A CORPSE FOR COZUMEL
“If you like your reading vacations to include hot sexy men along with some thrilling suspense this is a book you should check out. Hold on to your hat and keep looking over your shoulder. You won’t guess who the killer is until it’s too late.” —nightowlromance
“Adie is all set for a much needed vacation in Cozumel, but two murders and a best friend, Marg, who is a prime suspect, take relaxation out of the picture. In A Corpse for Cozumel, an Adie Sturm Mystery by Anastasia Amor, intrigue, mystery and murder follow Adie to the beautiful Mexican resort area where she has to find the killer or become a victim herself. With several attempts on her own life, Adie goes into hiding with a handsome former love interest she has trouble resisting. To get information about shady money deals that may have led to the two murders, she plays with fire with another wealthy, sexy man who wants more from Adie than she is ready to give. In the meantime, Adie shares clues and receives updates from a reporter and a police detective back in her home town near Toronto … only to discover that Marg may have more to do with the crimes than anyone suspected. Will the pieces fit together in time to save her own life or will the killer succeed in eliminating the threat that Adie poses?
Detailed local color and flavor combine with intense mystery and intrigue as well as steamy romance in A Corpse for Cozumel, an Adie Sturm Mystery by Anastasia Amor. Excellent descriptions, well-developed characters, and great action keep you right in the story, turning page after page to see what happens next. Sexual tension is high as Adie yearns to experience love but actual intimacy is limited. Adie Sturm is a wonderful character to help you enjoy another world from the comfort of your own home or beach chair. Gripping story, hot characters, realistic dialogue and fantastic action!” — Melinda Hills /Readers’ Favorite
“Our heroine, Adie Sturm, accidentally finds herself in the middle of a double murder mystery. After her best friend, Marg Beige, becomes the prime suspect, Adie is determined to prove her friend’s innocence at any cost. The clues and Marg lead Adie to Cozumel, Mexico where she just happens to be headed for a “working” vacation.
While in Cozumel, Adie runs into Wolf Du Lac, a romantic blast from the past. Wolf has a knack for arriving in the knick of time to save Adie. Not to mention a knack for turning up the heat. Wolf volunteers to help Adie and Marg solve this mystery, but is he really just trying to get in Adie’s bed?
Of course, no foreign adventure could be complete without a sexy, potentially villainous, exotic heartthrob. Santiago “Diego” Alvarez is the reason Marg came to Cozumel and may be behind the attacks on Adie and Marg. When they first meet, Diego has no idea that Adie is connected to Marg. All he knows is that he’s instantly smitten with her. Can Adie use this attraction to determine if he is behind all of Marg’s troubles?
If you like a good whodunit that keeps you guessing, grab a glass of wine and put on your detective’s hat, because Anastasia Amor’s A Corpse for Cozumel is the book for you. “—Yolanda Twolipsreviews
4 Stars! “… I had no idea who the murderer was until the end of the story and in my opinion that is a good suspense. Ms. Amor surprised me with her expanse of detail of the locations and the plot, creating a vivid world for all who read her work. —Contessica Enchantingreviews
Smart, sexy tour guide Adie Sturm packs a hard kick. With her best friend ‘suspect numero uno’ Adie takes on hired killers as she tracks a double murder to Cozumel. SEDUCTION… GREED… MURDER…in steamy-Cozumel. The dots connect straight to billionaire Diego Alvarez. When Adie becomes the killer’s target she enlists Wolf Du Lac, a man like chocolate—creamy-rich and sinfully delicious. His expertise on the computer and in the bedroom is one thing, but she follows her own instincts when it comes to devastatingly handsome Diego. What she’s not prepared for is the intricate web of seduction he spins for her. Adie Sturm is brutally tested as she uncovers the truth. The Caymans, Mayan ruins and devious deals. Delicious men want a piece of this chocoholic. Adie Sturm, a martial artist with moxy fights for her life. Will she find love or will the killer find her first?
#1 book in the five book series.
Rancid sweat and stale cigarette smoke. Darkness. I wasn’t alone.
A few minutes ago, a rosy-hued sky reflected on shimmering Caribbean waters. Now the hotel drapes were shut. I stared into the blackness. A flash of steel. Wrapping my wet towel around my hand, I whipped it at my target and heard the satisfying clatter of a knife, followed by a guttural curse. I screamed, kicked him and ran, but he didn’t want to let me off easy. He came at me from behind, his arm tightening around my throat. I was losing consciousness, but at the last minute I thrust my hand out behind me over my shoulder, making contact with something wet and slippery. Jerking back in pain, he withdrew but was pumped and wouldn’t be stopped. He was enormous and wanted me dead.
This was not my idea of a fun vacation. Instead of a romantic evening out, I was fighting a losing battle for my life.
A couple days back…I was home resting on the couch, eyes closed, day-dreaming. A white powdery beach, a frothy strawberry daiquiri and a cool guy beside me—buff and tanned with incredibly sexy eyes. Magichands soothe my skin, massaging in slippery suntan oil, sending pleasurable tingles down my body until I’m aching for more.
Escape. That’s what I needed. My Christmas reality was too much for anyone to handle, what with my overbearing brother, his tactless wife, not to mention snotty little Tasha. When the phone rang, I let it. I felt comfortably relaxed, my cat curled on my lap. I had another sip of red wine, a soft-in-the mouth shiraz, and ignored the noise. Let the answering machine deal with it.
My fantasy man slowly brushes my hair aside, his fingers lightly stroking my neck before he kisses my throat, capturing my skin with his lips. His tongue trails to my shoulder and flicks over to the rise of my breast—silken and hot, feathering downwards to the flimsy fabric of my bikini. I thread my fingers through thick clean hair, smelling of soap and balmy ocean breeze. My hands glide over his broad shoulders to his muscular arms. He’s firm and powerful, yet he’s all natural, untamed and wild. The intense passion in his eyes fills me with longing. He wants me as much as I want him.