A life-changing discovery
Mia Parkerâs restaurant-in-progress is the best shot Baileyâs Cove has at survival. That is, until a two-hundred-year-old skeleton is unearthed on-site. It doesnât help that the investigatorâsexy, guarded anthropologist Daniel MacCareyâinstantly charms her to distraction. Add in rumors that the remains belong to a pirateâand that his treasure might be buried nearby. Miaâs trapped in the mystery that jeopardizes everything.
Despite the risks, Daniel canât resist offering to help Mia. Nor can he fight the attraction that reels him in. And working together, they may find a treasure better than any otherâ¦.
Daniel made himself let go of Miaâs soft warm hand
What he wanted to do was take that hand and put it against his heart to tell her how much he had hated leaving her so early this morning, how much he loved to touch her, have her touch him.
What he needed to do now was to keep his hands, his lips and everything else off her. She did not need his hang-ups in her life.
She looked away and instead focused on the documents in front of her. âLiam Baileyâs account of maintaining law and order in the early eighteen hundreds is a combination of fascinating and dead dog boring.â
âI donât suppose he built a tomb and walled a man up in it.â
She sputtered out a laugh. âhope not. He and his legend have messed me around enough.â
âRemind me not to cross you.â
âOh, please, you have crossed me too many times to count.â
He stopped studying the file in his hand and gave her a wry look.
âOkay. So some of the times you crossed me, I liked it.â
Dear Reader,
Thank you so much to the readers of my books.
Come to Maine this time! Mia Parker has been out in the world, and she knows her small hometown of Baileyâs Cove is rare and special. The people value friendship, family and the legend of their pirate founderâand his treasure. When Daniel MacCarey arrives here, his intentions are not to instigate a treasure hunt that may destroy the town, nor does he set out to break Mia Parkerâs heartâbut will he do both?
I hope you enjoy Mia and Danielâs story as they each face their demons and search for their own treasure.
Iâd love to hear from you. Visit my website at www.marybrady.net or write to me at [email protected].
Warmest regards,
Mary Brady
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mary Brady lives in the Midwest and considers road trips into the rest of the continent to be a necessary part of life. When sheâs not out exploring, she helps run a manufacturing company and has a great time living with her handsome husband, her super son and one cheeky little bird.
To my husband and son, who are always there with love and encouragement. To my family of friends and fans, especially my siblings and cousins, who help fill my stories with real life and love.
And to good-hearted pirates everywhere. Argh!
Acknowledgments
A heartfelt thank-you to the people of the state of Maine, where I have built a fictional town on their beautiful coast without so much as a by-your-leave.
CHAPTER ONE
A STARTLING thwack reached Mia Parker where she stood on an upended bright orange bucket, chipping away at eighty-year-old plaster.
âHoly crap. Oh, holy Jesus, save us!â Charlie Pinionâs irreverent bellow buffeted her, and the pry bar she had been using clattered to the floor.
âJesus, Mary and Joseph.â This cry from another, the ordinarily sane member of her construction crew, concerned her more than the first.
âHey, whatâs going on back there?â She hopped down onto the old wooden floor and headed from the storefront section of the building toward the rear of her future dining room. The two areas were divided by a twenty-foot-long, four-foot-thick wall with open doorways on each end. Storage closets were tucked into the ends of the dividing wall. An odd arrangement, but the building was two hundred years old, so many opinions and various needs had altered the floor plan over the years.
Mia stopped in what was left of the doorway and tugged the dust mask from her face.
Charlie stood, posed like a burly statue, raised sledgehammer still clutched in his pudgy fists. He gaped at something his large body blocked from her view. Beside him scrawny Rufus Boothby slowly drew down his mask to tuck it under his neat red goatee.
The workers had demolished most of one closet and stripped the plaster, lath and support frame from the far side of the dividing wall. In the middle where the closets terminated stood a column of gray granite. Another oddity. There should be no column in that wall.
âCharlie!â Stella LaBlancâs excited shout came from the direction of the newly installed Womenâs Room in the hallway past the kitchen area. âCharlie, you big creep, I told you to wait âtil I got back.â