Introducing Death Echo – On Sale Now!

By: ElizabethLowell
June 08, 2010

Hello, everyone! I can’t believe how long it has been since we last met on this page. Life just keeps happening at warp speed.

Right now I’m all excited about the publication of Death Echo, TODAY!

The story of Emma and Mac, danger and death, life and love, begins in the Pacific Northwest AND unfolds against the gorgeous backdrop of the Inside Passage between Vancouver Island, B. C. and mainland Canada. The people in Death Echo are like the water itself—quick and sometimes treacherous.

Mac and Emma don’t know each other, have never met, and must trust each other with their lives. Deciding if such trust can be possible is a delicate thing. Rather like porcupines making love.

Here’s a taste of what’s in store for you with Emma and Mac:

Emma chewed over the fact that she’d made a mistake. Blackbird’s captain enjoyed her crop top, but it didn’t affect his IQ. A hard man in every way that counted.

Time for Plan B: Honesty.

Yeah. Right.

“So much for light conversation,” she said clearly. “I’m Emma Cross and I’ve got a qualified buyer for Blackbird.”

“She’s not mine. I’m just delivering her.”

“So the owner is in Seattle.”

Mac didn’t answer.

“News flash,” Emma said crisply. “Being rude will just make me more pushy. I have a job to do and I’m going to do it, with or without your charming help.”

Mac almost smiled. “Charming, huh?”

“Yeah. Bet no one has ever accused you of that.”

This time Mac did smile. “No bet.”

Emma almost stepped back. The difference between this man with and without a smile was enough to make a woman think about doing whatever it took to keep the smile in place.

“Wow. You should try smiling more often, Mr. Whoever.”

He shook his head and decided he was going to find out just what kind of trouble Emma was. Give her enough rope and she might just tie herself up.

Now that was an intriguing thought.

“MacKenzie Durand,” he said. “If you want me to answer, call me Mac.”

And a day later, when they still haven’t decided who is going to do what and with which and to whom:

Emma glanced at her watch. The time she could safely ignore Blackbird was ticking away. Since Mac kept pushing the ball into her court, she’d take it and ram it down his coy throat.

“My boss would like to hire you,” she said.

“The boss with more money than sense?”

“Have you ever heard of St. Kilda Consulting?” she asked calmly.

Mac frowned and searched through his memory. “Civilian. Private. International. Kidnap security.”

“Among other things.”

“What do they want me to do?”

Emma looked at Mac’s clear dark eyes and wondered why she kept thinking he was laughing at her.

“You’ll have to ask Joe Faroe,” she said.

“What do you do for him?”

“You can ask him that, too.”

“I’m asking you,” Mac said.

“Do you know if or when Blackbird is leaving port?”

“No.”

“Can you find out?” she pressed.

“Why?”

“Why not?”

Then she closed her eyes and took a better grip on her temper. She knew how to recruit someone.

This wasn’t the way.

“If you’re interested in making some honest money,” she said, “I’ll put you in touch with Joe Faroe. Whatever St. Kilda wants from you will be legal in whatever country you do it in.” So far, anyway. “They don’t play politics, they’ve been honest with me, and they pay on time.”

“Do they work for the good guys or just anyone who pays?”

“Find me some good guys and I’ll let you know,” she said. Then she met Mac’s dark eyes. “They’re more trustworthy than the government.”

“Faint praise.”

“In this world, that’s as good as it gets.”

His expression changed. “I left that world.”

She laughed, as much at herself as at him. “Sorry, babe. It’s the only world there is.”

Right now I’m off cruising on a beautiful piece of ocean known as the Inside Passage. I hope to be in WiFi range to respond to your posts. If not, know that I’ll read and enjoy each one of them as soon as we’re in port.

Until then, enjoy reading descriptions of where we are in Death Echo!