For All to See
by Megan Mitcham
(Bureau #1)
Publication date: April 1st 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
(Bureau #1)
Publication date: April 1st 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
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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“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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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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