BLURB FOR DEVIL IN THE SAND
When Kelly Adams lays eyes on Sicilian Luca Amore, their lives plunge into the deepest chaos. Accused of marrying an older woman for her money and seducing a teenager in his care, Luca’s respectability in the small Sicilian town is stretched too thin when his wife-to-be is found murdered.
But Kelly knows Luca didn’t personally commit the crime as she was with him that night during a forbidden, tantalizing encounter. Could he have paid someone to rid him of the older woman? Can Kelly smother the feelings he stirs in her even now with a glance from across a room full of people?
Kelly’s scruples battle against her yearning for the probable murderer, threatening to change who she is and consume her soul…
Sicilians decide what mood they’ll be in that day only after they’ve seen the color of the sky.
Luca’s disposition always depended on the color of the sea. Today he stood on the cliff high above the beach of Punta Secca, the lighthouse clear and stark in the distance, and surveyed the large two-storey villa before him. At the moment it was a wreck, but given money and time he could turn it into a little heaven.
Time, he had. Money was another thing. But he would do anything to make sure he succeeded. All he had to do was use his Sicilian charm.
The clouds swirled in a frenzy above his beautiful, dark head, and he smiled as the solution came to him. Soon it would be the perfect time to turn his plans into reality…
“Ah, Sicily...this is the life,” Mike sighed as he spread his beach towel on the high cliff jutting out above the sparkling Mediterranean Sea.
Kelly shielded her eyes from the scorching sun and looked out towards the distant horizon where tiny sailboats drifted, suspended in the transparent water that blended into the sky. There were exactly ninety kilometers between the Ragusan shore and the island of Malta, and when she squinted she could just make out its outline. Beyond that was Africa, to her a wide, incommensurable expanse of unknown.
Down below to her far left, by the lighthouse of the little village of Punta Secca, not a soul was around, except for a deserted villa surrounded by pine trees. Maybe she would explore it later on.
Glancing at Mike who was practically half asleep, she realized this was going to be another one of those “good-thing-I-brought-something-to-read” days. He was obviously not going to be available for conversation. Or anything else, for that matter, like the long-awaited “I think I have feelings for you” speech. Heck, she should have known he was either going to read or sleep the whole time. And then he would awaken only after a glorious sunset, of course and say, “Aw, why didn’t you wake me?”
And never a pleasant, intimate moment. What kind of an ‘any-day-now’ boyfriend was he after all? Was he even interested in starting a relationship with her? He treated her like his buddy. If he wasn’t going to kiss her and declare his undying love to her here on this cliff, the most romantic place she had ever seen, he never would.
That was why she had accepted the invitation to his Mom’s wedding. Kelly was about to meet the ‘Ma’ and her psychiatrist fiancé as if she were already part of the family. In truth she was still waiting for her first kiss from Mike . Funny how he worked. She was beginning to doubt he even had designs on her. Watching him work on his tan, Kelly realized the revelatory kiss was anything but imminent. He might as well have stayed at the hotel. And she might as well have stayed in Toronto.
Resigned, she plunked herself down to read an Agatha Christie- a biggie, seeing that they had two whole days to themselves. Gloria, Mike’s Mom, was on a cruise on the Nile with her fiancé. Some people had all the luck.