“Not really, just trying to see if we can find Christina.”
“Seriously, you should read some of this. It’s classic.”
“Well, I figure we’re kind of in a time crunch, so maybe it’s more important to not get sidetracked.”
“Whatever it takes. Have you found anything useful that doesn’t have to do with liking long walks on the beach?”
“Actually yes, it seems that on this site if you are in contact with someone it shows up on the sidebar. I’m hoping if we find Christina we can find Jeremy. She must have lied about her age or something because she’s not coming up in this age bracket.”
“Now, there’s a surprise. Let’s try going down to twenty-nine. Seems women love to say they’re that age.”
“I’ll ignore that comment. I’ve also found that unless you delete your profile it stays up there. I found this woman who hasn’t been active in three years. That’s good news.”
“Unless he deleted her profile after he killed her.”
“Well, aren’t you little Mr. Sunshine?”
“Can we please just continue?”
They worked in silence for another hour before Evie let out a whoop and stood up shaking her ass around the room.
“I take it you found something?”
“Yep, Sherlock, I sure did. Look here.” She turned her laptop around and moved so that she stood next to him to point out the profile. “There she is. I was nervous, I couldn’t click on it. This could be the break we’re looking for.”
Anthony slowly reached over and clicked it. They both leaned in closer. She was torn between burying her face in his neck and inhaling his intoxicating scent and or moving her head and scanning the screen for something that could help them. Responsibility won out.
“There.” He tapped the screen. “There he is. Let’s see what he has to say.”
They scanned the profile of Jay Ellison. There wasn’t any new information. Except the name.
Anthony turned towards her. “We never thought to do a search on a Jay Ellison. Maybe we can get more information.”
Their faces were inches apart. She slowly blinked, trying to focus on his words and not his mesmerizing blue eyes. When she saw his pupils dilate, she knew he was feeling the same thing. Disappointment flowed through her when he blinked a few times then turned back to the screen.
Standing up she walked to the other side of the room. She went to focus on the maps, hoping something might come to her. Turning back around she said to him, “Maybe we should go interview people who had ties to the other murders.”
Sitting back in the chair he crossed his arms across his chest. “You might have a good idea there.”
“Not might, I do have a good idea. Look what we learned today. It’s something, even if they can’t give us much information, every little bit will help. Come on. Since we are on this coast I think we should start with Natalie. I know this will be the hardest for you, so we should get it over with first.”
“You’re right. But I will be doing this alone.”
“Alone, what the hell are you talking about? I’m in this one hundred percent. I go with you.”
He got up and walked over to her standing right in front of her trying to intimidate her. “No, you don’t.”
“You know I’ll just book my own flight and be right behind you. So your choice is to let me do this on my own, or take me with you. Your pick, but I am going. Now move out of my way, I’ve got a flight to book.”
She tried to push past him but he just pinned her to the wall. In a voice which was too calm and soft compared to the fire in his eyes, he said, “No, you’re not going.”
“What are you going to do? Tie me to the bed?” The image flashed through her mind before she could stop it.
“Don’t tempt me. I’m sure your grandmother would be on my side.”
“Actually you’d be wrong buddy, she’s behind me. She might not like it, but she supports me. You might as well give in now. I really don’t want to be up all night fighting.” Her breathing started to increase.
“Then give in and we won’t.”
“I never give in.”
“We’ll just have to see about that.” He pressed his body into hers and devoured her mouth. Grabbing her ass, he hoisted her up so she was pinned to the wall.
With his hands occupied, she took the opportunity to dive her hands into his hair, grabbing hard and pulling his head back from her swollen lips. She could see the passion in his hooded eyes. Yanking him back to her lips, they continued their battle of wills with their kisses. She wanted his hands free, wanted to feel them all over her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist. She didn’t have to wait long before she felt his hands on her breasts, squeezing and pinching. Letting out a primal moan, she tightened her legs around him, trying to get closer to the hardness she could feel between them.
Moving away from the wall he spun around and laid her on the table pushing everything out of the way, his lips never leaving hers. Her touches became frantic with the thought of having him inside of her. The blood pumped so fast in her veins, her ears rang.
The ringing wasn’t just in her ears and she whimpered when he pulled his lips from hers and glared over at the phone. With a curse, he left her and answered the call. His eyes burned with passion as he talked to whoever was on the other end of the call.
Hearing the frustration in his voice, she knew it wasn’t going to be a quick phone call. Getting up from the table she grabbed her laptop and started to walk out the door. She continued to leave even when she heard him say “Hold on.”
She was whipped back around and his lips came down hard on hers. “I’m sorry; I’ve got to take this. Book us both a flight for the first available they have.”
Not trusting her voice, she just nodded and walked out into the cool night air.
Author Evelyne Stone. We meet for coffee all the time and talk about our mutual love of books. We started discussing the indie market and a light bulb went off in my head, and I thought, now this is something I can do! After telling her my ideas for stories she got behind me and told me I had to write.
Is there a message in this [Storm] series you want readers to grasp?
What sticks out for me is a line from After the Storm: You see Noah, there is always light after the storm. It’s a reminder to me that even when things seem darkest, there will always be light. Through all three books some very terrible things happen to these women, they have to learn to pick up the pieces and not just continue, but to live. To embrace the light and let the darkness fall from them.
Are any scenes/scenarios in this series based on realistic events?
There are a few. I did live in Island Lake, Illinois until I was seventeen. I love La Jolla, California. I would love a beach cottage in the Boston, Massachusetts area. My husband sings George Strait’s I Cross My Heart to me. I have been known to put fake decapitated heads in refrigerators, file cabinets, microwaves, etc…
What were the challenges (research, literary, psychological, and logistical) in bringing it to life?
The main challenge for me, and it still continues, is finding the time to write. I have a lot of stories in my head and not enough time to get them all down.
If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
I don’t think so. I really love Eye of the Storm. I’m sure if you ask me the same question five years from now I will completely want to change it as I improve on my writing skills.
What are some of your future projects?
I have a paranormal story, Dreaming in Moonlight, about a couple of ghosts that in order to be free from a curse must bring two people together and the demon that doesn’t want that to happen. Also on deck is a mystery surrounding treasure and a murder. And finally (I think) The Falconi House Murders, three sisters restore an old Victorian mansion and undercover a long ago murder that has ties to present day. I am hoping to get these out within the year. I have more planned for next year!
What book are you reading now?
Oh man, I wish I was reading something right now! I do have the latest James Rollins Sigma Force book staring at me from my nightstand. I am hoping to have time in about a month to actually just relax and read. Looking for some good recommendations!
Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?
Jennifer Benson. Her debut novel is coming out next month. I’ve been lucky enough to read a little bit of her work and can’t wait to read more.
What is your favorite genre to read?
Paranormal, mystery, suspense, thriller. Pretty much everything I like to write! Although just a good old fashion romance is always nice!