They're going to find her guilty of murder - unless she can find the killer who walks through walls...
Marion has been discovered in a locked room, covered in blood, next to the lifeless body of her father - a man she hated. She knows she's in trouble. She knows what it looks like. And what's worse, no one believes her when she tells them she saw his killer.
Intent on protecting her young niece from a threat she knows still exists, Marion hires a woman to watch over her - the attractive and engaging Sena. But things get complicated when Sena awakens something in Marion that she has long suppressed.
Marion knows that the investigators are targeting her, and she's running out of time. Because they're going to find her guilty of murder - unless she can find the killer who walks through walls.
Thrilling, sexy, and romantic, Moon Over Cape Cod Bay is a slow-burn f/f romance and mystery. It is the fourth novel in the sapphic romantic-suspense series, Moon Over America. Every story is a stand-alone romance, and characters from previous books will appear in subsequent stories.
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Chapter One
He was as good as dead, the bastard. Finally.
He was lying on the floor, unconscious; his unseeing eyes staring up, up... toward the detailed, hand-painted mural of Roman gods and goddesses that adorned the ceiling of his study. The long, deep cut to his neck was spending the last of its blood. It was an efficient means of death.
He'd be furious, she thought, if he knew about the profuse amount of red gore that had traveled across the polished floor, so thick that the clawed feet of the antique desk now waded in it. The desk - made of expensive African Blackwood - was one of his treasured finds after a safari in Kenya. A trophy head from that trip - an elephant with impressive tusks - gazed down at him from above the fireplace mantel, not even trying to hide the irony in its expression.
How many times had she speculated about this moment? Wondering - how would she feel, once he was dead?
She tried to muster up some sympathy for the man - but she couldn't. Perhaps if she thought back to some memory of a time they'd spent together? Perhaps a sentimental moment from their past?
But she couldn't come up with even one. It seemed heartless, not to feel anything. Shouldn't she feel guilty, even for that?
After all, he was her father.
But - nope. Nothing was there.
Nevertheless, all of that - all of those thoughts - passed through her mind in a distorted flicker of time. Continuing with the urgent task at hand, she put her phone on speaker and set it on the desk. But as she turned, she saw something, and her breath caught in her throat.
Movement - through the sheer curtains of the French doors.
Someone was standing in the darkness outside, watching her through the paned windows.
She froze. It was a man, wearing a hooded jacket. But - the facial features were obscured through the sheers. His eyes were wide, locked on hers. He knew she had spotted him.
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