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Title Tamari Island
Author Joy Allyson
Genre Historical Romantic Suspense
Book Blurb
Emmie Prescott, the smart, pretty granddaughter of a United States senator, leaps at an offer to work on Tamari Island, a remote South Pacific island after a disastrous family exposé crushed her dream job aspirations. Her first day on the island sparks fly when she meets handsome Jack Manderly, a reporter who works on ambiguous stories for the same paper that sabotaged her career hopes. Once serious problems emerge in her new role at the designer silk plant, Emmie chooses to ignore the man whose very presence leaves her breathless.
Jack harbors a bitter sense of betrayal against Washington politicians who pressured his editor to exile him to Tamari after he linked stories of Emmie’s grandfather’s alleged activities while posted in D.C. His new assignment, tracking rumors in Southeast Asia years after the Vietnam ceasefire, is increasingly perilous. Embroiled in a dangerous mission where love and sacrifice can’t coexist, Jack strives to erase Emmie from his mind.
Despite their intentions and forced proximity, Emmie and Jack’s attraction deepen as alarming incidents occur around the island. Amidst the swirling chaos, Tamari Island deals her own hand. Will Emmie leverage her fashion connections and escape to Paris or go home and grow her political roots? And will she ever forget the man who makes her body and soul sing?
Excerpt
“You count cards, Miss Prescott?”
Emmie scooted back in her chair to see if she could catch Clare’s eye from her kitchen. Clare had succeeded in hosting the informal dinner party slash bridge game with both Raymond Sandler and Jack scarcely a week after seeing them at the Solstice celebration. It was sociable Clare’s hope to make it into a regular occurrence and she’d had Emmie over early prepping her apartment above her hair salon for the gathering that night.
“Are you accusing me of cheating, sir?” she quizzed Jack as she passed her card tricks back to the center after the first hand.
Leaning in, he took a sip of his rum and Coke collected the cards, then reshuffled the deck. “No, but Clare put me onto you when she said she wouldn’t be part of a bridge club if you and I were on the same team.”
“Do you cheat, Mr. Manderly?”
“Only when it suits me, Miss Prescott,” he said affecting a serious face.
“Hmm.” Recalling snippets about Jack Manderly, she wondered again how he had been talked into lame card games with her and Clare.
“Is that what brought you to Tamari?” Jack’s voice pulled Emmie’s attention back to the present.
“What?” she asked.
“The math skills you bring. Seems like quite a faraway place to come. I’m sure you could find a similar situation in the U.S.”
“Oh, I had interviews and possibilities.” She snorted. “I was offered a teller spot at the largest bank in Columbia with the prospect of becoming ‘head teller’ one day.” She mimicked air quotes. “A far cry from my male classmates who were interviewing for loan officer positions just weeks after I tutored them so they could pass their accounting and finance finals.”
“Your cut, Sandler,” he said as Raymond and Clare joined them from the kitchen. “Why not join the Peace Corps if you wanted to travel and score political points, too?”
She grimaced. “You know as well as I do they would never accept my application. For sure, any country they sent me to would be positive I worked for the CIA. If they had taken me. Believe it or not, there are some things harder to acquire in life when you are a U.S. senator’s granddaughter.”
“You are aware, are you not, that our government does send people to foreign hot spots posing as humanitarians?” Jack pointed out.
“Why is it you reporters always paint politicians in a negative light?” Emmie asked, surprised at the distaste in her voice.
“Comes with the territory,” Raymond said.
“Well, in the end,” she said, “thanks to my grandfather and Mr. Ito’s brother I came to Tamari. My parents crawled into a shell after Bo—well…I thought enrolling in law school would fill a vacuum. Big mistake, I realized after the first semester. Granddad worried about me. He got my Uncle Roy—he’s ambassador to Costa Rica—to place me on a task force there in San Jose. I was tapped to do auditing for a goodwill commission. And you know the rest.”
“Your mom took your place,” said Jack.
How did he know? Had Clare told him?
“Tsk tsk,” Clare muttered. “I’d love to have been a fly on the wall when that switch went down.”
“No, there wasn’t much dustup,” she said with resignation. “Grief-stricken mother trumps heartbroken sister every time. Soon after, I got the offer to come here.” Emmie tried not to show how she still felt about her mother’s duplicity.
“From where I’m sitting, I think you wound up with the better end of the deal.”
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Author Biography
As the daughter of a United States military officer, Joy Allyson grew up with a deep appreciation of history and a love of travel. A former teacher-turned-writer, she has an unquenchable thirst for historical romances in her reading choices. Her favorite characters–are rebel heroines and salvageable scoundrels. Joy believes the best romances are the ones you want to read over and over again.
She and her husband call the beautiful hills of Tennessee home, and her two daughters and six grandchildren are nearby.
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