Southern Storm/Cape Refuge (Cape Refuge #1-2) [NOOK Book]


Set in the South, volumes one and two from the Cape Refuge suspense series by Terri Blackstock come together under one cover. A unique island setting, close-knit relationships, fast-paced action, and underlying themes of faith combine to make for reading you can’t put down at a value you can’t turn down.

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Set in the South, volumes one and two from the Cape Refuge suspense series by Terri Blackstock come together under one cover. A unique island setting, close-knit relationships, fast-paced action, and underlying themes of faith combine to make for reading you can’t put down at a value you can’t turn down.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780310298359
  • Publisher: Zondervan
  • Publication date: 5/26/2009
  • Series: Cape Refuge Series, #2
  • Sold by: Zondervan Publishing
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 768
  • Sales rank: 221,848
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Terri Blackstock

Terri Blackstock has sold over seven million books worldwide and is a New York Times best-selling author. She is the award-winning author of Intervention, Vicious Cycle, and Downfall, as well as such series as Cape Refuge, Newpointe 911, the SunCoast Chronicles, and the Restoration Series. Visit her website at Facebook: tblackstock Twitter: @terriblackstock


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Southern Storm

By Terri Blackstock


Copyright © 2003 Zondervan
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0310235936

Chapter One

The Georgia Weather Bureau's prophecy of fifty-mile-per-hour winds had been fulfilled and surpassed, much to Matthew Cade's chagrin. As chief of the small Cape Refuge police force, Cade could do little about the ravages of the storm as it beat across the island toward Savannah. But the safety of the residents was always his concern.

Though it was two in the afternoon, the sky looked as dark as nightfall.

Lightning bolted overhead in a panoramic display of white-hot fingers, grounding on the island and splaying across the angry Atlantic. The thunder cracked in rapid crashes, and rain slatted down at an angle that made umbrellas useless and flooded some of the streets.

Cade strained to see through the windshield of his squad car. The rain pounding on his roof and his wipers slashing across his windshield made it difficult for him to hear the radio crackling on his dashboard. He turned it up.

Fender benders had been reported at three locations on Cape Refuge, and a power line was down near the condos lining the north beach.

If everyone would just stay inside, maybe they could avoid any more problems. But that never happened. On days like this, residents insisted on driving through the storm at the same speeds they used on dry, sunny days. Tornado watchers stood out on their front porches, watching the sky for funnel clouds. And the most reckless among the residents would brave the lightning and drag their surfboards out to the waves, hoping to catch a thrill in the tempest.

Cade and his police force were left to clean up the messes and head off new disasters.

The dispatcher's voice crackled across the radio, and he picked up the mike. "Go ahead, Sal."

"Chief, there's another power line down on a road over at the dock. Somebody's going to get hurt unless you detour that traffic."

Cade sighed. "All right, I'm on my way."

He set the mike back in its holder and turned on his blue lights. Making a U-turn, he headed back around the southern tip of the island, then northbound toward the dock. He couldn't have residents driving over live power lines. He hoped the power company would hurry up and get its trucks out here.

The wipers swiped across his windshield, but the rain pounded too hard to give him much visibility. He strained to see.

Most cars pulled to the side of the road to let him pass. He turned on his siren to alert the others, but three or four kept their course in the lane in front of him.

"Get out of the way!" he yelled, pulling so close to the car in front of him that he knew one touch of its brakes would put him in the front seat with the driver.

Fortunately, the man pulled over. The other cars ahead of him still hadn't heard or seen him, so he moved up behind the next one, his siren still blaring. A block ahead, Cade saw a man standing on the opposite side of the road, seemingly oblivious to the rain pounding down on him. Passing traffic sprayed walls of water up over him, but he just stood there, watching the traffic pass. The car in front of Cade still didn't move, so he punched his horn. The southbound lane with traffic coming toward him had cleared as drivers pulled off to the shoulder of Ocean Boulevard. He pulled around the car in front of him into the southbound lane and gently accelerated.

The man on the side of the road still stood there, drenched and undaunted. Cade knew that, as he passed, his tires in the water would spray him. Why didn't the man move?

He kept his siren blaring and pushed his horn again as he drove northbound in the southbound lane. He pulled even with the car that had refused to move out of the way and looked across at the driver. The driver looked back, panic evident on his face-a teenager, probably a new driver with no idea how to react. The kid slammed on his brakes.

Cade stepped on his accelerator and turned his eyes ahead again-just in time to see the pedestrian step out in front of him.

Cade yelled and slammed on his brakes. His car slid straight toward the man....

Thunder cracked at the same instant as the impact. The man flew up over the hood and smashed into Cade's windshield, shattering it ... then, as if he'd bounced, he flew out in front of the car and landed in a heap in the middle of the road. Cade couldn't move for a few seconds, then fumbled for the door handle and managed to get out. The rain flooded over him, and the wind almost knocked him back into the car. He rushed toward the man.

Oh, dear God, what have I done?

He heard yelling and doors slamming as other drivers got out and splashed toward him.

Reaching the man first, Cade knelt in three inches of water. The victim's eyes fluttered open, and his lips moved without sound. Cade grabbed the radio on his shoulder. "Sal, I need an ambulance just half a mile north of the Pier!" He yelled the words to make sure he was heard. "I need it right now! I just ran over a pedestrian!"

"Right away, Chief."

Cade touched the man's head, careful not to move it. Warm blood soaked his hand, but the pelting rain quickly washed it away.

"Can you hear me, buddy?"

The man tried to speak, but Cade couldn't hear him. Thunder crashed again.

He touched the man's throat; his pulse was weak, erratic.

"Hang on! You're gonna be all right. Just hang on." He had to stop the bleeding, so he pressed against the wound at the back of the man's head. But there was so much blood ... too much ...

The man tried to rise up, and this time Cade heard his raspy voice. "You have to ... please ... out of control ..."

"Don't move!" What did one do for an open head wound?

He heard sirens blaring, voices calling. Someone opened an umbrella over them in a feeble attempt to shelter the victim from the storm, but the wind turned it inside out. Someone else threw a raincoat over the man....

Lightning flashed, thunder bolted....

"Cade," someone said, "he just ran right out in front of you!"

The blood was coming so fast. The man's pulse weakened. Where was that ambulance?

"I saw him. It was like he was in a trance or something."

"Is he dead, Cade?"

The siren grew closer, and he prayed that people would stay off the road and leave the ambulance a path. It stopped short, and he heard feet running toward him. Paramedics knelt beside the body, and Cade moved back. "Head injury," he yelled over the storm. "He bounced off my windshield."

As the medics worked, Cade backed farther away, his mind racing with the facts.

I've hit a man ... an innocent man....

He started to whisper rapid-fire prayers for a miracle. The man couldn't die. That was all there was to it. Police cars were meant to keep people from danger, not kill them.

"Call for a Medi-Vac, Cade!" one of the medics cried. "And clear us a path. He's running out of time."

"The helicopter can't fly in this! You'll have to drive him." He helped the paramedics get the man into the ambulance and then directed traffic as the ambulance headed out.

He shook his head, trying to pull himself together. Somebody had to be in charge here. But what did the chief of police do when he was the one who had almost killed a man?

He turned and saw some of his uniformed officers coming toward him.

"J.J., detour traffic," he yelled. "Keep it off of this block until we finish here. Jim, get over to the downed power lines out in front of the dock and divert traffic there. Alex, you take pictures and work the accident...."

"But Cade, are you sure you don't want to work it?"

"I've got to get to the hospital and see if he's all right." His voice broke. "Just write the report and treat me like any other driver who hit a pedestrian. Call my cell phone if you have questions. It should get a signal by the time I reach Savannah." He walked back to his car and got in.

Through the shattered windshield, he saw Alex looking back at him as if he wasn't sure what to do. Then he turned away and began questioning witnesses.

Cade closed his eyes and lowered his head to the steering wheel. That man could die.

Why had he stepped out into traffic? He must have seen Cade coming. The squad car lights had been flashing and his siren was on. Even people in cars with radios blaring and air conditioners humming had heard him and gotten out of the way. How could this man have stepped into the path of a speeding police car?

He felt as if a fist had punched a hole in his lungs. He found it hard to breathe, and his head had begun to throb.

He reached for the keys hanging in the ignition, then realized that he couldn't move this car until they'd finished working the scene. Besides, he couldn't drive with a busted windshield.

He got out of the car and started walking through the rain.

"Where are you going, Chief?" Alex asked him.

"To find a ride back to the station so I can get my truck."

"I'll take you, Cade!" Melba Jefferson, a little round woman who attended his church and made it her business to comfort those in need, stood nearby, fighting her umbrella with a distraught look on her face.

"Okay, Melba," he said. "Let's go."

She led him to her car parked on the side of the road. He got into it, and she slid her round body into the driver's side. "Honey, are you all right?"

He shook his head. "It's not about me, Melba. There's a man dying."

She reached into the backseat and got a box of tissue. "Sweetie, your hand's all bloody."

Cade looked at it. The man's blood had stained it, though the rain had begun to wash it away. He pulled out several tissues and wiped the rest of it off.

Melba pulled out onto the street, and Alex directed her so that she could turn around and head back to the station. When they were on their way, she stayed quiet, which Cade appreciated. Clearly, Melba knew when words were appropriate and when they weren't.

She drove him up to the station, pulled into the parking lot. "I'll get some people praying, Cade," she said.

He nodded. "You do that. Thanks for the ride, Melba."

Cade jogged across the gravel parking lot to his truck, jumped inside, and was pulling out onto the street before Melba could get her car turned around.

Excerpted from Southern Storm by Terri Blackstock Copyright © 2003 by Zondervan
Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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First Chapter

The air conditioner was broken at City
Hall, and the smell of warm salt air drifted through the windows from the beach across the street. Morgan Cleary fanned herself and wished she hadn't dressed up. She might have known that no one else would. The mayor sat in shorts and a T-shirt that advertised his favorite beer.
One of the city councilmen wore a Panama hat and flipflops.
Sarah Williford, the newest member of the Cape
Refuge City Council, looked as if she'd come in from a day of surfing and hadn't even bothered to stop by the shower. She wore a spandex top that looked like a bathing suit and a pair of cutoff jeans. Her long hair could have used a brush.
The council members sat with relaxed arrogance,
rocking back and forth in the executive chairs they'd spent too much money on. Their critics---which included almost everyone in town---thought they should have used that money to fix the potholes in the roads that threaded through the island. But Morgan was glad the council was comfortable. She didn't want them irritable when her parents spoke.
The mayor's nasal drone moved to the next item on the agenda. 'I was going to suggest jellyfish warning signs at some of the more popular sites on the beach, but Doc Spencer tells me he ain't seen too many patients from stings in the last week or so---'
'Wait, Fred,' Sarah interrupted without the microphone.
'Just because they're not stinging this week doesn't mean they won't be stinging next week. My sign shop would give the city a good price on a design for a logo of some kind to put up on all the beaches, warning people of possible jellyfish attacks.'
'Jellyfish don't attack,' the mayor said, his amplified voice giving everyone a start.
'Well, I can see you never got stung by one.'
'How you gonna draw a picture of 'em when you can't hardly see 'em?'
Everyone laughed, and Sarah threw back some comment that couldn't be heard over the noise.
Morgan leaned over Jonathan, her husband, and nudged her sister. 'Blair, what should we do?' she whispered. 'We're coming up on the agenda. Where are Mama and Pop?'
Blair tore her amused eyes from the sight at the front of the room and checked her watch. 'Somebody needs to go check on them,' she whispered. 'Do you believe these people? I'm so proud to have them serving as my elected officials.'
'This is a waste of time,' Jonathan said. He'd been angry and stewing all day, mostly at Morgan's parents, but also at her.
His leather-tanned face was sunburned from the day's fishing, but he was clean and freshly shaven. He hadn't slept much last night,
and the fatigue showed in the lines of his face.
'Just wait,' she said, stroking his arm. 'When Mama and
Pop get here, it'll be worth it.'
He set his hand over hers---a silent affirmation that he was putting the angry morning behind him---and got to his feet. 'I'm going to find them.'
'Good idea,' Morgan said. 'Tell them to hurry.'
'They don't need to hurry,' Blair whispered. 'We've got lots of stuff to cover before they talk about shutting down our bedand-
breakfast. Shoot, there's that stop sign down at Pine and
Mimosa. And Goodfellows Grocery has a lightbulb out in their parking lot.'
'Now, before we move on,' Fred Hutchins, the mayor, said,
studying his notes as if broaching a matter of extreme importance,
'I'd like to mention that Chief Cade of the Cape Refuge Police
Department tells me he has several leads on the person or persons who dumped that pile of gravel in my parking spot.'
A chuckle rippled over the room, and the mayor scowled.
'The perpetrator will be prosecuted.'
Blair spat out her suppressed laughter, and Morgan slapped her arm. 'Shhh,' Morgan tried not to grin, 'you're going to make him mad.'
'I'm just picturing a statewide search for the fugitive with the dump truck,' Blair said, 'on a gravel-dumping spree across the whole state of Georgia.'
Morgan saw the mayor's eyes fasten on her, and she punched her sister again. Blair drew in a quick breath and tried to straighten up.
'The Owenses still ain't here?' he asked.
While Morgan glanced back at the door, Blair shot to her feet. 'No, Fred, they're not here. Why don't you just move this off the agenda and save it until next week? I'm sure something's come up.'
'Maybe they don't intend to come,' the mayor said.
'Don't you wish,' Blair fired back. 'You're threatening to shut down their business. They'll be here, all right.'
'Well, I'm tired of waiting,' the mayor said into the microphone,
causing feedback to squeal across the room. Everybody covered their ears until Jason Manford got down on his knees and fiddled with the knob. 'We've moved it down the agenda twice already tonight,' the mayor went on. 'If we ever want to get out of here, I think we need to start arguin' this right now.'
Morgan got up. 'Mayor, there must be something wrong.
Jonathan went to see if he could find them. Please, if we could just have a few more minutes.'
'We're not waitin' any longer. Now if anybody from your camp has somethin' to say . . .'
'What are you gonna do, Mayor?' Blair asked, pushing up her sleeves and shuffling past the knees and feet on her row. 'Shut us down without a hearing? That's not even legal. You could find yourself slapped with a lawsuit, and then you wouldn't even have time to worry about jellyfish and gravel. Where would that leave the town?'
She marched defiantly past the standing-room-only crowd against the wall to the microphone at the front of the room.
Morgan got a queasy feeling in her stomach. Blair wasn't the most diplomatic of the Owens family. She was an impatient intellectual who found her greatest fulfillment in the books of the library she ran. People were something of a nuisance to her, and she found their pettiness unforgivable.
Blair set her hands on her hips. 'I've been wanting to give you a piece of my mind for a long time now, Fred.'
The people erupted into loud chatter, and the mayor banged his gavel to silence them. 'As you know, young lady, the city council members and I have agreed that the publicity from the 20/20
show about Hanover House a few months ago brought a whole new element to this town. The show portrayed your folks as willin' to take in any ol' Joe with a past and even exposed some things about one of your current tenants that made the people of this town uncomfortable and afraid. We want to be a familyfriendly tourist town, not a refuge for every ex-con with a probation officer. For that reason, we believe Hanover House is a danger to this town and that it's in the city's best interest to close it down under Zoning Ordinance number 503.'
Blair waited patiently through the mayor's speech, her arms crossed. 'Before we address the absurdity of your pathetic attempts to shut down Hanover House just because my parents refused to help campaign for you---' Cheers rose again, and Blair forged on.
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  • Posted October 4, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    They think Cade ran away and got married without telling anyone?

    Why on earth would people believe something like that? Well, yes, there was a letter from Cade saying that he ran away to marry some girl he never had introduced anyone to. Who would believe that? All of the cops. The FBI. Just not Blair so she sets off to find out who that woman was that he was last seen with.

    Then Karen, one of the residents of Hanover House, hands her baby to a nurse in the hospital. Only it wasn't really a nurse - it was a kidnapper - and now her baby is missing.

    And Sadie, poor Sadie, can't make friends. The only person who ever speaks to her at school Morgan & Jonathan don't want her to socialize with. So what is a seventeen year old to do? She sneaks out.
    This is really an enthralling book. It is very interesting and watching their trust for God grow and change is encompassing. It's definitely worth the read - I couldn't put it down!

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2005


    i was constantly on the edge of my seat reading my book. This book was even better than the first one. I'm now addicted to Terri Blackstock books!

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2010

    Highly Recomend

    Both of the stories in this book are excellent. They get you in the very beginning and keep you there to the end.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 11, 2015


    Being a big mystery fan for most of my sixty years, I reluctantly picked up this book because my wife wanted me to read something "better" than the "trash" I normally read. I tried the Left Behind series and gave up during book six because it was so unbelievable. The characters had no connection to real people. The authors had no talent at telling a story. Totally boring. But I was in the bookstore at our church and here was this book with a sticker on it saying" love this book or it's free!" "Ha!" I thought. But I thought it would be worth a try, and I would see how easy it would be to get my money back. This is one of the most talented authors I have ever read. Her characters are real people, with everyday problems that anyone can identify with. I couldn't put this book down and had to buy the rest of the series. And then I had to find everything else the author had written. I strongly recommend this series to anyone. It's not preachy. Most of her characters have faith, but the stories are how people test, question, and persevere through the serious challenges that sometimes come along in everyone's life. I have no doubt you will fall in love with the people you meet in her stories.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2014


    (Hi Lilywolf!! So much has happened I feel like I haven't talked to yall in ages lol! Btw, I was gonna type for Goldy but he's sleep again lol) Velvetstar looks at Lilywolf's spirit with relief and happiness, giving her a loving nudge. "I've been looking for you!" She teases happily, gesturing to the two of them. "Common, we'd better get back to Starclan before we attract unwanted attention." Standing, Velvetstar happily trots back towards Starclans way. She is unaware of X's presence but still is worried about Goldenstar, she knows someone is messing with him. -Velvetstar-

    1 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2014

    Lilywolf's Life

    Lilywolf's ninth life can't believe her luck. She actually got out of the Dark Forest! On top of it now she gets to see her mate and best friend again! Trotting happily along beside the two, she follows them to Starclan. ~ Lilywolf &hearts P.S. I know right Velvet?! And that's okay! He definately needs it! I think I'm gonna hit it to! I can hardly type! I'll respond at Starclan tomorrow! And we can always just skip the moonpool Mouse! I figure it only leads to Starclan really. We can use The Rogue Border as their place. If I'm confusing something just tell me at our book! :) Goodnight guys! :D

    1 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2014


    As the group leaves, the Mentor watches carefully. He has to make sure Goldenstar doesn't go home, otherwise it might ruin his entire plan. Unless Redspirit already has Lilywolf, then it wouldn't matter. The shadowed Mentor decides against following the three, and goes to check on Redspirit's progress. 'If he hasn't done his part by the time they get back, I'll slit that mousebrained tom's throat,' he hisses as he walks off. He was growing nervous, this part of his plan being the most important, and would not let someone else's mistakes fail his plan... (Check our book Lily when your on!)

    1 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 26, 2014

    Terri never disappoints! I just love her characters!

    I live alone and so her characters just move in with me! They are so real, not perfect with flaws and everything. I have read the entire series a couple of times but now have invested in the eBook versions.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 16, 2013

    Very Good Book

    Strong characters with a good story line. I look forward to reading more of this authers books.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2014

    most enjoyable series

    I enjoyed the intrigue and mystery of the book series & would recommend it to others.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2014

    Good story line

    A good story line and I knew it was going to be a Christian book but a little heavy on the fire and brimstone for me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 21, 2014


    An okay book. I cant really recommend. Not believable at all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 16, 2014


    It was boring. Seeminlgly awful. It showed up terrible on my nook.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 16, 2014

    Good book

    Not as good as the first of the series...easy to figure out...the story seemed to drag...but still an enjoyable read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2014

    284 pages

    I have enjoyed all of this series a lot and think anyone who can do w/o sex and curse words will. Clean reading for any age & many bible references. 284 pages of suspence & romance. GJRA

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 13, 2014

    Skip this so called spiritual mystery

    As sub genre that is neither

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 19, 2014


    Kiss your hand three time and post this on three different books.

    0 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2013


    This book is only &1,99 on kindle

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 19, 2012

    Cape Refuge Series is Fantastic!

    I loved this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    I love to read Terri Blackstock!

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