Worth a Thousand Words
Published: September, 2016
Angelique Durand had it all, beauty, a flourishing career as a super-model, and a fabulous existence living the high life in Europe. All that came to a crashing halt when she was arrested for a crime she didn’t commit and had a tragic accident that left her face disfigured. She’s come to Lobster Cove to hide and rebuild her life. Nothing in her future is certain except for one thing – she will never, ever stand in front of a camera again. Tim Baldwin, a Pulitzer Prize winning photojournalist, was kidnapped by ISIS and held hostage. Rescued just before his scheduled execution, Tim returned to his family’s summer home. Suffering from PTSD, he has also lost his ability to take pictures. Things change when an intriguing woman moves into the beach house next door and she is the only subject Tim can photograph. Can these two battered souls come together to find everlasting love?
Excerpt
Angelique sat on her beach chair inhaling the June breeze that always carried the taste of salt. Of course that salt wasn’t doing her hair and complexion any favors.
Her feet felt a lot better than they had when she’d hobbled of the Sea Crest Inn. Still, a good soak in the ocean and some of the foot balm she had for after a long day walking the runway should do the trick.
“Hey!”
Oh, look. Her very handsome neighbor, Tim, with his very large dog.
They stood at the bottom of their stairs watching her with matching grins. Well, not quite matching. The dog’s tongue stuck out of hes mouth Tim kept his in his mouth.
“Hey,” she called back. She stood, only wincing a little bit. “Out for a walk?”
He held up the leash. “Yep. Want to come along?”
She hid a grimace that threatened to spread all over her face. “Uh, no thank you. I’m happy to stay here for now. It’s a pretty and restful view.”
“That it is.” He looked out to the distance. “So, Miss Angie No Last Name, what did you do today?” He smiled at her. “Or maybe you can just name.”
Angelique’s breath hitched. She’d give him the name she’d put on those tax forms had to fill out. “Doucette. Angie Doucette.”
He raised his brows. “Doosit? Angie Doosit? That’s not a name you hear around these parts. But then, your accent is a big clue that you’re from somewhere warmer.”
“That’s true.” She looked out over the water.
