Nick Rawlins’s desperate need for rest from his job as County Medical Examiner is interrupted when he accepts an offer to search for the missing daughter of a prominent local man. This quest takes him to the Adriatic Coast of Italy.
He finds raven-haired Krista Vincent recovering from an attempt on her life and they are thrown into close proximity by his vow to protect her from increasing death threats. Krista is not going to take protection easily because she came to Italy on her own search, a link to her past.
Tested by desires they can’t deny, Nick’s confirmed bachelorhood teeters as they fall into perilous events which threaten both of their lives.
Long and Short Reviews
Cierra James' writing style, fast-paced yet smooth, makes MIDNIGHT COVE a joy to read. She creates a mysterious, exciting setting for the story within the story that emerges then ties Nick and Krista to the characters of long ago in a unique way. This one is a real page-turner.
Nick kicked off his shoes and stretched out his feet. He reached for his beer and took a long drink. As he went to set the bottle back on the end table, the patio door shattered along with the bottle in his hand.
“Oh my God,” Krista screamed. Instantly, she was on the floor with Nick’s body shielding hers. His hand was balled into a fist near her mouth. A thick substance dripped on her face. She had a sickening feeling it was blood as her fingers reached to wipe it away. At that moment, her stomach lurched into her mouth. A wave of dizziness flashed through her when the pain from her shoulder wound assaulted her. Her entire body shook while she fought back a scream. Most of all, she didn’t want to throw up in front of her gorgeous protector.
“Nick,” she whispered, “your blood is dripping on my face and you’re crushing me.”
“Stay down and be quiet,” Nick whispered harshly. “I’m going to have a look around.” He lifted his body over hers, rose to a crouch, and then stood. Krista’s eyes followed his movements as he combed the room. Quietly, he opened the door and left the apartment.
She knew instinctively this was no time to go against his wishes. She wasn’t moving from her safety zone. Here she was, lying on the floor of her own home, shivering with fear, Nick’s blood on her face, about to vomit, and all she could do was cry. Next time she decided to go chasing after the unknown, she would find a friend to kick her butt and remind her how dangerous it could get