Stonebrook Cottage. Carla Neggers

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       Praise for the novels of

       CARLA NEGGERS

      “Neggers’s characteristically brisk pacing and colorful characterizations sweep the reader toward a dramatic and ultimately satisfying denouement.”

      — Publishers Weekly on The Cabin

      “Tension-filled story line that grips the audience from start to finish.”

      — Midwest Book Review on The Waterfall

      “Carla Neggers is one of the most distinctive, talented writers of our genre.”

      —Debbie Macomber

      “Neggers delivers a colorful, well-spun story that shines with sincere emotion.”

      — Publishers Weekly on The Carriage House

      “A well-defined, well-told story combines with well-written characters to make this an exciting read. Readers will enjoy it from beginning to end.”

      — Romantic Times on The Waterfall

      “Gathers steam as its tantalizing mysteries explode into a thrilling climax.”

      — Publishers Weekly on Kiss the Moon

       Also by CARLA NEGGERS

      THE RAPIDS

      NIGHT’S LANDING

      COLD RIDGE

      THE HARBOR

      THE CABIN

      THE CARRIAGE HOUSE

      THE WATERFALL

      ON FIRE

      KISS THE MOON

      CLAIM THE CROWN

       Watch for CARLA NEGGERS’S

       next novel of romantic suspense

      DARK SKY

       Stonebrook Cottage

       Carla Neggers

       ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      Special thanks to Christine Wenger (again!), Fran Garfunkel and her lawyer friends, my lawyer friends and Zita Christian, for their expertise and willingness to dig for answers…and to all my friends in Connecticut—Zita, Leslie O’Grady, Liz Aleshire, Linda Harmon, Bea Sheftel, Mel and Dorothy and CTRWA gang, for reminding me that the beauty of your state isn’t just the lay of its land, but also its people.

      Closer to home, many thanks to Paul and Andrea for helping me keep in shape—okay, get in shape!

      Amy, Dianne, Tania, Jennifer, Meg—what a year it’s been! Thanks for everything!

      Sam and Kara’s story was great fun to do. I love hearing from readers. I hope you’ll visit me at www.carlaneggers.com or write to me at P.O. Box 826, Quechee, VT 05059.

      Take care,

       Carla Neggers

      This one’s for you, Joe

      Contents

       Prologue

       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

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Chapter Twenty-Two

       Chapter Twenty-Three

       Chapter Twenty-Four

       Chapter Twenty-Five

       Chapter Twenty-Six

       Prologue

       B ig Mike Parisi was the first-term governor of Connecticut and a dead man. He knew it even before he hit the water.

      He couldn’t swim, an embarrassment not a half-dozen people knew.

      His big, tough body belly-flopped into the water of his elegant pool and dropped hard and deep, hitting the blue-painted bottom that so beautifully reflected the summer sky. He managed to push up off the bottom and out of the water and yell for help.

      “I can’t swim!”

      No help would come. His voice barely rose above the gurgling fountain halfway down the classic, kidney-shaped pool. His own damn fault. He’d refused to let his state trooper bodyguards out back with him. If I get stung by a bee, I’ll yell bloody murder. You’ll hear me. What the hell else could happen?

      Someone could try to kill him.

      He’d rented a house for the summer in Bluefield, a picturesque town in northwest Connecticut. Stockwell country. People assumed he wanted to be close to his lieutenant governor, Allyson Lourdes Stockwell, so they could strategize. The truth was, he was worried about her. Allyson had problems. Big problems.

      Hadn’t occurred to Big Mike to worry about himself.

      “Help!”

      As he splashed and kicked, he saw the bluebird that he’d been trying to save. It was barely СКАЧАТЬ