For breathless action, gripping suspense, and intense romance, bestselling author Linda Howard never misses a beat-and her thrilling new novel will have your heart racing. In the charming rural town of Trail Stop, Idaho, accessible to the outside world by only a single road, young widow Cate Nightingale lives peacefully with her four-year-old twin boys, running a bed-and-breakfast. Though the overnight guests are few and far between-occasional hunters and lake fishermen-Cate always manages to make ends meet with the help of the local jack-of-all-trades, Calvin Harris, who can handle everything from carpentry to plumbing. But Calvin is not what he seems, and Cate's luck is about to run out. One morning, the B&B's only guest inexplicably vanishes, leaving behind his personal effects.
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1 . Another classy Linda Howard book!
Posted November 04, 2010 by my , farnham, england & new york, NYCover of Night was the first Linda Howard book I read, and it has lead me to more and more of her books. It is a great combination of thriller and romance; no risk of letting the romance force the action and suspense out of the way, but still keeping the love interest alive & well (which I like). Yet again, this is a book I have in several formats, and it has made me buy more of Linda Howard's books, all of which I'm happy with!
2 . LOVED IT LOVED IT LOVED IT
Posted June 16, 2010 by ESMERALDA , HARDEEVILLEAT FIRST IT WAS KIND OF DRAGGING BUT AFTER THE FIRST CHAPTER IT STARTED GETTING BETTER I COULD NOT STOP READING THE BOOK. YOU WONT BE DISAPPOINTED WITH THIS BOOK.
May 01, 2007
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THE GUEST WHO WAS STAYING IN ROOM 3 OF NIGHTINGALE'S Bed and Breakfast, which Cate Nightingale privately thought of as the He-Man room because it was almost unrelievedly masculine, stopped in the doorway of the dining room, then almost immediately stepped back out of sight. Most of the patrons who were enjoying Cate's morning offerings didn't even notice the man's brief appearance; those who did probably didn't think anything about his abrupt departure. People here in Trail Stop, Idaho, tended to mind their own business, and if one of her guests wasn't in the mood for company while he ate, that was fine with them.
Cate herself noticed him only because she was bringing in a platter of sliced ham from the kitchen at the same time, and the kitchen door was directly opposite the open hall doorway. She made a mental note to go upstairs the first chance she got and see if he ' his name was Layton, Jeffrey Layton ' wanted her to bring up a breakfast tray. Some guests didn't like eating with strangers, plain and simple. Taking a tray up wasn't anything unusual.
Nightingale's B and B had been open for almost three years. The Bed part of the business was often slow, but Breakfast was booming. Opening her dining room to the public for breakfast had been a happy accident. Instead of having one large dining table where everyone would sit together ' assuming all five of her guest rooms were occupied at the same time, which had never happened ' she had placed five small tables, each seating four, in the dining room so that her guests could eat in relative privacy if they wanted. Folks in the little community had quickly realized that Nightingale's offered some fine eating, and before she knew it, people were asking if it was okay if they stopped by for coffee in the mornings, and maybe for one of her blueberry muffins as well.
As a newcomer she wanted to fit in, so because she had the extra seats, she said yes, even though mentally she had groaned at the thought of the added expense. Then, when they tried to pay her, she had no idea what to charge, because the cost of breakfast was included in the room rental; so she'd been forced to handprint a menu with prices and post it on the porch by the side door, which most of the locals used instead of walking around to the front of the big old house. Within a month she'd squeezed a sixth table into the dining room, bringing her total seating capacity to twenty-four. Sometimes even that wasn't enough, especially if she had guests in residence. It wasn't unusual to see men leaning against a wall while they drank their coffee and munched on muffins, if all the seats were taken.
Today, however, was Scone Day. Once a week she baked scones instead of muffins. At first the community folk, mostly from ranch and lumberjack stock, had looked askance at the "fancy biscuits," but the scones had quickly become a favorite. She had tried different flavors, but the vanilla was a runaway favorite because it went well with whatever jam the customer preferred.