"A quaint fishing village, missing treasure and steamy sex blend together for good romantic suspense"
Reviewed by Viki Ferrell
Posted September 14, 2014
Romance Suspense | Romance Contemporary
Jeanie Munro is putting her life back together since her
husband, and father of her two young children, walked out
and left her with lots of debt. Two years later her flower
shop is doing well, and she is happy. Rock McKenzie has
come to Mossy Bog, Georgia to rest and recuperate from
almost being killed when his fishing charter boat
exploded.
He's also here looking for Jeanie's ex-husband, who Rock
thinks stole his gold sovereigns. Rock and his boyhood
friend and partner Tarpley found them off the coast on a
treasure dive. He needs them back, or he has to relinquish
the family journal he put up for collateral to get his
charter business started. When Jeanie's shop and home are
both plundered, Rock has another agenda, to keep Jeanie
and
her family safe from the thugs he believes are behind his
boat explosion and the theft of his coins. Can he keep her
safe and find his treasure without losing his own heart in
the process?
Maggie Toussaint gives us another installment in her
Mossy
Bog series with ROUGH WATERS. This is my first visit
to Mossy Bog, but I am a fan already. Filled with
suspense
at every turn, this story is a fast-paced adventure with
some steamy romance filtered throughout the pages. Jeanie
and Rock are strong solid characters who know what they
want in life. Life has dealt them some hard knocks, but
they keep bouncing back.
An eclectic mix of supporting
characters and the quaint fishing village setting of
Mossy
Bog, make this story truly a romantic southern tale.
It's a
story about knowing what you want out of life and not
letting the trials you face get in your way. I intend to
read more of Ms. Toussaint's Mossy Bog stories, you
should
too. If romantic suspense is your genre, you won't be
disappointed.
SUMMARY
Former Navy SEAL Rock Mackenzie wants his stolen gold
sovereigns back. Time is running out on the loan repayment
for his treasure hunt and unless he finds the coins, he
will
have to forfeit a family heirloom and all hope of finding
the sunken ship carrying the gold. Pink-haired florist Jeanie Munro learned responsibility
the
hard way after her ex-husband abandoned her and their two
children. Once a wild child with a heart full of
adventure,
Jeanie finds herself falling for yet another bad boy
dreamer—until thieves ransack her shop and home and Rock
reveals her ex is to blame for their troubles. Is he? Or did Rock bring danger to her doorstep? In return
for his protection, Jeanie agrees to help find the missing
coins. Will their thirst for adventure get them killed, or
will they discover the true meaning of treasure before
it’s
too late?
Excerpt“You know something, don’t you?”He was quiet so long the hair on the back of her neck
snapped to attention. “I might,” he said. “Tell me.” He set his mug in the sink. “I know Avery.” Jeanie blinked. Her blood iced. She tried a deep breath and
choked on it. “You’re friends?” “I met him in North Carolina. He told me about Mossy Bog.” “This is about my ex-husband?” She straightened. Light
glinted on the tin roof of the potting shed. The strength
of the beam warmed the frost in her bones. She wasn’t
sinking down to that dark place again. She wouldn’t let
Avery crush her a second time. “Does he owe you money?
'Cause if he does, I’m not paying it. The bank of Jeanie is
officially closed.” Rock’s silence spoke volumes. “Oh, God. He does owe you.
I’m sick and tired of this crap. Avery owes me so much it’s
ridiculous. And child support. Don’t even get me started on
child support. I refuse to pay another red cent of his
bills. If you loaned him money, kiss it goodbye.” Rock didn’t say anything. Cuss words roiled in her craw like crabs in the cook pot.
Jeanie glanced at the sling supporting Rock’s left arm. A
horrible possibility occurred to her, a possibility so
scary her vision whited out. She hung onto the kitchen
counter until shapes and colors came back into view. “Jeanie? You okay?” If she wasn’t, she wasn’t going to let him know it. She’d
learned to stand on her own two feet after Avery left.
“Tell me this isn’t about your accident.” “I can’t.” Her knees sagged. A needle of betrayal stabbed her heart.
Damn you, Avery. How many lives do you have to ruin? It
wasn’t enough that you threw away me and the kids? You had
to go and maim a perfect stranger? The room began to spin. It floated in and out of focus. Rock’s hand rested on her shoulder. “Sit,” he said. “Sit
down before you pass out.” “I’m fine.” “I’ve had paramedic training. I know the signs. Please
sit.” Not wanting to embarrass herself further by fainting, she
complied. After a few deep breaths, she braced for the bad
news. “I’m all right. Tell me the whole story.” He seemed to be holding onto the tall back of a chair.
“Avery worked at Bayside Marina where I docked my charter
boat. He asked a lot of questions about my charters.” “He liked being in the know.” The harsh planes of Rock’s beard-stubbled face tightened at
that. The pink scar on his left cheek darkened. This really
was about Avery. “What happened to you?” “My boat exploded.” “Your boating accident? Where you got hurt?” “I wasn’t the only one on the boat. The bomb killed my
partner. I was lucky enough to be thrown free.” Her jaw dropped. “You’re saying Avery murdered someone?”
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