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Title:
STORM WINDS: AN OUTER BANKS MYSTERY
Author: K.S. David
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 180
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Moving to the North Carolina Outer Banks was a chance for Leah Kymes to put
her life back together, after her marriage went sour. But peace and quiet evade
her, when her father is discovered murdered in his fish and tackle shop. Not
willing to wait for authorities to solve the crime, she begins to delve into
recent events involving her Dad. What she uncovers shatters her understanding
of the man she thought she knew so well.
At Leah's side is her old
flame, Officer Aden Parker, who runs interference between Leah and the salty
detective who sees her as a hindrance. Ignoring Aden's warnings, she deepens
her probe, but soon draws the attention of a handsome stranger. Is this new man
just competing for her affection - or a vicious killer intent on making Leah
his next victim?
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Book Excerpt:
She
was irritated. If she knew him well, and she did, her father hadn't thought
once about the worry he caused. The old cuss was probably fine, but it was
strange that he hadn't called to check on her, not even once. When her mind
pondered over that loose detail, she pushed it to the furthest spot in her
brain.
The
blare of horns signaled that it was time to move. She skidded down the dune
that hugged the road. Course granules of sand shifted underfoot as she
descended. Heat pressed against her bare feet as she fished her keys out of the
pocket of her cutoff shorts. Gaps in the line had been created by drivers who'd
already moved forward and the woman parked behind Leah laid on her horn and
growled, "We're trying to get home today, please!"
Leah
sighed, grit her teeth, and gave a quick wave. "Sorry." Beneath her
breath, she mumbled, "Go to hell." They were all in the same
predicament and moving a few feet forward wasn't going to get either of them on
the ferry any faster. She'd been in line for nearly two hours on the southern
tip of Ocracoke Island. It would take another hour before she reached the pier
for a forty-minute boat ride before landing on Hatteras Island, then another
fifteen before she got to her father's house in the town of Frisco.
A
hand tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me, ma'am. Are you Ms. Leah
Kymes?"
A
Hyde County police officer stared down at her. Sometimes, cops issued tickets
to drivers who walked away from their cars when they were in the line for the
ferry, especially at times like this. A ticket was the last thing she needed.
"I'm
getting ready to pull up. We've been sitting here--"
The
cop threw a hand up to stop her. "It's okay." He stepped closer and
asked again, "Are you Leah Kymes?"
She
frowned and looked down the line of cars. Eying him, she answered, "Yeah,
I'm Leah Kymes."
"I'm
Officer Alfred Hawkins. The Dare County Police Department requested that we
locate and help you back over to Hatteras."
She
stepped back. "Why?"
He
shrugged, "Don't know. I was just told to find you."
"Is
this about my father?" Her stomach turned at the thought that something
bad had happened.
Hawkins
held up a hand, "Ma'am, I don't know." He was a tall man, with smooth
dark brown skin and an open face. "I was asked to get you back over to the
island."
She
looked at the backed-up traffic. There were still six miles to go before
getting to the landing.
As
if reading her mind, Officer Hawkins added, "I can take you back on one of
the guard boats. Your car won't fit but another officer will get it on the next
ferry."
At
first, only a few drivers showed any interest when Hawkins first appeared
beside Leah, but radios quieted and chatter ebbed when a second cruiser pulled
alongside them and deposited another cop. Hawkins called over his shoulder to a
female officer, "Direct the rest of the cars around us."
This
officer was young. She'd chopped her brown hair into a pageboy and appeared to
be losing the battle against acne. Giving Leah a quick, dismissive glance, she
turned and waved the other cars along.
The
woman who'd shouted at Leah earlier eased by slowly, but kept her curious gaze
locked on the action.
"You
sure you don't know anything?" Leah asked, searching Hawken's face.
"No,"
he said. Dark shades covered his eyes. Leah couldn't read his face but there
was something in the brevity of his reply that worried her. Before she could
question him any further, he said, "That's Officer Maynard." He
pointed to the woman directing traffic. "She'll drive your car to the
ferry. Someone on the other side will make sure it gets to Hatteras."
Maynard
didn't look old enough to drive, and Leah didn't like the idea of leaving her
car in someone else's hands, but what choice did she have. The line wasn't
getting any shorter and she needed answers. Eyeing Hawkins again, she worried
that he was being evasive. Cops never tell the whole story until they're ready.
She opened the car door, pulled out her shoes and handbag, and tossed her keys
on the seat. "Okay, I'm ready," she said to Hawkins.
About the Author
K. S. David lives in the Mid-Atlantic with her husband, their three
children and a spoiled sheepadoodle. She’s addicted to true life mysteries and
crime shows, both of which marry well with a great romance. Some of her
favorite things are long walks, reading in bed, baking and, of course, writing
her next novel.
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