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Drifting Sands (The Warfield Hotel Mysteries #1)
Crashing Waves (The Warfield Hotel Mysteries #2)
Justin Warfield ran away to Italy to put the events of last summer and a certain dark-haired private eye behind him, to no avail. If anything, he can’t help but rehash what happened over and over. When he finally returns to South Carolina, the hotel he runs with his brother has suffered a series of incidents that are starting to look less accidental after a death threat is received.
Not satisfied that Moses Lee and his local police will find the culprit, Peter Warfield calls in the services of his good friend Marcus Drummond to help. Marcus is torn. He wants to help his friend, but he also knows that if Justin has moved on after their failed flirtation last summer, he will be devastated.
Tensions mount as danger seems to follow them at every turn, stalking them as they get closer to solving the mystery of who is behind the sabotage of the hotel.
Walking through the silent house without flipping a light switch until he reached the kitchen, Justin smiled at what awaited him there. Winnie had left a piece of her amazing apple crumb cake. It was displayed neatly on a platter sitting on the table. There was a note beside the plate. No coffee, Mr. Justin. You drink some milk with this here cake. She worried about him, and he loved her for it.
He picked up the cake and grabbed a glass from the cabinet beside the refrigerator. He filled the glass half full with milk, knowing he wouldn’t drink much of it, but it would please Winnie if he drank even a little.
The first streak of lightning flashed across the sky by the time he had changed into his sleep pants and finished his nightly routines. He’d managed to drink some of the milk and nibbled at the cake.
He burrowed into the crisp cotton sheets on his bed. Sleeping with the window open had become a habit while he had lived at the Warfield. Leaving the window open tonight was not feasible with the fast approaching storm. The sounds of the ocean at night had been his lullaby for years. But there were no sounds of the ocean here at the Manor. It had taken him a week to get used to the sounds of night insects and the house settling.
Thunder shook the house and lighting lit up the sky once again. The sound of large solid raindrops pounded the tile roof over his head. Eventually the thunder stopped and the flashes of light faded leaving a steady rhythm of patters that lulled Justin to sleep. His last thought was of another storm on the beach. A man with damp, dark curls filled his thoughts as well. The salty sweet taste of his lips and the way he felt pressed tightly to Justin’s own body. Marcus.
Author BioC. J. Baty lives in southwest Ohio. Her heart, however, lives in the mountains of Tennessee where she hopes to retire some day. The mountains have always provided her with inspiration and a soothing balm to the stresses of everyday life.
The dream of writing her own stories started in high school but was left on the back burner of life until her son introduced her to fan fiction and encouraged her to give it a try. She found that her passion for telling a story was still there and writing them down to share with others was much more thrilling than she had ever expected.
She has a loving and supportive family who don't mind fixing their own meals when she is in the middle of a story, and a network of friends who have encouraged and cheered her on in her quest of being an author.
One thing she has learned from life and she is often heard to say is: “You are never too old to follow your dream!”
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