The thing I love about mysteries and especially amateur sleuth mysteries is the wealth of characters the sleuth is involved with. It’s hard to believe there was a not too distant time when detectives were only allowed to detect, no girl friends, no hobbies, just an occasional sidekick to voice his/her thoughts to. In the typical cozy mystery anything goes: hobbies, cupcakes, crafts, children, extended families, nosy neighbors, bossy mother-in-laws, matchmaking aunts, and other quirky characters. In Maggie Toussaint’s newest romantic mystery, many of the elements of a cozy mystery show up: small coastal town, a strong female florist, protective mother and best friend, a treasure hunting navy seal, and two adorable kids. She is able to weave the story into a page turning romantic mystery with numerous plot twists. If you like a good mystery you can get ROUGH WATERS at amazon.com.
ABOUT ROUGH WATERS…
Former Navy SEAL Rock Mackenzie wants his stolen gold sovereigns back. Time is running out on the loan repayment for his treasure hunt and unless he finds the coins, he will have to forfeit a family heirloom and all hope of finding the sunken ship carrying the gold.
Pink-haired florist Jeanie Munro learned responsibility the hard way after her ex-husband abandoned her and their two children. Once a wild child with a heart full of adventure, Jeanie finds herself falling for yet another bad boy dreamer—until thieves ransack her shop and home and Rock reveals her ex is to blame for their troubles.
Is he? Or did Rock bring danger to her doorstep? In return for his protection, Jeanie agrees to help find the missing coins. Will their thirst for adventure get them killed, or will they discover the true meaning of treasure before it’s too late?
“You know something, don’t you?”
He was quiet so long the hair on the back of her neck snapped to attention.
“I might,” he said.
He set his mug in the sink. “I know Avery.”
Jeanie blinked. Her blood iced. She tried a deep breath and choked on it. “You’re friends?”
“I met him in North Carolina. He told me about Mossy Bog.”
“This is about my ex-husband?” She straightened. Light glinted on the tin roof of the potting shed. The strength of the beam warmed the frost in her bones. She wasn’t sinking down to that dark place again. She wouldn’t let Avery crush her a second time. “Does he owe you money? ʼCause if he does, I’m not paying it. The bank of Jeanie is officially closed.”
Rock’s silence spoke volumes. “Oh, God. He does owe you. I’m sick and tired of this crap. Avery owes me so much it’s ridiculous. And child support. Don’t even get me started on child support. I refuse to pay another red cent of his bills. If you loaned him money, kiss it goodbye.”
Rock didn’t say anything.
Cuss words roiled in her craw like crabs in the cook pot. Jeanie glanced at the sling supporting Rock’s left arm. A horrible possibility occurred to her, a possibility so scary her vision whited out. She hung onto the kitchen counter until shapes and colors came back into view.
“Jeanie? You okay?”
If she wasn’t, she wasn’t going to let him know it. She’d learned to stand on her own two feet after Avery left. “Tell me this isn’t about your accident.”
Her knees sagged. A needle of betrayal stabbed her heart. Damn you, Avery. How many lives do you have to ruin? It wasn’t enough that you threw away me and the kids? You had to go and maim a perfect stranger?
The room began to spin. It floated in and out of focus.
Rock’s hand rested on her shoulder. “Sit,” he said. “Sit down before you pass out.”
“I’ve had paramedic training. I know the signs. Please sit.”
Not wanting to embarrass herself further by fainting, she complied. After a few deep breaths, she braced for the bad news. “I’m all right. Tell me the whole story.”
He seemed to be holding onto the tall back of a chair. “Avery worked at Bayside Marina where I docked my charter boat. He asked a lot of questions about my charters.”
“He liked being in the know.”
The harsh planes of Rock’s beard-stubbled face tightened at that. The pink scar on his left cheek darkened. This really was about Avery.
“What happened to you?”
“My boat exploded.”
“Your boating accident? Where you got hurt?”
“I wasn’t the only one on the boat. The bomb killed my partner. I was lucky enough to be thrown free.”
Her jaw dropped. “You’re saying Avery murdered someone?”~~~
Formerly an aquatic toxicologist contracted to the U.S. Army and a freelance reporter, Southern author Maggie Toussaint loves to blend murder and romance in her fiction. With twelve published books to her credit, her newest release is Rough Waters, the last in her Mossy Bog series, featuring a pink haired florist and a former SEAL. She’s an active member of Mystery Writers of America, Romance Writers of America, and Sisters In Crime. Maggie lives in coastal Georgia, where secrets, heritage, and ancient oaks cast long shadows. Visit her at www.maggietoussaint.com.