What Lies Beneath
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4.7 • 7 Ratings
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- $4.99
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- $4.99
Publisher Description
In the hottest summer on record, Iron Lake reservoir is emptying, revealing secrets that were intended to stay hidden beneath the water. The tragic story of a missing man is a media sensation, and abruptly the writer and the cop falling in love is just a postscript to horrors neither could have imagined.
Best Selling Horror writer Chris Lassiter struggles for inspiration and he’s close to never writing again. His life has become an endless loop of nothing but empty pages, personal appearances, and a marketing machine that is systematically destroying his muse. In a desperate attempt to force Chris to complete unfinished manuscripts his agent buys a remote cabin. All Chris has to do is hide away and write, but he’s lost his muse, and not even he can make stories appear from thin air.
Sawyer Wiseman left town for Chicago, chasing the excitement and potential of being a big city cop, rising the ranks, and making his mark. A case gone horribly wrong draws him back to Lancaster Falls. Working for the tiny police department in the town he’d been running from, digging into cold cases and police corruption, he spends his day's healing, and his nights hoping the nightmares of his last case leave him alone.
Customer Reviews
A chance encounter for real love ? yes & NO - and YET
A member of the small Northern Pennsylvania Lancaster Falls Police Department, a handsome, thirty-year old, Lieutenant Sawyer Wiseman has been instructed to - check out - a new stranger in town, who has moved into the recently renovated Dwyer Mountain Cabin property, located above the town’s Iron Lake reservoir. No one knows the new owner’s name, or the Holding Company, or - who - purchased the place, except that the property is registered in New York State.
Lt. Sawyer, swings out of his police SUV, stepping out into the furnace heat of the mid-day summer-HOT temperature, his boots hitting the ground, approaching the mountain cabin’s porch - the cabin front planked door - slowly opens.
Emerging from the inside shadows -stopping at the threshold, leaning on the door’s jamb-frame, the silhouette of a tall lanky slim muscled torso, barefooted, in a white t-shirt and cut-off-khaki-shorts, his left hand fingers gripping the collar of a large jet-black dog, straining at the hold, his tail wagging so hard that the dog’s entire body-frame wiggles.
After Lt. Sawyer introduces himself…
the out-of-towner replies,
“I’m Christian Lassiter…
…just call me, Chris…
and …my Lab is Dakota… Kota, for short”.
Lt. Sawyer and Chris, each have their spinning web of intrigue, owning their own secrets, unwilling - hesitant -to drop their guarded past, yet, inspired… by their mutual flirtation and interest in each other. Will their relationship - be just a short friendship, while Chris finishes his third novel by his publisher’s October dead-line..?
A roulette game of mutual romantic fascination…?
OR…
Just a meaningless kissing game ?
A mind-less physical hook-up ?
A conclusion - and YET - that - may NOT be OVER…?