Providence Island Book 5
Mystery Romance
Date Published: 02 November 2021
Publisher: RedBird Books
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A man denies his emotions to save the lives of other. A woman closes her
heart to hide the pain. A child yearns for someone to trust.
 Former hitman Ben Hampshire gave up everything to keep his honorary mother
Dana Canfield safe. Settled into a peaceful life on Providence Island,
heâs found the woman of his dreams but can’t make himself say “I
love you”.
 Stacy Andrews shunned long-term relationships until she met a man with a
brain as sexy as his body. She’s head over stiletto heels in love with him,
but those words aren’t in her vocabulary either. The secret sheâs
hiding might make Ben change his mind about their life together. If
thatâs not enough, her troubled eight-year old nephew coming to live
with them could be the tipping point.
 Ben finds himself in the spotlight after two murders occur. The first to
find both bodies, heâs holding back evidence that points toward
Danaâs husband as the perpetrator. If he can’t stop the killer, Ben’s
future may turn into a happy never after.
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EXCERPT
Car keys jingling in his hand, Ben stopped in the doorway to the dining room. His landlady, Maisie Porter, sat at the table, waiting for him to drive her to her friend Yolandaâs house. The early evening sunlight cast the elderly woman in a golden glow. With her white hair and cornflower-blue eyes, she looked like a modern-day Mrs. Claus.
Chauffeur duties werenât the usual arrangement for a tenant, but the two of them had moved into a more personal relationship during the year heâd lived at Porterâs bed-and-breakfast. The privacy of the third-floor suite and the incredible meals Maisie cooked were two of the reasons heâd remained in residence.
Maisie had opened both her home and her heart to him. She was the grandmother heâd never had and his strongest supporter when suspicion fell on him for the murders that had occurred on Providence Island last year.
He was guilty of shooting those four individuals, but in his defense, each one of them deserved it. Law enforcement would disagree, but Benâs oath to protect Dana Canfield and her family took higher priority.
He tapped on the doorframe. âReady for your girlsâ night, Maisie?â
The Fab FiveâMaisie and four other women from her churchâplanned an overnight baking and crafting party. Based on the two bottles of wine protruding from the tote bag next to her chair, the meeting appeared to be leaning more toward the party side.
Maisie gestured toward the chair next to her. âWe need to talk.â
Her smile lacked its usual warmth, and the sparkle in her blue eyes was missing. A quiver ran through his stomach.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you sick?â
Maisie lowered her brows. âBen Hampshire, do I look like Iâm sick?â
That flash of spirit spurred Ben to sit down. âNo, maâam.â
âIâve put off having this talk with you, and itâs long past due.â She pushed a rectangular piece of paper in front of him.
His confusion cleared when he realized it was his payment for next monthâs rent. No reason for Maisie to be nervous about asking for an increase. âIâm fine with whatever you charge. Give me the amount, and Iâll write a new check.â
She placed her palm over his hand. âBen, itâs time for you to move out.â
For one of the few times in his life, Ben was speechless. When she pulled her hand away, she took a piece of his security with her.
Maisieâs gaze traveled to a point somewhere over his shoulder, and she sighed. âIâd planned on shutting this place down last year. Then you came.â Her gaze shifted back to him. âWith all the murders occurring, I felt safer with you living here.â
He edged the check back in front of her. âIf itâs moneyââ
She shook her head. âWhen Clyde and I moved into this house, we added a back porch with a swing. We wanted a place where our children could play. After theyâd grown and gone their ways, weâd sit there and watch the sun rise in the morning and set in the evening. But we never had children, and Clyde passed away a few days before our thirtieth anniversary. Iâve lived alone all these years since, except for guests who came and went. I never thought youâd stay as long as you have, but Iâm happy you did.â
His throat swelled with the unexpected U-turn in the conversation. He didnât do emotions, and Maisie was bringing out feelings heâd locked away ages ago. He managed a small nod.Â
She tore the check in quarters. âIâm not going to let you waste your life like Iâve done with mine.â
His mind reeled as he recalled Maisie had never denied being sick. If that was the reason for this change, he’d make sure she had the best doctors and care available. âYou have a great life. Friends, church, your gardenâ”
âAnd I have you, a blessing I never expected.â Her thumb toyed with a scrap of the torn check. âBefore you came here, each one of my days was the same as the next, and the weeks rolled by faster every year. As much as I love this old house and my garden, I need excitement and purpose in my life. The girls and I talked, and we decided to shake things up.â
Half of him wanted to laugh at the idea of the Fab Five going rogue; the other half cringed at the thought. âChange up how?â
âTravel. Road trips. Cruises. Maybe start a business on Main Street.â A hint of pink bloomed in her cheeks, and the sparkle reignited in her eyes.
Ben mulled over those options. They sounded good on the surface, but plenty of room existed for trouble.
Before he could inject a dose of logic, Maisie raced ahead with her explanation. âIâve decided to list the house for sale with Elliott Realty. Yolanda has a ranch house on Cypress. Sandra Lynn and I are going to move in with her. Tinaâs selling her house and moving in with Deloris. After we get the traveling bug out of our system, weâll decide what to do next.â
âSelling the house is a drastic move. Why not wait to see if these living arrangements work out?â
âWe discussed it from one end to the other, then went with our gut. This isnât some snap decision.â She fixed a stern look on him. âBefore you suggest buying this house, Iâm telling you itâs a flat no. You need to take the next step with the young woman youâve been seeing.â
Benâs head spun from the deft switch in topics. It was one thing for Maisie to redesign her life. He could manage his own just fine. âWeâre notââ
âNo excuses. You spend more nights away than you do here.â An affectionate smile touched the corners of her lips. âIâve seen how your face lights up when she calls or messages you. That smile you get doesnât lie. Youâre in love with Stacy Andrews.â
A line of sweat broke out across his brow. âIâm notââ
âYouâre in love whether you want to admit it or not. I have no doubt sheâs in love with you. You both need to move ahead while you have the chance. Life takes things away when we least expect it.â
Something he knew too well. The last time heâd said âI love youâ was to his fiancĂ©e before she died in his arms. Maisie had had thirty years with Clyde. Heâd promised Betsy twice that many.
âA woman has her pride to consider.â Maisie winked. âI canât go on forever being your culinary side-piece.â
Ben jerked, knocking his keys from the table to the floor. âJeez, Maisie!â
âWould you carry my bag to the car? Donât forget Iâm getting a ride with one of the girls tomorrow morning.â She patted his shoulder as she passed. âIâll bring brownies home for you.â
Ben stood in stunned silence as Maisie headed toward the front door. In a matter of minutes, heâd lost his home, been ordered to move in with Stacy, and watched his kindly landlady morph into a wanna-be Golden Girl.
While ninety-five percent of him agreed with her plan, the other five percent sulked over having his comfortable life disrupted. He eyed the vacant doorway and chuckled.
Culinary side-piece. Good one, Maisie.
He grabbed his keys and her tote. As he walked to the car, he practiced what to say to Stacy.
And what to do if she told him no.
About the Author
Dianna Wilkes is an award winning contemporary romance author.
Reading has always been an important part of her life. “I learned to
read when I was four years old. Writing my own stories seemed a natural
progression.”
Dianna holds a B.A.in Visual Communication and a M.Ed.in Instructional
Technology. She worked as an Education Consultant for a medical technology
company before leaving the corporate world. Despite all that nerdy stuff,
she loves creating stories of romance and mystery with touches of
humor.
When she isnât writing, Dianna is deep in researching various
branches and twigs on her family tree or fulfilling entries on her travel
bucket list.
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