Charity Styles has been aimlessly wandering the Pacific aboard her beloved sloop, Wind Dancer, and only recently returned to the turquoise waters of the Caribbean. Entering a secluded cove in the Sea of Abaco, of the Bahamas, she runs into an old acquaintance and the woman’s young daughter.
When a group of strangers purchase land on Tortola and Norman Island to set up a commune, the locals simply write them off as an odd sort—until one of their bloated bodies washes up on the shore of a nearby resort island.
Since sailing away from Cane Garden Bay, Jesse McDermitt changed; he slid off the deep end and lost his moral compass. With help from friends, he's back on the right path. Assisting agents from Fish and Wildlife might be just the mission he needs.
Paradise has a price. For Jesse McDermitt, it's his moral compass and a bullet. He takes on a young woman passenger in Nassau who introduces him to the cruising crowd on an idyllic small cay in the Berry Islands. The serenety ends with murder.
Political downsizing means an uncertain future for Charity Styles. The only part of her previous life that she truly enjoyed was sailing her classic sloop. Now she sails to find her true calling. When she loses the man she loves, can she go on?
In the backcountry of the Florida Keys, you can see and hear trouble coming for miles. If you're alert. Jesse McDermitt lives in the backcountry and little happens there that he’s not aware of. Until a woman from his past dies right in front of him.
Miles from the quiet of the Keys, close to the raucous nightlife of South Beach, lies Coconut Grove, a tropical oasis with a distinct Bohemian flair. A seedy underside has emerged along the Grove’s waterfront, preying on adventurous young women.
Charity Styles is a world class sharpshooter, martial arts expert, and government assassin. After a stressful assignment, she wants a little time to unwind on the quiet side of St. Thomas, the picturesque Magens Bay. Then bad people arrive...
A young treasure diving couple is sadistically murdered in the back country of the Florida Keys—and Jesse McDermitt’s friend is the prime suspect. Another woman's body turns up, Jesse realizes he's looking for a serial killer.
After licking her physical and emotional wounds for several months, Charity Styles finally has a shot at redemption when her handler offers her a mission. It's dangerous, sure, but Charity also knows that it's meant as a test of her self-control.
Is an American novelist and a Veteran of the United States Marine Corps. Between those careers, he’s worked as a deckhand, commercial fisherman, Diver Master, taxi driver, construction manager, and truck driver, among many other things. He lives on one of the Sea Islands of South Carolina Lowcountry, near Parris Island, with his wife and their youngest daughter. They also have three grown children, five grandchildren, three dogs and a whole flock of parakeets. He grew up in Melbourne, Florida and has also lived in the Florida Keys, the Bahamas, and Cozumel, Mexico.
So, I haven't been on here much. NINC work, getting the new boat ready, and planning her maiden voyage to bring her home from Charleston, has eaten into my time. But the important things haven't been overlooked. Rising Spirit, which will be released on Thanksgiving Day is now about 25% written. I'll finish it before the NINC conference in September, then it will undergo ten weeks of editing, formatting, and recording, while I start writing the next one.
Y'all aren't going to believe this. Jesse is wearing a jacket. ...
This was the first book I ever read by Dawn McKenna. At the time, it was the only one. She had yet to write the wildly popular Forgotten Coast Series. It's not a romance and I'd argue that it's not really a love story, as she says. It's a great story of two people, their family and friends, living in the South, and facing life head on. I wish I could write this kind of story. See You. ...
See You is not a romance novel, it is a realistic, simple and joyful story about two people who find each other for the first time, after knowing each other their whole lives. It is a story filled with the beautifully-textured details of everyday life, the rich atmosphere of the South, and the ki...
The late summer air was crisp and cool as a light breeze out of the northeast rustled the leaves. Muted shades of orange, yellow, red, and green covered the hills of the Shenandoah Valley. The breeze seemed to swirl the colors around, some becoming more or less intense as the wind moved the many differently colored leaves. It was the time of year when the sun began to relinquish control of the sky, yielding more and more time to the moon as the days got shorter following the autumnal equinox. The sparsely planted trees along the town’s busy two-lane streets tried to mimic those on the forested hillside. Their leaves were the same color but they couldn’t quite match the grandeur of the mountains surrounding the valley, what with all the buildings, cars, and people around. The town had been laid out long before traffic jams, malls, fast-food, and rush-hours, and the buildings had been erected with a lower populace in mind. They were built in such close proximity that the streets would never be more than two lanes with narrow sidewalks and minimal parking. Unless the mostly historic buildings were torn down, and that wasn’t going to happen. So, the busy town endured the narrow streets. The colonial-style building on the corner of Augusta and Johnson Streets in Staunton, Virginia had been built in 1901, when there were still hitching posts instead of parking lots. The new circuit courthouse had replaced the previous one on the same property. In fact, there’d been a courthouse of some kind or other on that corner since 1755. The current two-story, red brick building had a wide portico in front, supported by four pale-yellow brick columns. Above and behind the courthouse entrance was a domed cupola, topped with a statue of Lady Justice, blind-folded and lifting her scale high to proclaim equal justice for all. At her side, she also gripped the hilt of her long broadsword, a powerful representation of authority. Kamren Steele stood on the corner across the street from the historic building, waiting for the light to change. “Imposing,” he commented to the woman standing at his side. “Arrogant, if you ask me,” Sandra Sneed replied. “Built by slaves.” He smiled at her. “It’s not quite that old.” “Built at the turn of the last century,” she argued, staring venomously at the building across the street. “By freed black men who had been born into slavery and lived under Jim Crow laws for half their lives.” A young African-American couple hurried past the courthouse, crossed Augusta Street, and entered the Union Bank building on the opposite corner. “The times, they are a changin’,” Kamren said, stepping off the curb after the crossing light signaled it was safe to walk. “Come on, let’s get this done.” She stepped out beside him, shaking her head but smiling. “Only you would quote Dylan in a town like this.” Kamren Steele was the leader of Earth Now, an environmental group made up of likeminded people who abhorred overdevelopment, and the unadulterated stripping of the land. He was tall and ruggedly handsome, with black hair graying at the temples. His face was clean-shaven, and at 55, lines had begun to appear at the corners of his eyes. Equally comfortable wearing a business suit in a board room, or boots and jeans on a hiking trail, he’d opted for the former for this preliminary hearing. Sandra Sneed was an attractive woman from the North Carolina coast. She was not as tall as his 5-9, but she was close, with blond hair, a slim figure, and long shapely legs. She’d been a permanent fixture at Kamren’s side for twenty years and was equally at home in the conference room or deep in the forest, though she much preferred the latter. The two had met in 1999 at the dedication of James River State Park, east of the small town of Amherst, Virginia. At the time, she’d been divorced for nearly a decade; a single mother of two girls, aged ten and fifteen. Kamren had never married, had no children, and never planned to have either. The two had quickly discovered their shared passions for endurance hiking and protecting the environment, spending days together in the wilds of the Appalachian Mountains, her kids packed off to her parents or off to boarding school. With her kids grown and now living in Florida, the couple had more time to pursue their common interests. Earth Now was a growing organization and Kamren found himself more at the forefront these days, wearing the suit. The couple had started Earth Now ten years earlier, along with a few friends, and the ranks quickly swelled to over 5000 members, mostly in Virginia, Maryland, and North Carolina. They worked tirelessly to raise awareness and funds for endangered species and the vital importance of wetlands and woodlands. They picked up the slogan, Think Global, Act Local, and carried it into small towns and villages all around the tri-state area. The judge who would be hearing the preliminary motions they’d come to file, would listen to both sides of a dispute over water pollution in the upper creeks and streams that flowed into rivers, and eventually reached Chesapeake Bay. It was common sense legislation and both sides of the aisle were behind it. The matter was quite simple, as far as Kamren and Sandra were concerned. All that was needed to stem half the pollutants flowing into the bay was for livestock to be kept out of the upstream creeks and rivers. During hot summer months, roaming livestock sought out the cool water and often worked their way along the banks, eating the abundant grasses that grew down to the shoreline. The animals defecated in the water and their waste had been proven to be one of the largest contributors of pollution in Chesapeake Bay. All that was needed to reduce this pollution was for fences to be installed to keep the cattle out of the water. Some farmers adopted the new policy as a matter of course, but others couldn’t be bothered. Those farmers were the reason Kamren and Sandra came to Staunton. Within five years of implementing the new policy, Earth Now’s scientists predicted there would be a noticeable change in the amount of dissolved pollutants in Chesapeake Bay, and they projected that within twenty to thirty years, fish populations would return to pre-industrial numbers. Kamren held the door for Sandra and together they entered the courthouse, armed with words and scientific data. ...
If you've read and enjoyed the new Charity book, please take a moment and give a review. A few haven't liked Charity's change, and negative people tend to be more vocal. This is turning some possible new readers away.
Personally, I loved the story, as well as the new Charity. But with a zero body count, the die hard action fans are disappointed.
However, I know what's coming next and they don't. Just like Jesse's going adrift in Rising Force, many readers bailed. Is anyone exactly the same person they were 20 years earlier? Charity is changing, too. And just like Jesse's new course since Force, Charity is learning and evolving.
Charity Styles has been wandering the Pacific aimlessly aboard her beloved sloop, Wind Dancer, and only recently returned to the turquoise waters of the Caribbean. Entering a secluded cove in the Sea of Abaco, in the Bahamas, she runs into an old acquaintance and the woman’s young daughter...