The BookQW word is DREAM. The excerpt below, from One Night in Havana, is a short conversation with the hero, Carlos Montoya, and a friend, Alberto, who found him a part time job with the Cuban Port Authority. They are monitoring a suspicious cruise ship from New York. The heroine, Veronica Keane, resides on this ship while attending a conference for marine biologists. One Night in Havana is half price, $1.50, at Smashwords in July.
Alberto had glared at him. "Crims are dealing from the cruise ships. Your boat has—"
"A perfect location?" The next day, with military
cameras and other equipment installed, Carlos started his surveillance job.
Same drugs, different participants and ways of operation. Stuck on his cabin
cruiser with no company was tough on the libido. Before leaving in the early
hours of the morning, he connected his recording device to a landline provided
by the port authority. At his house, he filed reports, uploaded photographs to
support his narrative, showered, and then changed into his usual garb.
Most days he taught students studying abroad in English at
the University of Havana. Cuban students interacted with American, South
American, and European exchange students. Socializing made them seek a better
life. New hopes and dreams threatened to divide their insular Cuban community. Now,
during winter break, he attended the Oceanography Conference.
Every session had been a snore until he'd learned Veronica
was pitted against him for the same grant. Stiff competition brightened the
experience. The daughter of the late Cephalopodiatrist, Ronald Keane, didn't
churn out an article a month for ten plus years without honing in on the power
of eight. Octopuses changed shape and color at will, squirted ink, vanished
through tiny cracks, and even tasted with their suckers. The predators reminded
him of himself, but everything about Veronica put her in the guileless
category.
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