Title: Buried Threads
Genre: Erotic Romantic Suspense
Author: Kaylin McFarren
Publisher: Creative Edge Publishing LLC
Rachel Lyons and her partner Chase Cohen accept a contract to recover a lost priceless treasure in the Sea of Japan. However, upon arriving in Tokyo, they soon discover their mission is more complicated and dangerous than they originally believed. In order to prevent a natural disaster from striking Japan and killing millions, they must form an alliance with yakuza members, dive into shark-infested waters and recover three ancient cursed swords…before time runs out.
Mindful of the cart’s proximity, Rachel stood abruptly and pulled down her carry-on. She emptied the seat next to her, zipped her bag shut and returned it to the overhead bin. Then she resumed her seat and stared straight ahead with her hands clinched in her lap. Buried anxieties were surfacing by the second, curbing her appetite. She shook her head, declining breakfast when it arrived on the hands of the blond stewardess.
“That looks delicious,” Shinzo said, lowering his tabletop. Rachel watched as a tray containing a cheese omelet, blueberry yogurt cup, croissant and strawberry jam was set down before him. The stewardess returned a second time with coffee, cream and sugar.
Wonderful. Rachel picked up the in-flight magazine and flipped blindly through its pages. She rocked her heel nervously, anxious for this tortuous ride to be over. Her cheeks warmed at the practically pornographic noise that came out of her seatmate, as he threw his head back and munched gratifyingly, his eyes closed in contentment. She noticed a spot of jam on the corner of his mouth and looked away determinedly.
“There’s nothing better than warm bread and eggs in the morning,” he said, recovering from his omelet orgasm.
Rachel glared at the annoying man, willing him be sucked out the window. But then she’d never know his whole story.
“You’re not a private investigator, are you, Mr. Shinzo?” she grilled.
He picked up his torn roll and smeared it with more jam. “I never said I was.”
“But you inferred as much.”
“That was never my intent. If you recall, I never told you what I actually recover.”
She shook her head and sarcastically laughed. “Oh my, God…you’re a treasure hunter, aren’t you? I’ve been sitting next to my competition this whole time.”
Shinzo chuckled. “Not quite.”
“So, what do you collect then?”
“I think you’d have a hard time believing me if I told you.”
“Try me,” she said then inwardly cringed on her insistence.
After another well-chewed mouthful, he looked directly at her and replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “Souls.”