The first book in the Murder by the Sea series by Carol Ann Ross There are three communities on Topsail Island - Surf City, Topsail Beach, North Topsail Beach. Residents of all three enjoy a low key, laid back lifestyle most months of the year. Folks stop and chat for a few minutes at the grocery store romantic souls stroll leisurely along the beach, searching for sand dollars and shark's teeth. Many relax by fishing and boating in the calm coastal waters. Yes, life is easy. But when summer arrives and vacationers flock to the Island, things change. The pace quickens as the population quadruples. Smells of suntan lotion and outdoor barbeques permeate the air. A constant ripple of wakes made by boaters fills the waterways and beaches become crowded with sunbathers and surfers frolicking in the Atlantic. There is no doubt that tourist season is a far cry from the easygoing off-season months. To most, it is a time for fun in the sun on Topsail Island. But for a few, it's just plain old murder.
CAROL ANN ROSS is the author of the Murder by the Sea series, The Topsail Island Trilogy, and The Blue House Series. Having spent her childhood climbing sand dunes, doing the beach thing, and deep-sea fishing, Carol incorporates those experiences in the works she pens. Her novels are full of intrigue, romance, and incidious intent, all set in picturesque south eastern North Carolina. She is a graduate of UNC-A and Spring Hill College in Alabama.
In this excerpt, the detective begins to snoop around one of the suspects in the killing of Sarah Chambers. It's just the beginning of the chase, and as evidence unfolds, more bodies begin to pile up.
Book Excerpt
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“So I knew that Carrie and you must have been talking.” Leaning against a chair Hank swirled the wine in the goblet. “And the other night I saw you two, as a couple . . . yes . . . a couple. I saw the way you looked at her and the way she blushed.” Hank took a sip from the wine glass; a knowing smirk settled on his face. “I knew sooner or later you two would get all mushy and lovey and spill your guts to one another.” He sneered and rolled his eyes. “Sooner or later the subject of the fish in my freezer was bound to come up.”
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