Heron's Cove (Sharpe & Donovan Series #2)

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Overview

WHEN YOUR SAFETY DEPENDS ON LIVING A LIE…

After escaping certain death, FBI deep-cover agent Colin Donovan is back home on the Maine coast with his new love, FBI art crimes expert Emma Sharpe. Then a man from Emma's past, Russian billionaire Dmitri Rusakov, arrives in Heron's Cove, insisting he's there only to reclaim what's his—a prized Russian Art Nouveau collection stolen from him four years ago. But Rusakov's connection to the arms traffickers who just tried to kill Colin ...

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Overview

WHEN YOUR SAFETY DEPENDS ON LIVING A LIE…

After escaping certain death, FBI deep-cover agent Colin Donovan is back home on the Maine coast with his new love, FBI art crimes expert Emma Sharpe. Then a man from Emma's past, Russian billionaire Dmitri Rusakov, arrives in Heron's Cove, insisting he's there only to reclaim what's his—a prized Russian Art Nouveau collection stolen from him four years ago. But Rusakov's connection to the arms traffickers who just tried to kill Colin put him on alert—and Colin realizes his nightmare isn't over. It has just begun.

AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE IS A TARGET…

Emma guards her past closely, and Colin is determined to unlock her secrets. As they investigate the mysterious collection and its wealthy owner, they must count on their expertise—and each other—to outwit an enemy who wants to destroy them and everyone they love most.

WHO CAN YOU AFFORD TO TRUST?

www.CarlaNeggers.com

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
FBI agent Colin Donovan and art crimes expert Emma Sharpe are exploring their romantic relationship when a crisis comes to put them both at risk. Tatiana Pavolva, a Russian jewelry designer, comes to Heron's Cove to warn Emma about a prominent collection of Russian Art Nouveau jewelry that has fallen into the wrong hands. The collection, originally discovered by Russian billionaire Dmitri Rusakov, had disappeared long ago and has now resurfaced in the possession of Natalie Warren, the daughter of Rusakov's ex-wife. She is intent on selling it back to Rusakov for a large profit. Sharpe and Donovan start investigating and it becomes clear that Rusakov and the collection are in some way tied to arms dealers who are hunting down Donovan to settle old scores. Natalie is in league with the arms dealers, and everyone, from Donovan to Rusakov, is in danger. Neggers's newest is a scattered and confusing thriller, overstuffed with characters and in a meandering plot. Perhaps readers who met Donovan and Sharpe in previous work will connect with the characters better, but readers new to the story may not return for more from Neggers.(Aug.)
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"Heron's Cove gives romantic suspense fans what they want...complex mystery with a bit of romance. Negger's skillfully created a compelling puzzle, refusing to reveal all the pieces until the very end." -Top Pick, RT Book Reviews

"Once in a while, a writer who's been at it seemingly forever reaches a new pinnacle. Such is the case with Carla Neggers in her latest superb adventure of romantic suspense!" -Providence Journal

"Carla Neggers has emerged as the queen of the romantic suspense novel...Heron's Cove is a novel that is written with a gripping and suspenseful style that will surely have the most astute armchair sleuths and amateur detectives scratching their heads and guessing right up until the very end. Neggers does a first-rate job of creating scenes with images that are so vivid, one can almost breathe in the briny salt air along Maine's craggy coast. -Nashua Sunday Telegraph

"Only a writer as gifted as Carla Neggers could use so few words to convey so much action and emotional depth." -New York Times bestselling author Sandra Brown

"With a great plot and excellent character development, Neggers' thriller, the first in a new series, is a fast-paced, action-packed tale of romantic suspense that will appeal to fans of Lisa Jackson and Lisa Gardner." -Library Journal on Saint's Gate

"Neggers' emotionally charged story is masterful--an intense mystery and complex romance all in one. It's simply wonderful!"
-Top Pick, RT Book Reviews on That Night on Thistle Lane

"[Neggers] forces her characters to confront issues of humanity, integrity and the multifaceted aspects of love without slowing the ever-quickening pace."
-Publishers Weekly on Betrayals

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780778313755
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 7/31/2012
  • Series: Sharpe & Donovan Series , #2
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 534,586
  • Product dimensions: 6.56 (w) x 9.32 (h) x 1.16 (d)

Meet the Author

Carla Neggers
Carla Neggers is the New York Times bestselling author of more than 60 novels, novellas and short stories. Her work has been translated into 24 languages and sold in more than 30 countries. She is a popular speaker around the country as well as a founding member of the New England Chapter of RWA, past president of Novelists, Inc., and past vice president of International Thriller Writers. She and her husband live in a house on a hilltop not far from picturesque Quechee Gorge.
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With three Donovan brothers and an Irish priest watching her, Emma Sharpe choked back her sample of the smoky single-malt Scotch—her sixth and last tasting of the night. "Intense," she said, managing not to slam the tulip-shaped nosing glass on the table and grab the pitcher of water. Give it a few seconds. She was an FBI agent, after all. Tough as nails. She smiled at the four men. "People pay to drink this one, huh?"

"Dearly," Finian Bracken, the Irish priest, said. "You're not one for a heavily peated whiskey, I see."

Emma tried to distinguish the other flavors of the sample—spices, fruits, whatever—but only tasted the peat. "I don't know if I'm one for a lightly peated whiskey, either."

A cold wind penetrated Hurley's thin walls and sprayed the old windows with salt water and rain. The restaurant, a fixture on the Rock Point harbor, was basically a shack that jutted out over the water. Now only a few lights penetrated the dark night and fog. Finian had organized the impromptu tasting, setting up on a back table away from what few diners were there on a windy, rainy late-October Friday. He and Michael, Andy and Kevin Donovan were already gathered over a half-dozen bottles of highend whiskey when Emma had arrived in southern Maine an hour ago, up from Boston and her job with a small, specialized FBI unit.

Only Colin, the second-born Donovan, wasn't in Rock Point. Mike was a Maine guide, Andy a lobster-man and Kevin a state marine patrol officer, but, like Emma, Colin was an FBI agent.

Not like me, she thought.

She specialized in art crimes. Colin was a deep-cover agent. He'd left his hometown a month ago, pretending to return to FBI headquarters in Washington. The true nature of his work was known to only a few even within the FBI, but his brothers had guessed that he didn't sit at a desk. Initially he'd kept in touch at least intermittently with his family and friends—and Emma—but for the past three weeks, no one had heard from him.

The silence was far too long, not just for his family and friends but for the FBI. And for Emma.

She felt the draft at her feet. She had come prepared for the conditions, dressed in jeans, black merino wool sweater, raincoat, wool socks and Frye boots. The Donovans were in a mix of flannel, canvas and denim, no sign they even noticed the cold and the damp. Finian had opted against his usual black suit and Roman collar and instead wore a dark gray Irish-knit sweater and black corduroy trousers. He was a sharp-featured, handsome Irishman in his late thirties who had arrived in the small Maine fishing village in June. He had run into Colin, home for a few days in the midst of a difficult, dangerous mission, and they quickly became unexpected friends.

Emma hadn't met Colin until September. She suspected his friendship with the Irish priest was less of a mystery to her than to his brothers. Finian Bracken was a fish out of water in Rock Point. He had no history with the town and little familiarity with the FBI. He also had a ready Irish wit, and he knew whiskey. He was objective, intelligent, tolerant—a safe friend for a federal agent with secrets.

Andy Donovan held his small glass to the light and examined the Scotch's deep caramel color, then swirled it and brought it to his nose. He raised his eyes—the same shade of gray as Colin's—to Finian. "Do you want me to tell you what I smell?"

"If you like," Finian said. "Just sniff. Don't inhale deeply. It's not a yoga class."

"As if you'd ever find one of us in a yoga class," Andy said, then shrugged. "It smells like peat."

Finian observed him with interest. "What else? Do you smell spices, fruit—chocolate, maybe?"

"Nope. It smells like an expensive Scotch to me."

"Have a taste, then," the priest said with a sigh, his Irish Kerry accent more pronounced than usual.

"No problem." Andy tossed back the Scotch and made a face. "I'm with Emma. Too smoky for me."

It was the final whiskey of the evening. The Donovan brothers hadn't left so much as a drop in any of the specially designed glasses, one for each whiskey.

The glasses all had little hats, like Scottish tams, that concentrated the aromas of each sample. Finian had brought them from the rectory; Hurley's didn't have whiskey nosing glasses. Before turning to the priesthood six years ago, Finian and his twin brother, Declan, had founded and operated Bracken Distillers on the southwest Irish coast. Bracken 15 year old, an award-winning single malt and rare peated Irish whiskey, was one of the night's offerings—or "expressions," as Finian called his lineup of bottles.

Emma noticed Mike, the eldest Donovan, eyeing her from across the round table. He was down from the remote Bold Coast where he worked as an independent wilderness guide. "Special Agent Sharpe's a wine drinker. Aren't you, Emma?"

She couldn't detect any hint of criticism or sarcasm in his tone, but he still was looking at her as if she had done something wrong. "I like wine." She kept any de-fensiveness out of her voice. "How about you, Mike? Do you pack a nice Central Coast red in your canoe when you take tourists on moose-sighting excursions?"

Kevin and Andy both grinned. Mike ignored them and settled back in his chair. "I took a couple out on the river in August. They had a wicker picnic hamper stocked with real wineglasses, cloth napkins, silver cutlery, French cheese, a baguette, apples and pears and two bottles of fancy wine."

"Must have weighed down the canoe," Kevin, the marine patrol officer, said.

"Oh, yeah. They insisted on having a picnic on the riverbank but they didn't count on Maine mosquitoes. They lasted three minutes before we had to throw everything back in the canoe. We paddled straight back to their car."

"Don't tell me," Andy said, amused. "The next stop on their Maine tour was Heron's Cove."

"Couldn't wait to get there. I'm sure they enjoyed the quaint shops and fancy restaurants."

"Everyone does," Emma said.

"I don't care." Mike raised his as-yet untouched glass of the heavily peated Scotch; his eyes were lighter than those of his three younger brothers but no less intense. "Sldinte."

Finian winked at Emma but said nothing. She reached for the Inish Turk Beg, a clear, triple-distilled whiskey from an independent distillery on a small island off the west coast of Ireland. She splashed a little into a fresh glass, set down the distinctive tilted bottle, then held up her glass to Mike. "Sldinte."

He swallowed the Scotch and she sipped the Inish Turk Beg, one of Finian's favorites. He had explained that it was gentle on the palate, clean and fresh on the nose, with fruity aromas, flavors of apple and orange zest and a dry finish. Emma wasn't discriminating enough to go much beyond whether she could get a taste down with or without choking.

"Colin would have enjoyed tonight," said his eldest brother, still watching her.

Emma nodded. "He'll have that chance soon. Lots of whiskey left."

"Are you and your FBI friends any closer to finding him?"

"You're assuming he's missing—"

"That's right. I am."

Her head spun and she wished she had skipped the extra taste of the Inish Turk Beg. "I can't discuss your brother's work with you."

Andy and Kevin were as serious now as Mike was. Even Kevin, a law enforcement officer himself, didn't have any information on his older brother's work as one of the FBI's most valuable ghosts. Emma had only a few details on his latest mission herself. It wasn't as if Colin couldn't handle himself in a dangerous situation. He was bold, aggressive and tough.

He was also sexy, she thought.

Incredibly sexy, in fact.

She kept that assessment to herself. "I'm sorry. I don't know why Colin hasn't been in touch."

"He's not a desk jockey in Washington." Mike got up abruptly, grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. "You don't have to confirm or deny. We all know. He's always stuck his nose in dangerous situations. Even as kids, he'd be the one jumping into cold water and waves, chasing sharks. It's his way."

"I understand that," Emma said.

"Is it your way, Emma?"

She didn't respond at once. Aware of the four men watching her, she picked up one of the tiny tam-style hats and set it atop a glass. "Maybe Colin and I have more in common than you realize."

"You're a Sharpe," Mike said. "You were a nun."

"A novice. I never made my final vows." Emma kept her voice even, neutral. "I studied art history and art conservation during my time with the sisters. I come from a family of art detectives. That background helps in my work with the FBI."

Mike shrugged on his jacket. "I just think you have a knack for attracting trouble."

"And you're worried about your brother."

"Maybe I'm worried about you, too."

She let his comment slide. She had already said too much. "When do you go home?"

He grinned. "Not soon enough for you, I expect." The seriousness returned to his eyes as he looked down at her. "If you hear from Colin, you'll let us know, okay?"

It was more of an order than a request but Emma nodded. "I will, Mike."

He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Take care of yourself." He shifted his gaze to Finian. "Thanks for the whiskey and the whiskey education, Father. Uisce beatha. 'The water of life.' I like that."

"We'll do it again when Colin's in town," Finian said.

"Yeah. We will." The eldest Donovan grinned suddenly. "I think I tasted chocolate in that last Scotch."

Kevin and Andy thanked Finian and said good-night to him and to Emma as they followed Mike out of the nearly empty restaurant. The late-October weather wouldn't faze them. They would take whatever weather northern New England threw at them in stride. Rain, snow, sleet, fog, wind. Wouldn't matter.

Once the brothers disappeared through the outer door, Finian sighed as he corked the Inish Turk Beg. "If you had information that could ease their worry, Emma, would you give it to them? Could you?"

"If I'd heard from Colin, I'd have said so."

"His story of an intense schedule in Washington has worn thin. I assume the FBI will be in touch with his family if need be."

Emma felt the whiskey burning in her throat. "The safety of an agent—any agent—is of paramount importance to the FBI. Colin's brothers know that."

"But you don't know where he is, do you?"

The look he gave her told her she didn't need to answer.

A strong gust of wind whistled, whipped more rain against the windows. The small, protected working harbor was lost in the dense, swirling fog. In September, Emma had gone on a boat ride with Colin, kayaked with him, picked apples with him. Laughed, made love. They had met over the horrific murder of a nun at the Sisters of the Joyful Heart, Emma's former convent. Until then, she hadn't realized another FBI agent had grown up just a few miles from her own home in Heron's Cove. They'd had a short time together before Colin was gone again, chasing illegal arms merchants.

He had the FBI behind him but, ultimately, he was alone. Emma understood he could go dark, but not like this. Not with no word for weeks.

His Irish friend's midnight eyes narrowed on her. "Colin's in trouble, isn't he, Emma? It's all right. You don't have to answer. I watched you tonight. I could see the answer for myself."

"He's independent."

"He's good at working alone. All the Donovans are." She watched raindrops slide down the window. "Do you ever feel alone here?"

"I'm here for a reason. I have a purpose."

She glanced back at Finian. "That doesn't answer the question, does it?"

"It does for me."

She thought she understood what he meant. After the deaths of his wife and their two young daughters in a sailing accident, he had walked away from Bracken Distillers to enter the priesthood and follow his calling wherever it took him. In June, he had landed in Rock Point to serve struggling St. Patrick's parish while its priest, Father Callaghan, was in Ireland for a year.

Emma touched the elegant, distinctive gold label of the Bracken 15 year old. "Do you miss Ireland?"

"Every day. That doesn't mean I'm unhappy here. What about you, Emma? Are you happy?"

His question caught her off guard. "Right now?"

"In your life. In what you do. In where you are, at this moment."

A cold draft came through the thin walls and worn floorboards. "I don't miss the convent, Father, if that's what you're asking."

He smiled. "You only call me 'Father' when you think I'm speaking about your life as a religious sister."

"I suppose you're right," she said with a small laugh. "Yes, Fin, I'm happy. In my work, in my private life. I haven't known Colin long but our relationship feels like the real thing. I understand that I'm a new addition to his life, and that his brothers regard me as impermanent."

"Is that how you feel, Emma? Impermanent?"

"Colin and I are very different. I know that much."

"You're worried about him, too. And you miss him."

"Yes."

She helped herself to a couple of the Simple White Stonewall Kitchen crackers Finian had provided, and his Donovan tasters hadn't touched, then poured water from one of Hurley's plastic pitchers. Finian disapproved of adding ice or water to whiskey but he encouraged having water on the side to help counter the dehydrating effects of the alcohol. Only during a tasting did he tolerate, if reluctantly, adding a bit of room-temperature water to the whiskey, which arguably helped with "nosing" the aromas, but there'd been no takers tonight. Mike, Andy and Kevin had all stuck to whiskey, period. Emma had followed their lead, if, admittedly, in part because of their scrutiny.

Her head spun with whiskey, fatigue and tension—with the uncertainty and frustration she felt at not knowing where Colin was, if he was safe. "He'll be back, Fin," she said in a half whisper.

Finian transferred the tasting glasses to a tray and took them to the empty bar. Hurley's would wash them and he would pick them up tomorrow. Emma ate the crackers and took a few sips of the water, thinking now that she should have stayed in Boston for the weekend instead of making the two-hour drive to southern Maine. She had become adept at avoiding lonely evenings, but tonight, she suspected, would be very lonely indeed.

Finian returned to the table and lined up bottles of Glenfiddich, Inish Turk Beg, Midleton, Lavagulin, Connemara and Talisker. Most of his choices for the evening were from his private stock. "No one over imbibed," he said.

"I'm still not fit to drive." Emma got to her feet and pulled on her raincoat, skipping buttons and just tying the belt loosely around her. "I can help carry stuff to your car."

"I walked here from the rectory. I'll come with the car to pick up everything in the morning."

"I left mine at Colin's house and walked down here, too. I made it before the rain started, but it looks as if it's letting up. We can walk back together if you'd like."

"That'd be good. Emma…" Finian touched her shoulder, none of his usual spark or humor in his eyes. "You must find Colin."

She nodded. "I know, Fin."

They headed out into the cool evening air, the fog breaking up, the breeze steady off the water, smelling of salt, sand and seaweed. She had enjoyed the evening, listening to Finian describe the different "expressions" of whiskey—or whisky, if it were Scotch—and how each was made, dispelling myths and preconceptions in his Irish brogue. She had enjoyed being with Mike, Andy and Kevin as they had teased Finian Bracken, her, each other.

Even so, ultimately, she knew, her presence had reminded Colin's brothers and his Irish priest friend of what they were trying so hard not to think about—that Colin was an FBI agent who hadn't been in touch in far too long, and was likely in trouble.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2012

    Highly Recommend- you must check it out

    Anyone who likes Carla Neggers books will love this one. If you read Saint's Gate where Emma Sharpe and Colin Donovan first come together yoy'll their continued story in Heron's Cove. I do hope the author continues this series with the rest of the Donovan brothers. I would recommend this book.

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  • Posted September 14, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    Carla Neggers is one of my favorite authors. I can't wait until her next book comes out. Heron's Cove is a great story - mystery, romance and great characters. I loved it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2012

    Terrible

    I have loved many of Carlas books, but this was a far cry from those. The story makes no sense and 2/3rds of the book is completely irrelevant to the plot. Cannot believe I wasted my money.

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  • Posted August 3, 2012

    Carla Neggers Soars Again!

    Carla Neggers latest ,and second in her Sharpe and Donovan series, may be her best yet and given her already high standard that's saying a lot. FBI agents Emma Sharpe and Colin Donovan each have their specialty. Hers is art crime, his is deep undercover work, but their concerns collide when a long lost Russian treasure resurfaces and illegal arm dealers are involved. As they strive to work out the complications of their relationship, things are compounded by the mysterious art work and the machinations of an unknown antagonist. Neatly tying together the criminal and personal elements, Neggers weaves a fine tale that races to an exciting conclusion. The pace is brisk and never lets up on either element. As always, the characters are finely drawn and the reader gets attached to them immediately. The Donovan and Sharpe families are realistic and display an authentic emotional depth that is characteristic of Neggers' work. Father Finian Bracken is convincing and strong and the Russians, including Tatiana Pavlova, a young jewelry designer who sets the case rolling, are all superbly portrayed. The settings are exquisitely presented. You can almost smell the salt air of Maine and feel the mists of Ireland. And Neggers prose is beyond reproach. It's smoothness and flow are enough to lead a reader to the next page, not to mention the tension of the story. This is a great and satisfying read, not to be missed!

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    Posted July 27, 2014

    Heronflower

    A pretty dark grey tabby she-cat with beautiful pools of sparkling blue for eyes sits, grooming herself, on a rock. She is 22 moons old and her fur is sleek and soft. ((Toms:post your bios and on monday i will choose a mate.))

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    Featherstar

    Collapses.

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    A twoleg

    Took featherstar to dog pound result four.

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  • Posted October 2, 2013

    Great read!

    I had to go back and buy the other books in the series because I loved this one so much.

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    Posted October 1, 2013

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2013

    Gripping!!!

    Awesome!!! Can't put it down! I highly recommend u read it.

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  • Posted April 3, 2013

    Highly Recommend

    As usual, Carla Neggers doesn't disappoint. The character development and suspenseful storyline is so good.

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    Posted March 5, 2013

    Raven

    I slip the black pearl necklace over my neck, and look up at the sky, looking distant.
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    Shadow

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  • Posted October 15, 2012

    Hight Recommended

    She has become a favorite writer - good mystery -romance suspense-believable characters - She always delivers -

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    Posted October 4, 2012

    Hey

    Anyone need a girlfriend. Im up for grabs. Im wearing my ripped up short short shorts. Im also oy wearing a bra. Just for one of u

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    Posted October 4, 2012

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    Posted October 3, 2012

    ALERT

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    Posted October 7, 2012

    Ancient aztec horse

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