Beacon of Love by Allie Boniface
In a town that won’t give up its secrets, she wants to find the answers…
Welcome to Lindsey Point, Connecticut: suspicious of outsiders, loyal to tradition, and absolutely devoted to its local legends.
Enter Sophie Smithwaite, travel show host, in town to film an episode about Lindsey Point’s haunted lighthouse. But digging into the story of a tragic murder-suicide and love gone wrong reveals startling connections to Sophie’s own past. When a gorgeous local handyman fills in behind the camera, Sophie’s life gets complicated by more than just her family history.
Part-time paramedic, handyman, seasonal Santa-Lucas Oakes does it all–except get attached. He’s still reeling from the death of his best friend ten years ago and the more recent infidelity of his ex-fiancee. Yet despite Sophie’s big-city nosiness and her insistence on chasing long-dead ghosts, he’s drawn to her.
But mixing with an outsider means questioning people and traditions Lucas has always defended. When a series of attacks seem to be connected to Sophie’s investigation, both Sophie and Lucas must decide if they are willing to risk everything to uncover the town’s secrets…and their own.
CONTENT WARNING: Contains one barb-slinging travel show host, one hunky handyman who knows exactly how to use his tools, and a small town brimming with secrets…
A Lyrical Press Contemporary Romance
Copyright 2013, Allie Boniface
All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.
Together they stepped onto the platform at the top of the lighthouse. A railing ran around the perimeter, though anyone could see it wouldn’t stop a grown man from jumping onto the rocks below. About the only thing it might stop would be someone who turned too fast, took a step in the wrong direction and needed to catch himself. For the first time, Lucas wondered what had happened the night Petey and Miranda died. He knew the story inside and out–but stories had their own weird mix of truth, and he suspected that telling and retelling them only took a person farther away from ever knowing it.
Sophie hugged herself against the wind. Gooseflesh broke out on her arms, and he pulled her into him almost without thinking. He rubbed her bare shoulders to warm her up.
“God, it’s beautiful,” she said.
“Sure is.” Funny. He’d seen the ocean from about every point in town. Main Street, various rooftops of buildings, kayaks in the middle of the bay, even the plane ride he’d taken his ex on to celebrate her twenty-first birthday. But never from the lighthouse, which was kind of funny when he thought about it, since this was Lindsey Point’s claim to fame.
The sky went on forever up here. The stars hung over the ocean and the beach and reflected their light in every direction, millions of tiny dots that made him feel about a centimeter tall. Below them, the water rushed against the rocks, muted but still a steady beat, a rhythm that never went away, Lucas realized, but became a part of the town itself. Like a heartbeat ingrained into every single person who lived within hearing distance of it.
Like the heartbeat in his arms right now, the steady pulse beating inside his embrace. He stopped looking at the stars.
“I think I feel a little unsteady.” Sophie turned to look up at him.
“Yeah?” He kind of felt the same way.
A few drops of rain fell, and she shivered. He lifted her chin with one hand. Her lips opened and she sighed, the smallest breath that nearly knocked him to his knees. God, she tasted–she smelled–she felt–so good next to him, this firecracker he could barely hold between his hands who set him to burning every time he touched her.
Raindrops scattered around them and wet their hair and their clothes. They didn’t move. Her hands found his face, her fingertips brushing the curls from his forehead and tracing their way from his earlobes to his neck, and still he kissed her, long and slow and not nearly as gently as the seconds passed. He couldn’t get enough of her. She was a drug more powerful than the damn night air, than the moon or the stars or anything nature herself could have slipped into his veins.
My God, this woman is amazing, was Lucas’s last thought before he caught the soft spot of her throat and she laughed under the touch of his tongue.