When the shocking discovery of a murdered woman’s body disturbs the tranquility of tourist season, the police detective in charge of the puzzling case must work alongside the new filmmaker in town to pursue every lead in the new romantic thriller from New York Times bestselling author Laura Griffin. After a scandal derails her television reporting career, Macey Burns comes looking for a change of pace in Lost Beach, Texas. She’s ready to focus on her first passion—documentary filmmaking—and has a new job working for the island’s tourism board, shooting footage of the idyllic beachside community. Her plans for a relaxing rebound are dashed when she realizes the cottage she’s renting belonged to the woman whose body was just found in the sand dunes.   Detective Owen Breda is under intense pressure to solve this murder. Violent crimes are rising in his small town, and he can’t stand to see anyone else hurt…especially not the beautiful documentarian who keeps showing up at the precinct.   With the clock ticking, cameras rolling, and body count climbing, Macey and Owen must use all their resources to find the killer without getting caught in the crosshairs. "Griffin's characters leap off the page, and she throws myriad twists, turns, and red herrings into her taut plot as it rockets to a heart-pounding finale. The result is a high-stakes romantic thriller that's sure to please."— Publishers Weekly Praise for Laura Griffin and her novels "I love smart, sophisticated, fast-moving romantic thrillers and Laura Griffin writes them brilliantly."— New York Times bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz "Gritty, imaginative, sexy! You must read Laura Griffin."— New York Times bestselling author Cindy Gerard "Top-notch romantic suspense! Fast pace, tight plotting, terrific mystery, sharp dialogue, fabulous characters."— New York Times bestselling author Allison Brennan "A gripping, white-knuckle read. You won't be able to put it down." — New York Times bestselling author Brenda Novak "An emotional, exciting page-turner. Griffin deftly balances the mystery and the love story." — The Washington Post Laura Griffin is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty-five books and novellas. She is a two-time RITA Award winner as well as the recipient of the Daphne du Maurier Award. One   Macey Burns drove through the drumming rain, gripping the wheel until her knuckles were white.   "Are you here yet?" Josh asked.   "I'm running late," she told him over the phone. "I hit traffic leaving town and then it's been pouring the last two hours. I just crossed the bridge."   "It's-"   Noise drowned out his words.   "What?" she asked.   "It's a causeway. No one calls it a bridge here."   "I can barely hear you. Where are you?"   "At that bar I told you about, the one with the pool tables," he said. "You're going to love it."   Macey tore her gaze away from the highway to check the clock. It was almost eleven, and what should have been a four-hour drive had taken more than five.   "Sounds good, but not tonight. I haven't even found the house yet, and I still need to unpack the car."   "That's okay. I'm about to leave anyway. Where are you, exactly?"   "I think I may have missed the turn," she told him. "I just passed a sign that said White Dunes Park, five miles."   "No, it should be coming up on your right. You'll see it."   Josh had been on the island all week scouting locations and already knew his way around.   "You need help unpacking?" he asked.   "I'm good."   "So, hey, heads up. I just found out that Channel Six is down here."   "Channel Six from San Antonio?"   "Yeah, Rayna and her crew. They're reporting on that woman who went missing two weeks ago. She disappeared without a trace."   Macey had read an article about it online. It was the type of story that normally would have captivated her attention, but she'd managed to push it out of her mind.   "We're not here to do news," she reminded him.   "No kidding. I just thought you'd want to know. In case you see them in town."   Rayna had once been Macey's fiercest rival, but that was months ago, before Macey walked away from her job and her life and the endless slog of the twenty-four-hour news cycle.   Her tires hit a slick patch, and she clenched the wheel. She didn't want to think about her old job right now. She just wanted to get to her destination. Her shoulders were in knots from the drive, and she wanted a glass of wine and a steamy shower.   "So, are we still on for tomorrow?" she asked Josh. "Nine o'clock?"   "Assuming the weather clears. No use scouting locations in the rain."   "It's supposed to be beautiful," she said. "Let's start on the north end. We can meet at my beach house."   Beach house. She pictured the sun-drenched deck overlooking the surf. She'd been daydreaming about it since she first found the listing.   "Sure you don't need help with the equipment?" Josh asked.   "I can handle it."   "Okay, well, se