Excerpt (+ Giveaway): Night Diver by Elizabeth Lowell

Posted November 5, 2014 by Holly in Giveaways, Promotions | 18 Comments

Publisher: Avon, Harper CollinsGenres: Romantic Suspense

It’s been years since I read Elizabeth Lowell. I read her Ann Maxwell before I read romance, and some of her early romantic suspense novels are on my keeper shelf. I haven’t seen a new release from her in years. I was pretty excited when I came across Night Diver , which released in paperback earlier this year. I haven’t read it yet, but after this excerpt I’m pretty excited for it. I don’t read a lot of romantic suspense, but I have faith in Lowell.Night Diver by Elizabeth Lowell

After a family tragedy, Kate Donnelly left the Caribbean behind forever. But a series of bad management decisions has left her family’s diving and treasure-hunting business drowning in red ink. Now her brother pleads with her to come back to the island of St. Vincent and offer her financial expertise.

Holden Cameron was addicted to the adrenaline rush of active duty—including narrowly surviving an underwater explosives accident. The last thing the former British military diver wants is to babysit a family of thieves on a tropical island—even if they are the world-famous Diving Donnellys.

When equipment, treasure, and even divers begin to disappear, Kate and Holden form an uneasy alliance to uncover the truth. But the deeper they plummet into the mystery, the closer they come to one another. Soon they are sharing their deepest fears and darkest secrets—and a combustible chemistry too hot to ignore.

Read an excerpt of Night Diver:

The moment Kate Donnelly heard her brother’s too-cheerful greeting on the phone, she wished she had let the call go to voice mail. She loved Larry, yet right now she had nothing but bad news for him.
And fear.
“I hope you’re calling to tell me that everything is fine,” she said.
“If you were down here, everything would be fine.”
“No,” she said, more curtly than she had meant. “I just finished a job with a very nervous gallery owner.”
“Then what you need is a little vacation on white sand beaches, bluesky, warm sea, and—”
“No.” Cold chills rippled from Kate’s nape to her fingertips. The ravishing tropical paradise of St. Vincent was the heart of her nightmares.
“C’mon, Kate,” he said impatiently. “Get over it. It happened almost
fifteen years ago.”
“You weren’t there. I was. No.”
“You won’t have to get near the water. Cross my heart.”
And hope to die.
She forced herself to take a slow deep breath, then another, as she listened to her brother’s pleas. Finally the urgency beneath his coaxing penetrated the deeper, older nightmare of the death of her parents. She began listening instead of staring out the window of her condominium at the haze of humidity and car exhaust. Larry’s voice was both hoarse and sharp over the crackling satellite connection. “We’re at the point where you can’t do things from there anymore. We need you here.”
“Anymore? I’ve barely started. I only got those files two days ago and I’ve hardly begun to put them in order after I work on my own business all day. And calling them files is charitable. Rotting cartons of receipts and shopping lists are not files.”
“I know. I’m sorry. It took more time than I thought to get stuff together. You know that I never was good with papers and numbers.”
“You’re in charge of the salvage business,” she said. “You have to keep books or hire someone to do it for you.”
“Look, I’ve kept it afloat since you ran out. Grandpa hates records, much less balance sheets. Everything I know I learned from you before you bailed. I’m a diver, not a businessman.”
Kate closed eyes that were an echo of St. Vincent’s clear turquoise water. “I’ve known about your lack of interest in bookkeeping since I was ten and started keeping the ledgers for Moon Rose Limited.” Their family salvage business had never been wealthy, but it had kept them in food and living quarters.
“No doubt about it. You got all the number smarts in the family. That’s why we need you. Please, sis? If you don’t help us, we’re going under, and you know that will kill Grandpa.”
She felt the door to the trap closing softly, relentlessly, like sinking into warm salt water. She couldn’t live with herself if the family business went bankrupt because she was too frightened to revisit the scene of her nightmare.
I’m barely living with myself now. Running hasn’t ended the nightmare.Maybe facing it will.
Certainly there’s nothing in North Carolina to hold me right now. Not even a houseplant. And I’ve been promising myself a vacation.

She shuddered lightly. St. Vincent wouldn’t be a vacation. It would mean facing things she had been running from her entire adult life. Part of her, the part that was no longer a teenager, knew she had to get over the past. The rest of her wailed in remembered terror.
Do flies trapped in amber scream?
Sunset flowed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of her Charlotte condo, making the room hotter than it should have been, but it was cold in the shadows of her mind.
“You’ve at least had a chance to read the contract, haven’t you?” Larry asked.
“Enough to know that you shouldn’t have signed it,” she said, sensing she had lost the fight but not wanting to give up.
“Beggars can’t be choosers. It was sign up with the Brits to salvage that maybe-Spanish wreck or sell the boat. That would have—”
“Destroyed Grandpa, I know,” she finished tiredly. “Larry, I advise small businesses, not pass miracles. You should have called me before you signed that contract.”
“We tried, but you were in the Yukon working with those native carvers. You got them going in a business, so we should be a piece of cake after that. Kate, please, you’re our last hope.”
She closed her eyes and fought against what she was afraid was going to happen anyway. “Hope? I don’t know how you’re putting diesel in the tank right now. Was your advance on expenses approved?”
“Not yet. The Brits are sending C. Holden, some kind of fancy accountant, out to evaluate whether the dive is worth the advance. We’re heading into the stormy season.”
Icy fingers tapped down her spine. “I know about the storms in St. Vincent,” she said tightly.
“So we’re really under the gun. You’ll find a way to convince this Holden dude that we’re okay. You talk numbers better than anyone.”
“Larry . . .”
“I’m serious,” he said quickly. “You’re brilliant. You’re the only one who has a chance of getting this guy to agree to a stay of execution.”
Kate sighed and knew the trap was shut. “When does he arrive?”
“Tomorrow. I’ve timed your flight so that when you get here, you’ll be able to bring him to the little house we rented at the beginning of the dive. I’ll meet you there and take him to the Golden Bough. You don’t even have to go on the water if you’re still scared.”
Scared, she thought. What an easy word for cold-sweatterrified.
“All right,” she said in a rush, before she lost her courage. “I’ll do it. But I’m not sleeping on the boat.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You can stay at the rented house. There’s no room aboard anyway, what with the extra divers we hired. I’ll even have someone leave a meal or two in the fridge so that . . .”
No longer really listening, she let out a cautious breath, relieved that she wasn’t expected to stay aboard anything that floated. Or sank, in the case of the family business. Nothing she had seen in the few hours she had sorted through the invoices gave her any confidence that she could keep the company alive. Wages and air supplies, food and fuel, maintenance and debt service, and a thousand other expenses drained the accounts. The Donnellys had poured three generations of work into a seventy-foot hole in the water called the Golden Bough.
And it had been her home until that terrible night.
Don’t think about it, she told herself fiercely. I already promised to go. Larry sounds like the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders.
“ . . . and you’ll keep the Brits off our back,” her brother all but sang. “Nobody can baffle with numbers like you can.”
She started to protest, but her brother was still talking fast, relief in every syllable. She listened with half her attention while he made silly comments about her skill with numbers. It was good to hear something other than fear and defeat in his voice.
Idly she wondered what the rental was like. Grandpa Donnelly didn’t waste money on anything having to do with land.
“I’m not diving,” Kate said when Larry paused for breath.
“You don’t have to even come aboard unless you want to. Hell, sis, if you get in the water, then things will really have gone in the toilet.”
“Things are already there. If you knew numbers, you’d understand that.”
“Yeah, whatever, I promise you won’t have to dive.”
“Fine. I’ll stay as long as I can, but no more than two weeks. Three at the outside.”
“You’re the most incredible sister ever,” Larry said. “I’ve booked space on a flight that leaves tomorrow morning at nine. I’ll park the old pickup in the airport lot, with directions to the house. It has a dock so it’s easy to come and go from the ship.”
Kate looked at the phone. The fact that her brother had bothered to see to the details of her trip told her more than words how worried he had been.
“See you soon, sis. I love you.”
He hung up before she could say anything.
Or change her mind.

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About the author:elizabeth lowell best

Elizabeth Lowell’s exciting novels of romantic suspense include the New York Times bestsellers Dangerous Refuge, Beautiful Sacrifice, Death Echo, The Wrong Hostage, Amber Beach, Jade Island, Pearl Cove, and Midnight in Ruby Bayou.

She has also written New York Times bestselling historical series set in the American West and medieval Britain. She has more than 80 titles published to date, with more than 24 million copies of her books in print.

She lives in the Sierra Nevada Mountains with her husband, with whom she writes novels under a pseudonym. Her favorite activity is exploring the western United States to find the landscapes that speak to her soul and inspire her writing. – See more at: http://elizabethlowell.com 

Night Diver is available from Avon Books. You can buy it here or here in e-format. 


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18 responses to “Excerpt (+ Giveaway): Night Diver by Elizabeth Lowell

  1. lsureader

    Good excerpt. I’ve read and enjoyed some of Elizabeth’s romantic suspense books. Thanks for the post and giveaway.

  2. This going to sound horrible, but are we sure this is a new release? I’ve been burned a couple of times, buying Elizabeth Lowell books that I believe to be new, only to find out they are repackage–sometimes revised–new editions of older titles.

  3. The setting sounds beautiful and I love how you understand the mystery and intrigue from the very first phone call. Although romantic suspense isn’t my favorite genre, this sounds like an interesting premise!

  4. Andrea

    Thanks for the giveaway. I have a few of her books as audiobooks. I haven’t listened in ages tho. I esp enjoyed her historical Rom

  5. Kareni

    Thanks for the excerpt. I did enjoy it.
    I’m another who came to read Elizabeth Lowell via her Ann Maxwell name; I read her science fiction as well as her romances. I even read the Fiddler romances she co-wrote as A.E. Maxwell. One of my favorite books of hers is Tell Me No Lies.

  6. Melinda Bouwman

    I got pulled in right away! I’ve read Elizabeth Lowell books, but not for a few years, and this sounds like a good one for getting back into her writing. Thanks for the chance to win!

  7. Donna Bayar Repsher

    I’ve not yet read an Elizabeth Lowell novel that I’ve not absolutely loved. I’ve a strong feeling that Night Diver will be no exception.

  8. Donna Bayar Repsher

    Thrilled to wake up this morning and discover that I’m one of the winners. I’ve forwarded my preference (print copy) and mailing address as instructed.

    Thanks so much. I’ve been an Elizabeth Lowell fan for over a quarter-century!

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