Quirky Tales from the Caribbean Books
From New York Times bestselling author Rebecca M. Hale, the story of a man, a fish, and the daily special. Jilted at the altar, Dr. Walcott Emerson Jones sets off on his honeymoon without his runaway bride. A week on a remote Caribbean island is just what the sun-averse dermatologist needs to mend his broken heart. Along the way, he braves a haunted cane field, tracks a grief-stricken fisherman up the side of a volcano, and befriends a chef at the local beachside diner. But the cook has broader ambitions than spending the rest of her life serving up fish sandwiches, and the spurned diamond ring hanging from the doctor’s neck is a prize too tempting to resist. Will the vacationer’s last meal on the island turn into his last meal– ever ?
One by one, guests disappear from a remote island inn… For years, Glenn and Oliver looked forward to their island retirement. They searched far and wide for the right property to renovate and turn into a bed and breakfast inn. The moment they saw Parrot Ridge, they knew they’d found the place. The innkeepers’ dream location comes with a spectacular Caribbean view, a discounted price—and a disturbing history. Unbeknownst to Glenn and Oliver, the previous owners died in a violent domestic dispute. As a result, the islanders believe an evil spirit haunts the steep ravine beneath the property and will curse anyone who tries to build there. The first few disappearances are explained away, perhaps because no one wants to see the missing guests return. But as the body count rises, the story takes a dark turn, and one of the innkeepers falls victim to the curse of Parrot Ridge.
A cruise ship in port. A body on the beach. An island full of secrets. Six days a week, not much happens on the sleepy Caribbean island of Port William. Isolated from the territory’s main tourist draw of St. Humphries, outsiders rarely venture to its shore. But now every Tuesday, a cruise ship pulls into the island’s new deepwater dock, releasing a crowd of day-trippers. The vacationers spread across the waterfront, sunning on rented recliners while drinking beer and rum punch. The operation runs smoothly until two lounge chair vendors discover a body. On most Caribbean islands, the identification of an expired beachgoer would be followed by an orderly alert and notification process. After all, such inadvertent deaths were not uncommon. It was an unfortunate event but not a reason to panic. Except that this was no ordinary tourist. And this wasn’t the first time the vendors had found a body on the beach…