Storm Warning. Linda Hall

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      Nori was stunned to see a hole in the center of her loft window.

      She felt a chill run down her spine, and headed down to her kitchen to call Steve.

      “Steve, someone threw something through my window. The window’s broken.”

      “I’ll be right there.”

      She sat at her kitchen table and tried to think of a reasonable explanation for all of this. She could not stop shivering despite the warmth of this sunny morning. Because she was remembering other things she should have taken note of doors left unlocked when she knew she had locked them, windows closed when she knew she had left them open. What was going on?

      In a few minutes, Steve was there. She went outside, down her porch steps and across the flagstone path and ended up in his arms. Steve was here. She was safe now.

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      LINDA HALL

      When people ask award-winning author Linda Hall when it was that she got the “bug” for writing, she answers that she was probably born with a pencil in her hand. Linda has always loved reading and would read far into the night, way past when she was supposed to turn her lights out. She still enjoys reading and probably reads a novel a week.

      She also loved to write, and drove her childhood friends crazy wanting to spend summer afternoons making up group stories. She’s carried that love into adulthood with twelve novels.

      Linda has been married for thirty-five years to a wonderful and supportive husband who reads everything she writes and who is always her first editor. The Halls have two children and three grandchildren.

      Growing up in New Jersey, her love of the ocean was nurtured during many trips to the shore. When she’s not writing, she and her husband enjoy sailing the St. John River system and the coast of Maine in their twenty-eight-foot sailboat, Gypsy Rover II.

      Linda loves to hear from her readers and can be contacted at [email protected]. She invites her readers to her Web site which includes her blog and pictures of her sailboat: http://writerhall.com.

      Storm Warning

      Linda Hall

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Lord, You have been our dwelling place throughout all generations.

      —Psalms 90:1

      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      CHAPTER FIFTEEN

      CHAPTER SIXTEEN

      CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

      CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

      CHAPTER NINETEEN

      CHAPTER TWENTY

      EPILOGUE

      QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION

      ONE

      The storm took her by surprise. Somehow, lost in a long and elaborate daydream on this sunny, glorious day, Nori Edwards hadn’t seen the sky blackening behind her. She was paddling across the silky water of Whisper Lake, oblivious. It should have been a clue when a sudden gust of wind whipped her hair across her cheek. It wasn’t. She merely sighed, stopped, braced the paddle on the top of her kayak, and wound her hair more securely back into its ponytail, and kept crossing the bay from Twin Peaks Island.

      The distant rumbling of thunder concerned her only slightly. In the two weeks she’d lived here, she’d experienced only one brief five-minute thundershower. The thunder was nothing to worry about, she thought. She’d be home and dry in the lodge at Trail’s End before any serious rain fell. If it even fell at all. She was strong and her arms easily fell into the rhythm of her strokes.

      She had taken a little time off from the backbreaking work of unpacking, cleaning, clearing brush, sweeping out cabins and unpacking in her lodge, for a relaxing paddle out on the lake. She’d gotten in the habit of doing this, heading out on the lake for an hour or two each afternoon.

      When she’d bought this property, known as Trail’s End, she’d been assured by the real estate agent that people from Whisper Lake Crossing would be lining up to work for her on the cleanup and repairs.

      What he hadn’t told her was that every worker, every contractor, every builder, tradesman and handyman from Bangor to Portland was working on the northern Maine highway infrastructure.

      Maybe she was going to have to take her search further afield and put an ad in the Shawnigan Sentinel. The town of Shawnigan was nine miles farther down the lake and much bigger than Whisper Lake Crossing.

      On the first day she’d walked through the place, she had fallen under its spell. She’d stood on the wide wooden porch and taken in the deep, green smell of the pines, the gently lapping lake. The sun shimmered on it and turned it almost golden. But it was when the agent took her up to the loft that there was no turning back. Log lined, with wide, high, sunlit walls, a massive brick fireplace and cathedral ceilings, it offered a stunning view of Whisper Lake. It would be the perfect orientation for her art studio.

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