Larkspur Cove (Moses Lake Series #1) [NOOK Book]

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Adventure is the last thing on Andrea Henderson's mind when she moves to Moses Lake. After surviving the worst year of her life, she's struggling to build a new life for herself and her son as a social worker. Perhaps in doing a job that makes a difference, she can find some sense of purpose and solace in her shattered faith.

For new Moses Lake game warden Mart McClendon, ...
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Overview

Adventure is the last thing on Andrea Henderson's mind when she moves to Moses Lake. After surviving the worst year of her life, she's struggling to build a new life for herself and her son as a social worker. Perhaps in doing a job that makes a difference, she can find some sense of purpose and solace in her shattered faith.

For new Moses Lake game warden Mart McClendon, finding a sense of purpose in life isn't an issue. He took the job to get out of southwest Texas and the constant reminders of a tragedy for which he can't forgive himself.

But when a little girl is seen with the town recluse, Mart and Andrea are drawn together in the search for her identity. The little girl offers them both a new chance at redemption and hope--and may bring them closer than either ever planned.
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
A decent read from a decent writer may be faint praise, but readers will enjoy Wingate's story of goings-on in tiny Moses Lake, Tex. Following a heartbreaking divorce, Andrea Henderson and her son, Dustin, are in the town where Andrea spent childhood summers. She is trying to build a career as a social worker as her son struggles to fit in. They meet game warden Mart McClendon when Dustin gets in trouble on the lake, but there is more to the handsome game warden than meets the eye. Andrea and Mart are thrown together when they discover a little girl living with the town recluse. As the mystery of the child slowly resolves, Mart and Andrea's relationship becomes closer. Can they overcome their pasts to reach for a new future? They face more than relationship questions when the girl's mother shows up with her renegade friends. A nice tale to enjoy in front of a roaring winter fire. (Feb.)
Library Journal
Following a tumultuous year and the loss of her faith, Andrea Henderson moves with her son to Moses Lake, TX, where she plans to earn a living as a social worker. There, she meets game warden Mart McClendon, who is also trying to forget past tragedies. Pairing up to identify a young girl spotted with the town recluse, the two discover that a tattered past and their investigation are not the only things connecting them. VERDICT Wingate's (Beyond Summer; Never Say Never) latest novel is an engaging tale with touches of mystery and romance. For readers who enjoy contemporary romances with Christian undertones.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781441214188
  • Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 2/1/2011
  • Series: Moses Lake Series, #1
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 366
  • Sales rank: 58,857
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Lisa Wingate is a popular inspirational speaker, magazine columnist, and national bestselling author of several books, including Tending Roses, Talk of the Town, Drenched a Thousand Voices, and A Month of Summer. Her work was recently honored by the Americans for More Civility for promoting greater kindness and civility in American life. Lisa and her family live near Waco, Texas
Lisa Wingate is a popular inspirational speaker, magazine columnist, and national bestselling author of several books, including Tending Roses, Talk of the Town, Blue Moon Bay, and Larkspur Cove, which won the 2011 Carol Award for Women's Fiction. Lisa and her family live in central Texas. Visit www.lisawingate.com
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Larkspur Cove


By Lisa Wingate

Bethany House Publishers

Copyright © 2011 Lisa Wingate
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7642-0821-8


Chapter One

Andrea Henderson

If you're lucky enough to be at the lake, you're lucky enough.

That motto is boldly emblazoned on signs at either end of the sleepy little shoreside burg of Moses Lake, Texas. The letters, carefully tinted with gold paint, shine in the sunlight like a heavenly promise.

Or a divine farce, depending on who you are.

If you're on your way to an appointment you can't afford to miss, and you find yourself lost on some back road, listening to the hiss of a tire going undeniably flat ... well, then ... proximity to water does not in any way alter your sense of misfortune. The only overriding feeling at a time like that, other than sheer terror, is an unhappy kinship with the road. A sense of being just like it—rutted, pitted, cracked, and scarred, wandering through the wilderness, headed in completely the wrong direction.

I'd always imagined, as I counted down the latter half of my thirties, that I'd be rolling through life like a family sedan on a superhighway—not in Moses Lake, certainly, but somewhere. It was a comfortable expectation. The problem is, however, that building a life is a little like planning a road trip. You travel mile by mile, each depending on the last. It's hard to end up where you planned to be when there are flaws in the map, and the more you look, the more you realize there have been gaps all along, and at this point you're hopelessly off course.

Now what? would be a logical question at such a time, but the problem with asking such questions—of God, or the universe, or whoever you believe might be listening—is that you already know the logical reply, and you're just voicing the query because you don't like your own answer. You want someone to tell you differently.

I pictured how I must have looked standing there on that middle-of-nowhere dirt road—an average brown-haired, brown-eyed woman in a new pantsuit and sensible shoes, shouting into the air, "Could this day possibly get any worse! Could this week, this year, this ... anything possibly get any worse?"

Of course there were worse things than being stuck in the woods, thereby flubbing my first afternoon of field appointments. But considering my woeful lack of experience, I was fortunate to have gotten a counseling position at all, even if my duties did include driving the back roads to work with families who lived out in the sticks. It was a starting point, at least, and I couldn't afford to lose this job. One way or another, I had to get myself back on the road.

My cell phone let out a wobbly, in-and-out ring, and somehow I knew it wasn't one of the tow-truck drivers for whom I'd left messages with directions that included things like, Turn by the forked tree, and go past the stinky hog farm with the fence made of contraband road signs, and keep going, keep going, keep going until you ford what looks like a bottomless mudhole, and at the top of the next hill, you'll see a blue car in the ditch on the right....

No telling whether those directions would lead anyone to me, but I had no choice but to leave them and to leave a message at my office, where no one had answered either. My cell phone was slowly losing battery strength atop a pile of CPS case files and maps, while tow-truck drivers everywhere took coffee breaks away from their phones. Thanks to my son, who at fourteen should have had no use for a cell phone car charger, I had no means of recharging my phone at the moment.

I could see the plan for the day rapidly disintegrating from Attack first day of field work with passion, vigor, and determination, to the old tried-and-true motto of the past year, Get by somehow, along with Figure out how to change tire (I'd seen this done on TV a time or two) or possibly Hike to safety.

Taking a hopeful breath, I tried to sound calm as I answered the phone, so as not to scare away whoever was on the other end.

My mother's static-laced voice sent a strange mixture of relief and queasy dread through me. Mom and Dad hadn't wanted me to take the counseling position, and this snafu in the woods would only help to prove their point. On the other hand, I was as good as rescued, and even having a parent lecture you at thirty-eight is better than being stranded in the middle of nowhere. "Mom? Mom, can you hear me? I need help."

She didn't answer. For a moment, I had the disheartening vision of my voice being lost between cell phone towers somewhere. Maybe I could hear my mother, but she couldn't hear me. Which also meant that all those calls to tow-truck drivers were a waste of what was left of the cell phone batteries. "Mom? I need help."

Mother was probably tired of those words, after a year in which so many of our interactions centered on my need for help. I couldn't blame her. I was tired of it. I was tired of myself, tired of not being self-sufficient, tired of this weird dynamic in which, after sixteen years of marriage, I was suddenly on my own again—destitute and back under my parents' thumb, living in their lake house. Hence, the job with Tazinski and Associates, which was at the low-paying end of the counseling spectrum but still a realistic means of rebuilding my life and supporting myself and my son. It was time to stop hanging on everyone else's apron strings, use the counseling degree I'd earned while my ex-husband was the vice-chancellor of a lovely Christian college in Houston, and make a life of my own.

"Andrea. Andrea?" Mother's voice crackled amid the static of a choppy connection. "Where ... you? I ... barely hear."

"Mom, you're not going to believe this, but I've got a flat. I need a wrecker. I'm out in the middle of no ..."

"Andrea? I can't ... ake out one thing you're saying. Pull to the top of a ... and stop driving.... told you you'd have terrible reception out on the other side of the lake. What if your car breaks down, or you get ... tuck in the mud? What then? It isn't safe ... all kinds of riffraff live up there in the timber, and who knows ... sort of people might be hanging around the public beaches. Honestly ... drea! Most of those roads are so deserted, you could sit ..."

"Wrrr-eck-er. I. Need. A . Wrrr-eck-er. Mom? Hello?" The line went dead, and when I tried to dial back, the phone just clicked, and clicked, and clicked, pinging towers in vain.

Thus, I had the answer to the hasty question I'd spit into the air moments before. What could be worse than having a flat tire in the middle of nowhere when you're supposed to be at an appointment?

Finding out that your cell calls aren't going through, and no wrecker is coming, and you really are all alone ... and perhaps hearing the rumble of thunder somewhere in the distance on what had seemed to be a perfectly clear July afternoon.

"No, no, no," I whispered, or perhaps by then I was begging. If a storm hit, the dirt road I was standing on would rapidly become a quagmire of chalky limestone-colored goo.

Shading my eyes, I looked up, but the narrow strip of sky visible above the thick canopy of live oaks seemed harmless enough. Just the gentle blue of central Texas summer. Not a cloud in sight.

The rumble grew, then waned, then grew again. A puff of breeze blew through, whipping a silty, white dust devil along the road. I turned my shoulder and squeezed my eyes shut, the force of the wind pushing dust through my clothing and into the pores of my skin. When the breeze died, the scent of dirt road and imminent storm remained, along with a faint noise I couldn't quite identify. Grit fell from my lashes as I blinked, straining toward the sound. A rumbling, but not the rise and fall of thunder.

A car. I heard a car.

Rescue! Oh, thank you! I moved closer to the road, but a hallelujah yell died on my lips as an old pickup, gray with spots of rust and a missing front fender, rattled into view amid the dust cloud. Squinting, I tried to make out the driver, but reflections on the dirty glass obscured the inside. The shadow of a pine tree, thick and murky, finally passed over the vehicle, yielding a fractional glimpse into the cab. The driver was tall, thin-shouldered, wearing a ball cap of some kind. He wasn't alone in the truck. Someone was in the passenger seat, the head rising just slightly above the dash. A child, perhaps. The idea was comforting, as if somehow the presence of a child indicated that I, too, would be safe.

On the other hand, my new career was all about the knowledge that children weren't always safe. I'd headed up here for a home visit with a woman who'd been reported to CPS by a summer-school bus driver who couldn't drop off the kids because a domestic dispute was ongoing in their front yard. Growing up, I'd heard the plethora of warnings about the riffraff living on the other side of the lake. There was no telling what kind of people resided in these hills, where patches of private land remained remote, surrounded by sprawling state park holdings and massive blocks of territory that had been timber tracts in days gone by.

Stepping back against my car, I held out an uncertain, one-handed stop sign, mentally weighing my options. I needed help, but I knew I was in a very vulnerable position....

The truck drifted to the left, as if to go around me and pass by. Surely no one would simply drive on and leave a woman stranded alone on this remote road.

I moved forward a step, stuck my hand out farther.

Surely he'd stop.

"Hey!" I hollered. The truck was only a few feet away now, close enough that I could see a hand gripping the partially opened passenger window. A small hand. A child's hand, the fingers brown with dirt. "I need help!" I hollered above the engine's wheeze and chug. Something was squealing at an ear-piercing pitch, the sound bouncing off trees and cliffs. "I need help!"

As if in answer, a sudden gust of wind swirled up, caught the dust cloud rising behind the truck, whipped it in my direction. I threw my arm over my eyes, felt grains of sand and tiny bits of gravel pepper my cheeks.

Thunder rumbled somewhere nearby.

A dog barked and growled, the sound so close that I felt for the edge of my car, grabbed it and pulled myself back, prepared to climb in, if necessary. Squeezing my eyes open a pinch, I saw the dog, a pit bull with its ears flattened and teeth bared, poised to jump as the truck slowly circumvented my car. I watched in frozen fascination, the way voyeurs look into the eye of a tornado or ogle a traffic accident.

The truck cleared my vehicle, and behind the dog's frenetic barking, a tiny slice of movement snagged my attention. A little girl was watching me through the back window. She'd turned in her seat, climbed onto her knees, pressed a palm to the glass, her head tilted slightly to the side, as if she were curious about me, or confused by my presence on the road. Her dark hair floated in wispy, tangled curls around her face, her pale blue eyes regarding me with a concern that seemed out of place in the round orb of a child's face. She couldn't have been more than five, maybe six. Leaves were tangled in her hair, and her skin was brown from the sun, her cheeks a combination of pink sunburn and smudges of dirt.

She wasn't wearing a seatbelt. The mother in me protested, and the newly certified counselor made a mental note. It wasn't uncommon for people to skip the seatbelt while tooling around the lake on these back roads, but it wasn't legal, either.

The truck drifted to the shoulder ahead, the brakes squealing as it slowed. I caught a breath, relieved, and in the back of my mind, I turned over the seatbelt issue—looked at it from a few different angles. Was there a polite way to tell your rescuer that he needed to buckle up his little passenger? Judging by the stooped shoulders and shaggy strings of gray hair dripping from the edges of the ball cap, he was probably a grandfather who didn't know any better.

Perhaps still living back-in-the-day when kids cavorted around car interiors unburdened by seatbelts, and the only safety restraint was a grownup's hand shooting out at a sudden stop.

The truck rattled to a halt thirty feet past my car. I waited for it to shift into reverse and come back, but it only sat idling. The driver moved just enough to look in his rearview mirror as the dog ran to the tailgate to bark. The little girl continued eyeing me through the back window.

Walking to the center of the road, I motioned to my car. "Hey ... hello? I have a flat tire. I ..." In my head, a caution flag went up. This was not normal behavior. He was just watching me in the mirror. Something was wrong.

Overhead, a cloud blotted out the sun, and the wind caught the flat of my back, shoving like an invisible hand. Somewhere in the hills, thunder rumbled again, raising goose bumps on my arms and making me acutely aware of my desperate circumstances.

The dog clawed the tailgate, snarling and baring its teeth, its small, slanted eyes narrowing as if it were priming for attack. Inside the truck, the little girl turned her attention to the animal.

A child wasn't safe around a dog like that. That was the kind of dog that ended up on the news for mauling someone to death. What sort of a person kept a dog like that around a child?

I took a step backward, looking again at the driver. What was he doing? Why was he just watching me? Why would he stop but not get out?

Was he studying me, trying to decide if I would put up much of a fight?

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Larkspur Cove by Lisa Wingate Copyright © 2011 by Lisa Wingate. Excerpted by permission of Bethany House Publishers. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 13, 2012

    Leaves you wanting more!

    Slow start for me. Took awhile to warm up to the characters. The mystery about the girl is known early on in the book. It picked up steam about midway through. After that it was hard to put down. The end seamed unfinished and leaves you wanting more. Gave four stars because I liked the overall story.

    5 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2012

    Great Read!

    This is the first Lisa Wingate book I have read but will NOT be my last!

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2012

    Another Great Book from Lisa Wingate

    I just discovered Lisa Wingate last week! She is such a great writer that I have read 4 of her books within the week. Larkspur Cove is another great read ... full of characters you view as friends and you want to keep in touch with! This book is written in the same style as the Daily, Texas series ... first person narrative switching between the heroine and hero and though it does work I am a little tired of it. I do get tired of ALL of the detail and I wonder it all of those words are necessary or it just to make the book a certain number of pages. I skimmed through a lot because I was eager to get to the important stuff. The important stuff is good! Because I want to keep in touch with these characters I have preordered Blue Moon Bay. I am so grateful to have discovered this author.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 3, 2011

    Excellent storytelling makes this Christian romance top notch

    Larkspur Cove by Lisa Wingate is a compelling and heartfelt novel of finding yourself and healing the past. Andrea Henderson has moved with her fourteen-year-old son Dustin to her parents' cottage on Moses Lake to recuperate from a terrible divorce that has left her trying to support them on her own and picking up the broken pieces of her dreams. When she took the job as a counselor for Child Protective Services, she had no idea just what that would entail in this remote area where GPS is useless and directions are given using bullet hole ridden stop signs and trees struck by lightning. Mart McClendon has returned to Moses Lake to heal some wounds of his own. Working as the game warden, he ends up running into teens in trouble, so he assumes after catching Dustin with some other kids, that Andrea is just another parent too busy to worry about what's really going on with her child. But Mart and Andrea are forced to work together when it's discovered that a strange man living up in the hills has a young girl living with him, and no one seems to know where she came from. Their investigation will force them to re-evaluate their opinions of each other, as well as start to deal with the tragedies in their pasts. Wingate is a terrific writer. While this is technically a romance, there is unexpected death and heart to the story. Readers will want to pack up and move to Moses Lake, a small town populated by people who genuinely care for each other (even as they gossip and tease), and when a neighbor is in need, the whole community turns out to help. Wingate paces the tenuous relationship between Mart and Andrea perfectly, not rushing, and allowing it to build at a natural and beautiful pace. She populates the book with many interesting sub-characters, and I hope that she will revisit Moses Lake soon to tell their tales as well.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2013

    Great story

    This isn't a romance so much as an adult "coming of age story". The main characters have both come back to Moses Lake, Texas to rebuild their lives after tragedy strikes in different ways for both. There are many references to God and what He can do if you just take the opportunities offered. Very inspriational, even if you aren't religious.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2012

    Don't miss this one!

    Great! Need I say more?

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2012

    Unbelievably good!

    Excellent read--the kind that makes you feel like you're right there living it with the characters. Exciting ending, but well written and a page turner all the way through.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 9, 2014

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    This book started out a little slow for me. I was about a quarte

    This book started out a little slow for me. I was about a quarter of the way through before I really got interested, but after that I didn't want to put it down. The story flows smoothly enough. The author's description of the Moses Lake and Larkspur Cove communities really drew me in. I love small towns!

    The characters were well written, but I didn't feel a real connection with Bart or Andrea. I can relate to their feelings of loss, but that's really where my connection ended. I did enjoy watching Andrea begin to heal from her divorce and watching her grow as a person. However, I didn't feel like Bart grew or changed at all. Sure, he made some decisions regarding how he was handling his life, but I felt they were kind of abrupt. The secondary characters, the regulars at the Waterbird Bait and Grocery and Len and Birdie made the story far more interesting.

    The reason I'm giving this book four stars is because of the message. My new favorite thing to do while reading a book is to mark passages that really speak to me. While I didn't mark up the whole book with sticky notes, I did mark several pages that I thought made excellent points. The message of the book is two-fold. Andrea realizes that having joy, real joy, in your life was a choice each of us has to make. She also has to learn that God is there, even when you can't see Him, hear Him, or when you deny He is. He is in all places and you only have to be still and listen to hear Him. Mart learns that when times get tough, it's easy to blame God instead of realizing that while we don't know why things happen, God does and you don't do any good by turning your back on your faith.

    Overall, this was an enjoyable story. I can't wait to read the rest of the series!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2014

    Jaggedstorm

    Throws one back.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2014

    Gale

    Our love was made in minecraft. Yep.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2014

    Ember

    Lays in the bed with one of your shirts on....she misses u. (Ill bevon sunday)

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 27, 2013

    Moses Lake draws those who are in need of healing/redemption/car

    Moses Lake draws those who are in need of healing/redemption/caring/self-worth/love/God.

    Andrea has come back to Moses Lake to live with her son after her divorce. Mart has moved to Moses Lake to start over, to leave pain behind. 
    Birdie, a little girl who is need of everything Moses Lake can offer, is she the answer to Andrea's recovery and the help Mart needs to move on? And, can Birdie bring the two together? 

    Heartwarming...a lovely story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 14, 2013

    Took awhile to get used to Andrea, the counselor.

    She was a bit stubborn, unstable, defiant and a pain in the neck at the beginning of the book. Later, she rattles off what the "State" needs are but eventually she settles down and starts thinking of others and less of herself.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 12, 2013

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    Great story.

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  • Posted October 4, 2013

    Thoroughly enjoyed this book!

    I am a fan of Lisa Wingate's books and this was one of her best.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2013

    Anonymous

    Loved this book.A must read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 1, 2013

    Good story

    Good story with interesting characters from different t walks of life who worked together to make a difference in e lives of others.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 18, 2013

    Larkspur Cove

    Book was great. Well worth reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 18, 2013

    Loved the characters, Loved the story. I especially liked that i

    Loved the characters, Loved the story. I especially liked that it had no cursing. Had never read this author before. She has a wonderful

    talent for describing scenery
    and thoughts. I will read her other books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2013

    Good read

    Warm and enjoyable story and didn't have to pages of graphic sex discriptions!

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