors who write suspense, but for me it’s cathartic. In our daily lives, there’s so much angst, so much uncertainty. The world at times seems to be going to hell in a handbasket... or a dump truck! But when I’m plotting mayhem and murder, putting down the bad guys, getting into the brain of a truly evil person, I can put the reality of the chaos surrounding me on a back burner. My mind no longer focusses on the weather extremes that plague us here on the upper coast of Maine. I can put politicians and their craziness out of my mind for a bit. Actually all these things can fade into merely fodder for future stories.
So for me, writing suspense is a way to escape the reality of our world. That sounds weird, I know, that writing about something terrifying can relieve the tension of trying to live in these scary times. And as a ‘baby boomer’ I’ve been around for some pretty frightening incidents... the Cuban Missile Crisis, a presidential assassination, wars, elections, Texas politics, national politics, international politics... my goodness, with our global economy you drop a lychee nut in China and it affects our lives here in the US. That I find terrifying. However, putting the words on a page, letting my characters chase evil people, saving lives while still finding romance, that’s very satisfying to my heart. Because a little danger, a little spice in your life, makes everything sweeter in the end, doesn’t it?
Min Edwards is the pen name of Archaeologist, Book Designer, and owner of A Thirsty Mind Book Design, Pam Headrick.
She has lived in many countries in her life—England, the Philippines, Cuba, Texas (yes, Texas thinks of itself as a separate country)—gathering experiences for her writing along the way. She earned Undergraduate and Graduate Degrees from Texas Tech University and The University of Texas at Austin in Anthropology with minors in Art, Geology and Geography, and she spent her early professional career as an Archaeological Illustrator of some renown. Radically changing track in 2004 and opening an Independent Bookstore in an affluent community outside Austin, A Thirsty Mind Words & Wines, (one of the first bookstore/winebars in the country) started her on her road to careers in bookselling, book formatting for eBooks as well as print, and ultimately writing.
Min works now from a small office in her 180 year old Greek Revival farmhouse at Pheasant Cove Farm just 300 yards from Cobscook Bay, an arm of the Bay of Fundy. In the summer she walks on her beach every day, listening to the song of the pebbles being washed back and forth in the tide. It’s a musical and inspiring sound. In the winter though, she’d rather the beach be sand and maybe transported to someplace warmer... Tahiti seems to be most often on her mind.