Temple of the Jaguar is now available
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About the book:
Covering a Mayan Cultural Tour for Let’s Travel Magazine is Bernadette Mallow’s dream job. A former archaeologist, she’s been stuck in an office transcribing dry academic field notes for her former professor since her son was born ten years ago. Finally, now she’s getting a chance to get back in the game.
But on arrival in Cancun, Bernadette finds her new partner, photographer Rocky Falconi, not quite what she expected.
…in her mind’s eye, he’d looked like Harrison Ford, with that Indiana Jones smile that quirked the corner of his mouth. Reality was not so kind. Dark and swarthy, a day’s worth of stubble covered his jaw, and the arms crossed over his chest writhed with a collection of tattoos. The small gold earring glinting through the tangle of wavy black hair that fell past his shoulders made him look more like Antonio Banderas than Harrison Ford – and more Desperado than Zorro, at that.
If she wants more work with the magazine, she’ll have to come through on this assignment – and that means getting along with her crusty new partner.
But when her annoying second sight acts up, Bernadette knows something is terribly wrong. A gift from her Irish granny, the sight never seems to give her any fresh insight— it just seems to get her into trouble.
Like when bodies start turning up in the lagoon, and Bernadette, in the wrong place at the wrong time, draws unwanted attention from the local police.
“The victim was a tourist, just like us,” Rocky murmured. “Two days after his tour ends, he’s found dead in the lagoon. Crocodile dinner. Nobody seems to have any idea who did it, so that means the perp is probably still out there.”
But can they learn to work together before someone else gets hurt—or dies?