Psychic Evangeline Broussard is certain nothing will ever induce her to work with law enforcement again –until a serial killer starts using her small bayou town as his own personal hunting ground. The powdered sugar on her beignet though is being forced to work with Special Agent pain-in-the-ass, Nick Garrison, whose cynicism toward her psychic ability is matched only by his hotter-than-a-Louisiana-summer sex appeal.
Nick's opinion of so-called psychics is carved in stone, as well as on his heart, which puts his best friend's little cousin squarely off limits, regardless of how much the sassy, Cajun, spitfire turns him on. But when her supposed sixth sense, and a leak in the local police department, put her in the crosshairs of the killer, she's the only one who can save them all.
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About the Author
Tricia Tyler was born and raised in Arizona and transplanted to New England. Her life has never been the same. She’s a dreamer, an admitted coffee addict who’s always on the hunt for her next fix, and an aspiring action adventurer.
She writes romantic suspense, sometimes with a paranormal twist, and is a multi-award-winning author who has won the Daphne award for single title romantic suspense and the Maggie.
When she’s not writing or trying to corral her large family, she can be found longing for warm sunny days and a touch of the west.
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"Aborder! This time the bastards cut her eyes out." Remy Boudreaux ran a hand through his dark brown hair, his face appearing to age even as the moments ticked by.
Nick Garrison had been in the backwoods bayou town of Barfleur less than twenty-four hours. He didn't know the detective. Didn't know the full details of the case he was unofficially here to assist with. And he sure as hell didn't understand the local Cajun curse words. But he knew that one and looking at the body of the young woman carefully laid out, hands clasped together over her chest as though in prayer, the detective had just spewed the exact word whipping through his own head.
"Fuck!" was right.
If not for the gaping bloody sockets where the woman's eyes had been, she might've been sleeping peacefully. Her red hair had been carefully arranged in a streaming halo around her head, and the crisp white dress with lace at the collar and cuffs looked far too pristine for the horror of what had happened here. She'd been dressed and posed postmortem. The sharp contrast of the untouched body compared to the carnage of her face sent dread coiling and striking at the pit of his stomach. This wasn't an ordinary kill. Lying among the grass, surrounded by a framework of small purple flowers growing haphazardly along the banks of the bayou, was the work of a psychopath. Nick's gut clenched; the killer hadn't started here, and he sure as hell wouldn't stop here.
Three women missing in the last three months, two found dead and mutilated. The first, her hands missing, and now this one with her eyes cut out. Nick didn't need his FBI experience to tell him the small town of Barfleur, Louisiana, was dealing with a serial killer.
The two words that struck fear into every law enforcement officer across the country.
Nick assumed the man kneeling beside the body was the coroner. The pinched expression behind his horn-rimmed glasses could mean one of two things: one, he was good at his job and in full concentration mode or two, a much better bet considering the size of the town, he hadn't ever come across anything like this before. But at least he used care and followed procedure while bagging the victim's hands. Maybe luck would be on their side and they would find DNA beneath her nails. Doubtful, but you never knew.
"You got anythin' for me yet?" Remy asked, impatience attached to each word.
The coroner looked up, giving him a squinty-eyed stare. "I see you haven't developed anymore patience since the last time we worked together. You're going to have to give me more than an hour. I wasn't here when the last victim was found. I'm playing catch up."
"Well, how long before you think you'll have somethin'?"
"This would go a hell of a lot faster if you'd step back and let me get on with my job."
Nick cocked a brow as tension mounted between the two men. Were they always like this, or was it a side effect of the nightmare that had struck their small community?
When his army buddy Luc Boudreaux called asking for a favor, the timing couldn't have been better. He'd been going bat-shit crazy. His patience with medical leave had been shot to hell after the first couple of weeks. Even if he hadn't owed his best friend for saving his ass in Afghanistan, he would've come. Luc couldn't get leave right now, and after everything they'd been through together over there, they'd always have each other's backs, and that included looking out for family.
He figured he'd be helping with an investigation, but this wasn't your average murder, and the little brother Luc mentioned wasn't so little. Remy stood taller than Nick by at least an inch, and that was saying something considering he was six-three himself.
"Be careful, but quick." Remy directed the officers scattered around the clearing. "I want this wrapped up before any more evidence is compromised."
As the investigator in charge, Remy seemed to know what he was about and was doing a good job of securing the scene.
"The bastard was smart leaving her out here," Nick said. "Exposed to the elements like this, you'll be lucky to find anything."
Contrary to the popular forensic shows dominating the airwaves, not all crimes could be wrapped up in twenty-four hours. As far as Nick was concerned, the public's fascination did nothing more than add pressure to a job already complicated enough by giving criminals knowledge they wouldn't have otherwise.
Decaying vegetation pooled with stagnant water, making the air heavy and hard to breathe. The girl had been missing for a couple weeks, but she hadn't been dead long. Given the exposure, the window of death would be wider.
"If this is the third missing woman, and the second one's been found dead, it begs the question, where the hell's the first one?" Nick directed the question at Remy, who luckily had been more appreciative than annoyed with his brother's interference.
Remy shook his head. "I don' know. If she was taken same as the other two, don' make sense the killer would be keepin' her alive. I hate to say it, but if I had to guess, I'd say wild animals or a gator got to her before she could be found." He frowned, kneeling next to the coroner.
Stepping closer, Nick cataloged every detail. Something dark caught his attention, a shadow barely peeking out from under the lace collar of her dress. "What's that on her neck? Strangulation marks?" Damn, being here as an observer sucked.
Remy reached out, edging the lace aside. His brows pulled into a frown. "There's a couple marks here that looks like they might have been caused by someone choking her. But look at this."
He pulled the lace further down, revealing a bruise about an inch-wide running around the front and disappearing behind her hair. It wasn't fingerprints, but there were other ways of being strangled.
"What? You doing my job for me now, Remy?" The coroner peered over his glasses at the man next to him.
"Naw. Don' get your panties in a bunch. I'm just making an observation. I have no problem leavin' the dead bodies to you." He gave a cocky grin. "I prefer my women with warm blood coursing through their veins, if you know what I mean."
To anyone outside law enforcement, Remy would have appeared insensitive, but in their line of work, they were sometimes forced to combat the darkness with off-color jokes to stay sane in the face of such brutality.
"Nick, this is Graham Davis, our local coroner, and that quiet shadow standing behind the Doc is Bill Hamilton. He's a doctor from over in Breaux Bridge that came down to sub for Graham while he took some personal time. Thought you were headin' back home now that the Doc's back at it. You decide to stick around after all?"
The pencil-slim man standing behind the coroner seemed to melt into the surroundings. Plain and nondescript, Nick would bet the young doctor had spent most of his life being overlooked.
Bill shrugged a spindly shoulder beneath the yellow and black checkboard shirt he wore. "Don't know. Promised Graham I'd stick around for a while just in case he needed some help with all this."
"Huh ..." Remy grunted. "Well, okay then. This is FBI Agent Nick Garrison. He's here to lend a hand. Unofficially, of course." Remy stood and wiped his hands against his pants. "How soon do you think you'll have time of death?"
"There's that patience again." He removed the gloves from his hands with a snap. "I can tell you this: she's been out here longer than a day for sure. Rigor's come and gone. There's no way I'll be able to get an exact time. But I'll do my best to narrow it down for you. Might have something for you by tonight, maybe tomorrow. But this is my first day back, and what with patients to see as well, Bill had his work cut out for him. There's a pretty big pile up." He stood up, squaring his shoulders.
"I don' know what work you've got waitin', but there's no way it's more important than catching the bastard who's doin' this."
"Fine. I'll let you know when I've got something. What about that first woman? You think there's a chance she's still alive?"
The grooves deepened on either side of Remy's mouth.
Nick had investigated his share of serial killers since joining the bureau, but none of them had been in his back yard, targeting the people closest to him.
"You want the truth? No, after seein' this, I doubt she's alive." Remy paused, taking the time to search out and shoot a hard stare at every man who'd arrived to collect and catalogue any evidence, before his expression turned fierce. "Nevertheless, we will continue to search for her as though she is. Understood?"
They nodded, their expressions mirroring Remy's determination.
Remy stared at the sky as though he were searching for answers before turning and meeting Nick's gaze. They might not like the turn the story had taken, but it would sure as hell help to have everyone on the same page.
"While I have everyone's attention, I'd like to introduce you to Special Agent Nick Garrison." Remy held a hand up when a rise of disgruntled murmuring and shuffling circled the clearing. "He's not here to take over but to lend a hand as a favor to Luc. The brass at the Bureau don' know anything about it."
Nick stepped forward, knowing even as he did that some if not all would resent him. It wouldn't be the first time, and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last. But two women were dead. They could suck it up. "After seeing what this Unsub is capable of, I'd want every resource available to stop this son of a bitch. That's why I'm here." Public relations had never been his strong suit, but he would make an attempt for Luc and Remy's sake.
"I want you to treat him like a member of the team. Show him the southern hospitality we're known for. Are we clear?" Remy's voice brooked no argument.
A round of "Yes sirs" begrudgingly followed.
Taking the statement as an invitation, Nick continued. "Nothing you've seen here today, or the details of the other woman found, should be released to the press. I've no doubt they'll catch wind of some of this. But the longer it takes and the fewer details they know, the better."
"You heard the man. Let's not give this killer any more room on the front page than he's already got. I'll be talkin'' to the chief about forming a task force. But until then, let's keep our efforts focused on finding Shana Cantrell. If we're lucky, she just might still be alive."
* * *
Nick pinned the last photo to the board. The room appropriated for the task force was small but would do. The wood floor held more nicks and scars than polish and was surrounded by dingy yellow walls, pock-marked with old nicotine. It didn't matter; the focus was the board taking up the far wall.
Gruesome photographs of the victims taken at the crime scene littered the wall, contrasting sharply with the pictures of the women pinned above them. A timeline and a map marked with the location of each disappearance as well as where they were found made up the rest of the board. Soon, God willing, there'd be a suspect or two as well.
Scanning the faces in the photos before him, a familiar tightness gripped his heart, like a giant fist held it within its grasp, intent on squeezing the life out of him. Would he ever be able to look at a victim without triggering the onslaught of unwanted memories? Doubtful.
Sixteen years since his sister had been taken by a scum-bag masquerading as a neighbor. Yet he still saw her face on every victim he encountered. Maybe that's why Lissa limited communication between them to Christmas cards and the occasional phone conversation. Because she knew and hated that he'd never gotten past seeing her as a victim. Or maybe she still held him responsible.
God knows I do. Nick shook off the familiar ache of guilt memories of his sister always brought. He refocused his energy on something he might be able to make some headway on.
Moving the case files back to the table, he took a seat and began reading through them again. Damn it, there had to be something. Studying victimology had taught him one of the easiest connections to make was through the victims' appearance. In this case, there was no connection other than the fact they were in their mid-twenties or younger. Their eye color, hair color, even their builds varied.
His gaze shifted from one set of papers to the next until his vision blurred. The door to the conference room opened, announcing its craving for oil, along with Remy's arrival. The strong smell of coffee stung his nose. The detective held two cups of coffee.
Pushing back his chair, he stood, taking the cup Remy held out to him. "Thanks." Anything was better than nothing, right? He took a swig and grimaced. Maybe not.
Remy laughed, tossing several packets of sugar on the table before reaching into his pocket and producing a couple creamers as well. "Hey, not everyone's man enough to handle Louisiana coffee."
"Sorry. Didn't realize one of the genetic traits of being born and bred in Louisiana was a lack of taste buds." He added cream and sugar to his cup before taking a tentative sip of the disgusting brew.
"Well now, that's a challenge if ever I've heard one. Before you leave, I'm gonna show you some of the finest Cajun cuisine you've ever had the pleasure of tasting."
"Sounds good." He appreciated Remy's easygoing nature but had a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that he was Luc's brother. The two couldn't be more opposite in nature.
Remy indicated the files spread across the table. "Spot anything linking the women?" His tone didn't hold out much hope.
Nick figured the other man had been through the files countless times and was probably close to memorizing them. "Nothing. Not economically, not socially. What are we missing?"
"We've looked, believe me. They didn't shop at the same grocery store, go to the same bank, nothin'." He rubbed at the back of his neck.
"What about the lead you mentioned earlier?"
A frown appeared between Remy's brows, and he paced to the other side of the table. "I've been given the go ahead to bring her in on this. I just have to reach out to her."
"You don't look too happy for someone who just got the answer you were looking for."
"To be honest, the situation sucks. I wish we had somethin', anythin' else to go on here. But we don't. Hopefully she can give us a lead." Remy looked at him, worry clouding his brown eyes.
"What makes you think she knows anything?"
"If she doesn't yet, she will." Remy paused. "Let's just hope she agrees to help us out."
"Well, what the hell are we waiting for then? Let's go find this informant of yours." Why was Remy so averse to questioning her? They were desperate for a lead.
"She's more than an informant." Remy's mouth twisted. "She's psychic and gifted in the ability to gather information from objects and places, among a few other things."
Nick's shoulders stiffened, and his neck muscles tightened. Surely, he hadn't heard correctly. No way. He might not know Remy all that well, but he'd come across as an intelligent cop. One who had the experience and the instincts to handle this investigation. "You're kidding, right?"
"You got a problem with this?"
Nick leaned over, placed his palms flat against the table, and met Remy's glare with one of his own. "I do."
"Mind telling me why?"
"You mean besides the fact that psychics are full of shit, either looking for a quick buck, a road to fame, or both?" He ground between clenched teeth. No way. No way would he work with a money-sucking, hope-sucking, fame- seeking psychic. It didn't matter if it was his case or not. He couldn't stand by and watch as this woman gave the families of these women false leads or, worse, false hope, all the while leading the local police in circles while she enjoyed her moment in the spotlight.
The muscle along Remy's mouth twitched, and a fierce look entered his eyes. Nick stood his ground. Not only was it a waste of time, it could actually compromise the case. Right now, the killer was probably fantasizing about choosing his next victim. Hell, for all they knew, he could already have a target. There was no guarantee the maniac wouldn't escalate at this point and break his pattern.
"Look." Remy ran a hand through his hair. "I realize we haven't worked together before and you don't know jack shit about me. But know this. I wouldn't do anythin' to jeopardize catching this son of a bitch."
Gut still churning; still thinking the detective crazier than a kid hyped up on cotton candy at the local fair, he jerked his head in a nod.
Damn. Not being the investigative lead on this case was going to be like having his balls held prisoner in a vise-grip. "Your case. Your call."
"Ahh ... look at it this way, my friend: if it blows up in our face, it will be me that takes the brunt of the explosion. No?" Remy's teeth gleamed white against his swarthy complexion.
"If the press catches the stink of this, there will be enough damage to go around."(Continues…)
Excerpted from "Dark Water"
Copyright © 2018 Tricia Tyler.
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Stubborn meets Sexy in this tale of murder in the bayou. The bayou and the Louisiana settings are practically characters in their own right, and this writer brings them alive with rich description. The two main characters grabbed my interest from the start, and the red-hot heat that positively explodes between them kept me turning the pages. I particularly enjoyed the writing style, I found it easy to read and partial as I am to colloquial-sounding dialogue and southern-set stories, Dark Water delivered much of both. I enjoyed Evie’s gifts, Nick’s struggles, and the tension that sparks between these two characters both in and out of the bedroom. Maw Maw alone is priceless, oh my, so real! Looking forward to reading more from Tricia Tyler. The pacing is deliciously quick, with a little slower stuff in there for balance, so if you’re looking for a fast pace and funky read, Dark Water is your next read.
I hadn’t read anything by this author before but she’s quickly jumped to one of those whose books I’ll always look out for. I thoroughly enjoyed this paranormal romantic suspense and found it to be a real page turner. The reader is placed into the action from the very start when the mutilated body of a young woman is being examined by the police. Nick Garrison is an FBI Special Agent who is on medical leave after being injured and he’s journeyed to help the local lead investigator, Detective Remy Boudreaux, at the request of Remy’s brother, Luc, who served with Nick in the armed forces. This is the third young woman to go missing and the second body to be discovered. As the search for the serial killer continues, Remy asks his cousin Evangeline Broussard, to help. She’s a psychic and Nick doesn’t believe in anyone having genuine psychic powers so, despite the mutual attraction between them, his scepticism and antagonism cause friction between them. Can they work together to discover the murderer? Can Nick overcome his prejudices and protect Evie from becoming another of the killer’s victims? The author brings the characters and settings to life in the pages of her book. Her evocative descriptions paint pictures in the imagination of the reader and made it easy to relate to the people and places in the story, helping the reader build connections and to feel involved in the search to discover the killer. The build up is dramatic, the plot well developed and I found it an engaging and enthralling read. I have no hesitation in highly recommending this to anyone who enjoys their romance spiced with some cajun flavours, psychic talents and a serial killer to be brought to justice. I really hope this proves to be the start of a series as I’d love to read more about Evie and her cousins in future. I requested and was given a copy of this book, via NetGalley. This is my honest review of the book after choosing to read it.
I love finding books that are ensconced in Louisiana folklore. This book checked all my boxes, small bayou town, psychic abilities, twisted killer, and a hot and angsty romance. FBI Agent Nick Garrison is on medical leave and jumps at the chance to go to a little backwoods bayou town in Louisiana to help out the detective bother of his army buddy. Seems they have a serial killer on their hands who likes to mutilate women. Evangeline Broussard is the cousin of Detective Remy Boudreaux and Nick's Army buddy Luc. She also happens to be a psychic who Remy goes to for help after they find the latest victim. This causes a conflict as Nick doesn't believe in psychics and Evie doesn't take crap from non-believers. The sexual attraction between these two was as hot and humid as the weather. But these two did have to learn to work together as her abilities end up linking her with the killer who in turn now knows who she is and puts her in grave danger. I am always excited to find a new author and after getting through this thrilling romance was happy to see that there will be more books in the series..
Special Agent Nick Garrison is in Barfleur, Louisiana to help catch a serial killer as a favor to an army buddy, Luc. Girls are missing and it may be the work of a serial killer. Evangeline Broussard is a psychic and PI. She doesn't want anything to do with this case but her cousin Remy, Luc's brother needs help as he is an Investigator with the police department and is working on the case. Evie knows the link between the girls is that they are all psychic. Nick has a real problem believing in psychics. It's a book that you will not want to put down until it is finished. I hope this is a series as there are several great characters in the book that I would like to know more about. I have a few questions that I didn't get answers to but it is not a cliffhanger. If murder, mystery, psychics and love is your thing, this is your book. It is well written. Great book. Surprise ending. I received this book from Net Galley and Entangled Publishing for a honest review and no compensation otherwise.
LOVED this book! This is a fast paced story that hooked me from the very first page and kept me hooked until the last page. Evie is a psychic in Louisiana whose cousin is a police detective that asks her for her psychic help. Nick is an FBI agent recovering from an injury when a friend asks him to assist them with their murder investigation. Nick doesn't believe in psychics and clearly conveys that, however, before long Evie has him questioning his beliefs as they work together to try to stop a madman. In addition to a compelling story and characters I cared about, the author was able to so clearly paint a picture with her words that I almost felt like I was there in the bayou visualizing what the characters were seeing and experiencing. I also appreciated the mysticism of the bayou and New Orleans that was such an integral part of the novel. This is the first book by this author that I've read and I'm looking forward to reading more of her work. If you are a fan of the genre, you will love this book. Put this one at the top of your TBR list.