In Close [NOOK Book]


Claire O'Toole's mother, Alana, went missing fifteen years ago. That was big news in Pineview, Montana, the kind of town where nothing much ever happens. Then, last year, Claire's husband, David, died in a freak accident—after launching his own investigation into Alana's disappearance.

Is Alana dead? Or did she simply abandon her husband and daughters? Claire is determined to find out—and her former boyfriend, Isaac Morgan, wants to help. ...
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In Close

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Claire O'Toole's mother, Alana, went missing fifteen years ago. That was big news in Pineview, Montana, the kind of town where nothing much ever happens. Then, last year, Claire's husband, David, died in a freak accident—after launching his own investigation into Alana's disappearance.

Is Alana dead? Or did she simply abandon her husband and daughters? Claire is determined to find out—and her former boyfriend, Isaac Morgan, wants to help. Although their relationship didn't end well, he still has feelings for her. And yet it isn't until he starts to suspect David's death wasn't an accident that he's drawn back into her life.

Together, Claire and Isaac search for answers to the questions that have haunted Pineview all this time. But as they soon discover, someone's prepared to kill so those answers won't be found….

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"I felt a real connection to the characters... It was an exciting, intriguing read."
-First for Women Magazine on Killer Heat

Novak "builds her characters and plot by adding genuine and recognizable feelings-from angst to passion to terror and beyond... A great end to a wonderful series."
-Suspense Magazine on Killer Heat

Body Heat "is a definite page-turner."
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"Novak expertly blends romantic thrills, suspenseful chills, and realistically complicated characters together in a white-knuckle read that is certain to keep readers riveted to the last page." -Booklist on Body Heat

"Brenda Novak has written the best high-action thriller of 2010. White Heat far exceeded my expectations. From page one I was immediately hooked on this fast action plot that was like solving a Chinese puzzle box." -Midwest Book Review

With "distinctive characters and a nail biting plot, Novak's White Heat is flawless and easily a Best of 2010 contender."
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"Novak writes gripping romantic thrillers."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459215191
  • Publisher: MIRA
  • Publication date: 10/25/2011
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 77,888
  • File size: 447 KB

Meet the Author

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Brenda Novak has penned over 45 novels. A two-time Rita nominee, she's won The National Reader's Choice, The Bookseller's Best, The Bookbuyer's Best and many other awards. She runs an annual online auction for diabetes research every May at To date, she’s raised over $2 million. Brenda considers herself lucky to be a mother of five and married to the love of her life.

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The tiny cabin Claire O'Toole's mother had once used for painting had been shut up for years. Claire was the only one who came here, and even she didn't return all that often, maybe every six months or so.

Braced for the torrent of memories that hit her every time she walked inside, she dropped the key into the pocket of her jeans and forced open a door warped from too many Montana winters. Before she crossed the threshold, however, she looked behind her, suddenly feeling she might not be as alone as she'd thought.

A gentle wind swayed the pine trees. She could hear the rustle as it traveled through the surrounding forest, but she couldn't see any movement. She couldn't see anything at all, except for what fell inside the beam of her flashlight. There were no city lights up here, no glassy lake to reflect the moon's glow, the way there was closer to town, nothing but thick forest carpeted with pine needles, cloaked in darkness and topped with a canopy of stars.

No one was sneaking up behind her. How silly to even check. There were other cabins in these mountains, but only one in the immediate vicinity. Her parents had owned it as well as this studio from when they were first married to the summer before she started school. Then they'd sold the main house and moved to town. She could still remember her mother cooking in that kitchen, the little tree house her stepfather had built in the backyard.

The house had changed hands more than once, but Isaac Morgan owned it now, so she stayed clear. Avoiding it minimized the number of times she and Isaac ran into each other. He filmed wildlife all around the world and was often gone, which helped. Although he lived closest to the studio, she couldn't imagine any reason he'd be lurking in the trees. They were too busy trying to prove to each other that what they'd had ten years ago had been as easy to leave behind as it should've been.

So who else could it be? Her sister, her stepfather and his wife, her best friend and her best friend's sheriff husband—in fact, nearly all of Pineview's 1,500 residents—were watching Fourth of July fireworks in the city park across the street from the cemetery. She could hear the distant boom of each explosion, smell the smoke that drifted up against the mountain.

No one had noticed when she slipped away.

Drawing a deep breath, she turned back and focused on the dusty interior. Cast-off furniture from her stepfather, her stepfather's wife and her maternal grandparents crowded the living room. Cobwebs hung from the rafters; rat droppings littered the floor. Pack rats built nests everywhere in this part of the state, even in the engines of cars.

This wasn't the magical place it'd been when she was a child. The good memories had been conquered and overrun, broken by tragedy, but she returned, anyway. She couldn't ignore the studio's existence and move on, like everybody else. Invariably, the past dragged her back.

As she stepped inside, she paused to listen. She'd expected silence. But she could hear the engine of her old Camaro ticking as it cooled in the overgrown drive. Then a creak, coming from the loft above. When other creaks followed, it almost sounded as if her mother was walking around up there like she used to.

Obviously, Claire's imagination had kicked into overdrive, reacting to the isolation and the spookiness of coming here after dark.

Or maybe it was her subconscious, trying to get her out before she could come across something that might disrupt what little peace of mind she had left. Her mother had been missing for fifteen years and in all that time they'd never found a trace of her. Her sister had broken her back sledding two years later and been confined to a wheelchair. And David, her husband, had died only a year ago in a terrible hunting accident. She couldn't tolerate another loss.

And yet she kept digging for the truth.

What if she discovered that her stepfather had killed her mother, as so many others believed? Or what if her mother had run off with another man, willingly left them for a new life somewhere else, as the previous sheriff had suggested?

She'd be devastated. Again. But she couldn't accept either of those possibilities. Her stepfather was a good man; he would never have hurt Alana. Alana was a loving mother; she would never have abandoned her children. That meant someone had kidnapped her, maybe killed her, and would get away with it unless Claire made sure that didn't happen. Who else would fight for justice?

Not Leanne. Claire's sister battled enough challenges. Leanne didn't even want to think about the day they'd lost their mother, let alone look into it. And her stepfather— Tug, as his friends called him—had moved in with the woman who'd eventually become her stepmother only six months after Alana went missing. At this late date, he wouldn't have known what to do with Alana even if she reappeared.

Only Claire held on. She was all her mother had left, and that made it impossible to give up, no matter how many people told her she should. Her mother deserved more than that.

At least obsessing about the mystery that had tormented her for half her life kept her from dwelling on David, a loss that was far too recent and still too raw.

Another creak. She almost lost her nerve. Maybe she should've waited until tomorrow. But her sister lived in the house right next door to hers and was constantly dropping by. It was difficult for Claire to get away without divulging something about where she was going and what she was doing. And because Claire ran her business, a hair salon, out of her home, if it wasn't her sister, it was one of her many clients, who paid more attention than Claire wanted. Thanks to her mother's disappearance, she'd always been watched a little too carefully. Everyone was waiting to see whether she'd recover or fall apart. That was the reason she wanted to move away—so she could be anonymous for a change, start over—a desire that had only grown more intense after David died. Except for two years when their relationship had faltered while he was in college, they'd been together since they were sixteen. Losing him meant becoming the object of everyone's pity once again.

How are you? You hangin' in there, kiddo?

She got questions like that, spoken in low, somber tones, all the time. She wouldn't have minded so much if the people who asked were as sincere as they sounded and not just inviting her to provide them with a bit of tantalizing gossip for the next community gathering or church event. Poor Claire. She's suffering so. I talked to her last week and…

Claire didn't need anyone gabbing about her efforts to solve the mystery. Or conjecturing on what she might or might not find at the studio. Or confronting her family with the fact that she'd been here. That was why she kept whatever she could to herself. Why create more curiosity? It would only upset those who'd rather forget…

So, frightening though it was, she liked the cover of darkness. It made her feel as close to anonymous as she could get in the place where she'd grown up. The noises she heard were nothing to worry about. No one would have any reason to hang out in an abandoned studio that didn't have electricity or running water. If some vagabond had moved in, there'd be proof of occupancy.

Knocking the cobwebs out of the way, she followed the beam of her flashlight through the cluster of furniture. Then she climbed up to the loft, where her mother used to paint. She'd loved watching Alana work, had never felt more at peace than here, with the sun pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the second floor, her mother standing in the light, concentrating on her latest masterpiece.

Several unfinished paintings perched on easels covered with sheets, looking like ghosts floating a couple of feet off the ground. The sight of them made Claire sick with loss, a loss rivaled only by David's death. Whoever had taken Alana had robbed the world, and Claire, of so much.

Was it someone she knew? Someone she passed on the street, spoke to, cared about? One of those people who always asked how she was?

It had to be, didn't it? Alana went missing from their house in town in the dead of winter. Although this part of Montana saw an influx of hunters, fisherman and rec-reationists during the spring, summer and fall, it was not a place to visit in the cold months. Libby, thirty miles away, was the closest town. Notorious for the asbestos mine that'd made everyone sick and caused the death of two hundred people, Libby had been in the news a lot in recent years. But on the day Alana had gone missing, it was still just a spot on the map, and an overturned truck carrying vermiculite ore had blocked traffic on the highway for hours. The sheriff himself hadn't been able to get through until it was cleared.

Claire supposed some "bad man" could've come from the other direction, from Marion or Kalispell, but no one had spotted any strangers that day. Even more significant, there'd been no sign of forced entry at the house. Whoever had taken Alana was most likely someone she trusted. She'd opened her door, never expecting to be harmed.

The betrayal inherent in that scenario made Claire more determined than anything else to solve the mystery. Dragging a chair from the corner, the very chair in which she used to sit and daydream while her mother painted, Claire climbed up to reach the handle that would open the attic door. Just shy of five foot three, she could barely grab hold, but once she caught it, the pull-down ladder lowered easily enough.

It was warmer in the small space above Alana's studio. Dustier, too. Claire coughed as she poked her head through the opening and used her flashlight to re-acquaint herself with the contents.

Boxes stacked floor to ceiling left little room in which to maneuver. She hadn't remembered it being quite so crowded. But when it became clear that her mother wasn't coming back, Claire had insisted that everything Alana owned, down to the razor she'd been using in the shower, be preserved. The sheriff's department had confiscated the contents of Alana's desk, her computer, any recent letters she'd written or received, the photos she'd snapped in the months prior to her disappearance, her journal, the things left in her car—anything they thought might help them find her. Claire and Leanne had taken possession of any sentimental items that remained. And the rest had been packed up and stored here years ago, just after Claire graduated from high school and moved out—and her stepfather and his wife bought the luxurious home they currently enjoyed, the home they'd bought with the inheritance Alana had received when her parents died in a plane crash only a year before she disappeared.

Riddled with guilt for even thinking that her mother's misfortune had provided such a spectacular living for the woman who'd replaced her, Claire steered her mind away from that direction. She liked her stepmother. It wasn't Roni's fault that Alana was no longer around.

But it bothered Claire that Roni acted as if Alana had never existed. Tug and Leanne preferred to handle the situation the same way. They'd both asked Claire to forget the past. Learning what happened wouldn't bring Alana back, they said. And it was true. It was also true that Leanne seemed to do better if she didn't have to be reminded of that fateful day. Which was why, after pleading for the new sheriff to reopen the case a couple of years ago, Claire had gone back to call him off. Her family had been too upset about the questions he was asking. They couldn't tolerate the assumptions and suspicions that were inevitable in such a small community.

Claire respected their position. But she couldn't stop digging entirely. She needed resolution as much as they needed to forget.

What she was hoping to accomplish by coming here tonight, however, she didn't know. She'd been through all this stuff so many times. Her stepfather, his wife and Leanne had seen it, too. The three of them had packed it together.

But Claire couldn't help hoping that she'd see something she'd missed before, that some clue would emerge and solve the mystery. That happened all the time on those forensics shows.

Squeezing through the narrow pathway, she moved toward a box that contained her mother's childhood memorabilia—Alana's report cards, her early journals, pictures of her family and friends. Claire loved looking through that box because it made her feel closer to the woman she missed so terribly. And it was as good a place to begin as any. She planned on going through every last box, even if that meant frequent trips to the studio over the next few weeks.

She bent to lift it, then saw some boxes that had been packed much more recently. They stood out because they were labeled in her own handwriting. David's Clothes, David's Things, David's Yearbooks.

Her hand flew to her chest as if she could stop that familiar lump from growing in her throat, but she couldn't. What were her late husband's personal belongings doing here? She hadn't expected to find them, wasn't ready for such a powerful reminder.

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  • Posted September 21, 2011

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    is a terrific small-town amateur sleuth mystery

    In Pineview, Montana fifteen years ago, Alana O'Toole vanished without a trace. The disappearance was never solved as the case went cold. One of Alana's two daughters Claire suffered another loss last year when her husband David began an inquiry into what happened to his mother-in-law only to die in an accident.

    With a need to know and to pay homage to David, Claire begins an investigation into her mom's disappearance. Her former boyfriend Isaac Morgan offers to help her though he thinks her probe is a waste of time; he still loves her and feels bad with how their relationship ended badly. However, he becomes fully engaged when he finds evidence that David did not die in an accident; making him think the man found something that required his silence. Someone they know may have killed her mom and murdered her spouse.

    This is a terrific small-town amateur sleuth in which the romantic subplot enhances the prime story line of someone apparently silencing those getting close to the truth. Like the lead female, readers wonder if the culprit is a family member as her paralyzed sister and her step parents want her to drop her obsession. As the killer has to be In Close to Claire with Pineview being a tiny town, fans will relish this tense psychological thriller in which an unknown predator kills anyone who learns the truth.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted September 16, 2011

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    Great mystery combined with Romantic Suspense!

    In Close is one of those books that beautifully combine a well-crafted mystery with genuine romantic suspense. Claire is a very likeable and sympathetic heroine. Although her life seems to be like a sad country song (her mother disappears, her sister is paralyzed, she is dumped by the love of her life, then her husband is killed), Claire is doing her best to deal with the grief of losing her husband a year ago. But she is also determined to solve the mystery of her mother's disappearance. Her investigation reveals that her husband's death may have been murder, and somehow related to her mother's disappearance. Pretty soon Claire's life is in danger, she is questioning the intentions of her closest friends and family, and Isaac Morgan, who she passionately loved years earlier, re-enters her life in dramatic fashion. Isaac is a great hero, flawed and realistic, and an intriguing part of Claire's past. While he does have the strength and alpha male characteristics to be a romantic hero, his painful past and emotional issues make him sympathetic and believable.
    The small town setting was also very effective for creating a sense of menace, as Claire realizes that someone she knows must be behind the attacks. It was also very accurate at describing the forced intimacy of a community where everyone knows each other, and a lot of their business. This really enhanced the suspense of the story as Claire and Isaac continue to investigate. Their renewed relationship was a nice counterpoint to the mystery, as they figure out what they want from each other.
    My only issues with this book were that the pace occasionally dragged as Claire steadily isolates herself from her family, and her family begins to act in conveniently suspicious ways. One would think that investigating the disappearance of Claire's mother, and who attacked Claire, would be a priority, but her loved ones are oddly ready to blame her for stirring up old information. But the quality of the story-telling got me past these points, and kept me reading late into the night to see what happened.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 10, 2011

    Great read.....

    I had a hard time at first warming up to the main character, Claire. I did eventually and the book picked up. Definately keeps you guessing. !ots of twists and turns.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 27, 2011

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    Great author, great story, very hard to put down and suspensful

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2014


    Just ok. Cheesy ending.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2013

    great book

    loved all 3 series

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  • Posted June 27, 2012

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    Kept me wondering all the way through

    I enjoyed the characters in this book and the mystery stayed a mystery until the very end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2012

    A Must Read- great plot twist

    This is the first book I have read by this author. I had a hard time putting my nook down. I will definately get more books by her. The action in the book was perfect - not so much at once you were overwhelmed but definately paced to keep you intrigued until the end

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  • Posted December 28, 2011

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    Always a good read

    Brenda Novak is always a great red and this is no exception. I always wait until all 3 of a series are published before reading. And it's well worth the wait! Highly recommended.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 30, 2011

    Sure do love brenda

    I was sad when this book ended just could'nt
    Put it down

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  • Posted October 22, 2011

    Highly Recommended

    Great book and great author, love the series

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  • Posted October 1, 2011


    In Close has a 15 year old mystery that kept me guessing till the end. Once I started I did not stop till I was finshed.
    Claire Mother for 15 years has been missing. Its bothered her why no one cares. Her sister last time she got the new sherrif to open the case talked her in to dropping it.
    July 4 while everyone was watching fireworks Clair went to the cabin her mom used to paint in. She got in the attic and was going to go through all her mom's boxes and see what she can find now. Before Clair could start she was startled to find all the boxes she put her husbands stuff after he died last year. Someone had moved them there but their was one box that had David's name on that she did not pack. Opened it was things from his youth and figured his mom wanted to keep them all together. In that one box she found a file that had her mom's police file and notes in her husbands hands. She did not know that David was trying to find her the answers without telling her. On the way out of cabin she saw man.s boots as he knocked her back and she screamed.
    Isaac had been a boyfriend back in high school and he had bought their house. Heard Clair scream and was running to the cabin when he ran into a branch and injured himself. Isaac had grown up and was still attracted to Clair and offered to help her to find the answers she needed. Was David murdered instead of hunting accident. What were her family hiding all the years. Did they really think her mom had left them 15 years ago. Someone did not want them to find out and was determined to stop them.
    I liked it. Mystery had a lot of suspects. lots of action and watched Clair & Isaac romance bloosom again. I was given this ebook in exchange of honest review.

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