by Lynn Morris
Bain Winslow had contracted to build a racing yacht for Victoria Buchanan’s brothers, Beckett and Carsten Steen. The three of them decided to sail Bain’s schooner, Bequia Breeze, and the Steens’ new yacht, Diamond Lady, to St. Augustine to join the party at Sangria House.
By the time Locke’s Day Dream sailed into the blue warmth of the southern waters, the Duvalls, the Irons-Winslows, and the Buchanans had become a much merrier, much livelier, and even a much healthier party.
But Sangria House was not at all what they had come to expect.
For one thing, the house was locked. No one—not an owner, an estate agent, or even a servant—was there to greet them.
When they managed to get into the house, it had no supplies and no food, and no preparations had been made to receive the guests.
With good grace and humor they managed to get settled in, and though their first night at Sangria House was not particularly enjoyable, they did rest well and awakened with new optimism, even excitement, for their holiday.
But then they found the body in the wine cellar.
Perhaps Sangria House was not the haven they had thought, after all.
