An Island No More
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An Island No More was a page turning read, with a healthy dose of romance! Not knowing quite what to expect when I picked it up I was prepared for the slow blossoming romance, but I wasn’t expecting the suspenseful side of the story. The romance that blooms between Seth and Maggie is very heart warming and tender. The horror that begins to unravel around Maggie and her young daughter Emily is quite on the other end of the spectrum. Author Casey Clifford does a fantastic job of dropping hints and clues throughout the story and the reader is left guessing right up until the end. I would recommend this book to anyone
Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
“What I’d really like to know, Maggie, is in which role you think I most resemble him? James Bond, perhaps?”
At that unexpected voice, Maggie’s heart slammed against her rib cage. Her tummy plummeted to her swollen feet. She spotted the Bondish-sly grin accompanying Seth’s words as he walked through the doorway with Emily close behind. Giggling, her daughter looked quite pleased with herself.
“More like his role in Lawnmower Man,” she snapped her conversational dart.
“Ouch…you’re killing me here. Lawnmower Man?”
“On second thought?” She cocked her head. “Maybe more Remington Steele. Inept. But perfectly attired—whatever the occasion or weather. And in reruns.” She eyed Seth’s casual appearance: pressed khaki shorts, polo shirt in a rich teal, comfortable boat shoes, no socks while she was barefoot and bare-faced.
“Reruns! Lawnmower Man. Woman, you show fangs early in the morning.”
“I wasn’t expecting company.” Despite herself, she laughed, and Seth walked across the patio with Emily at his side. He stood next to the lounge and peered down at her. She didn’t squirm but returned his stare. If he made comparisons to last night, he shouldn’t come calling unannounced. The warm morning sun turned her sweaty.
Of course, he looked cool and polished.
“Ahh, Mom needs more coffee. Would you like some, too, Professor Baldwin?” Emily grabbed an empty cup from the table next to the lounge. Maggie nodded and so did Seth.
“If Maggie doesn’t mind?” He stared into her face.
Could he read her emotions? She hoped not. She bit her lower lip, sighed, and leaned her head against the back of the chair. “Bring two cups, please, Em. Professor Baldwin and I have some talking to do.” Her heart hammered in a chest not sufficiently covered—at least with Seth Baldwin around.
“Good, I asked him to stay for breakfast. Is that okay?”
“You did what?”
Emily smile slithered away and Seth looked uneasy—for the first time. “He didn’t accept. After I bring coffee, you can talk and I won’t bother you.” Emily walked away, less confident than before.
“I didn’t mean to cause a rift.”
“I’m sure you have better things to do than join us for breakfast.”
“Actually, I don’t. Mind if I have a seat?”
“Take your choice.” She pointed to chairs several feet away. Contrary as she remembered him, he settled his lanky length at the far edge of her lounge. She ignored the skip in her heart beat.
“I like the view better here.” He grinned which enhanced the smile brackets at his mouth. “Plus we don’t have to raise our voices.”
“Why’re you here?”
“To see you. An added bonus is discovering Emily.” He lowered his deep voice. “I didn’t know you had a daughter, Maggie. She’s delightful, charming, and full of spirit. Just like you…”