Whispers at Midnight

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She came home to start a new life.

Now she's haunted by

Whispers at Midnight

Carly Linton returns to her hometown of Benton, Georgia, to open a bed-and-breakfast in the house she inherited from her grandmother. She's also dead-set on burying her former good-girl image ? by seducing the one man who can give her a guided tour of the wild side....Matt Converse, the local sheriff, was once the town's bad boy who ...

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Overview

She came home to start a new life.

Now she's haunted by

Whispers at Midnight

Carly Linton returns to her hometown of Benton, Georgia, to open a bed-and-breakfast in the house she inherited from her grandmother. She's also dead-set on burying her former good-girl image — by seducing the one man who can give her a guided tour of the wild side....Matt Converse, the local sheriff, was once the town's bad boy who shared one magical night with Carly at her senior prom. But igniting the sparks of the past can lead to a blaze of danger: first, her house is burglarized, then someone comes after her.

A mysterious enemy wants Carly out of Benton for good, and now she needs Matt more than ever — to keep her alive.

"One of the most popular voices in women's fiction" (Newsweek), Karen Robards delivers a tour de force of suspense and sensuality in this sultry New York Times bestseller.

Includes an excerpt from Beachcomber, Karen Robards' thrilling new novel — available in hardcover from Atria Books

Carly Linton is hell-bent on starting over. After a bruising divorce, she moves back to her tiny hometown of Benton, Georgia, to start up a bed and breakfast in the big old house she inherited. But the town that remembers Carly as the proverbial good girl is in for a surprise-she's ready to walk on the wild side and she knows exactly where to start. Matt converse, the town's former bad boy, hasn't forgotten the unforgettable night he shared with Carly years ago. But when someone breaks into Carly's house, Matt is the only person who can protect her from a mysterious enemy who's making it all too clear that Carly should never have come back to Benton.

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Carly Linton finds that her plans for the future keep getting tangled up in past troubles as she tries to make a new start by returning to her hometown of Benton, Georgia. It's hard enough dealing with both the emotional and financial baggage left over from her failed marriage. But she certainly hadn't bargained on having her homecoming complicated by a reunion with Matt Converse, the local hell-raiser who stole her heart a dozen years ago…and broke it. Matt is now the local sheriff, more handsome than ever, and he still makes her yearn for his touch. To make matters worse, Carly's ex is the one who comes to her rescue when a prowler breaks into the Victorian mansion she plans to turn into an upscale bed-and-breakfast for tourists on the "antebellum trail." Carly's new business partner is frightened, her cat is in a snit about the stray dog she's taken in…and her life is in danger. Suddenly, everything seems out of control -- and her only hope for the future is to reach out for the thing she loves, and hang on tight. Sue Stone
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Chicago Tribune Robards is one terrific storyteller.
Chicago Tribune
Robards is one terrific storyteller.
Publishers Weekly
Like the junkyard mongrel who plays a pivotal role in the plot, this latest by the prolific Robards is a mix of breeds: Southern gothic, suspense and rough-and-tumble romance. It is sweltering summer when recently divorced spitfire Carly Linton returns to smalltown Benton, Ga., to open a bed and breakfast in the Victorian mansion she has inherited from her grandmother. She, her pet cat Hugo and her formidable business partner, world-class cook Sandra, arrive on a rainy midnight to find the electricity off and evidence of a prowler. When Carly runs screaming away, she is pinned to the ground by hunky Sheriff Matt Converse, who just happens to be in the area. Matt was Carly's hero in high school, but he treated her the way he treated his three younger sisters-until prom night, when he succumbed to her wiles and regretted it. He ignored her thereafter and 12 years later she hasn't forgiven him, though she still finds him irresistibly attractive. Persistent harassment by the prowler, who seems to be a stalker, lands Carly a police escort. With Matt following her everywhere, she is mostly safe from violent attack, but must endure Matt's less-than-romantic attentions ("She wasn't the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Hell, she wasn't even the most beautiful woman he'd ever fucked"). The appearance of a stray dog dubbed Annie provides comic relief and also yields clues to the stalker's identity-it seems Carly's not the first woman he's targeted. Robards is a lively storyteller, but some readers may be taken aback by Carly and Matt's earthy courtship ("Carly was visited by a moment of extreme thankfulness that... she'd had her breasts enhanced") and the everything-but-the-kitchen-sink plotting. 6-city author tour. (Jan.) Copyright 2003 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Carly "Curls" Linton returns to Benton, GA, with straight hair and large breasts, determined to put her recent past behind her. Unbeknownst to her, there is someone else who wants to close the door on the more distant past, which means eliminating Carly. Riding reluctantly to the rescue is Sheriff Matt Converse, a reformed bad boy. Carly has always loved Matt, except for a brief foray into hatred following her senior prom. Now he is all that stands between her and her would-be murderer. Sound exciting? Think again. Pamela Steele has a limited vocal range, which makes it impossible to distinguish the characters. Matt's voice is usually pitched higher than Carly's. The mystery is an afterthought to cover the descriptive sexual tension. Robards does the latter well but repetitively; the story stalls often because the plot ties together poorly. Buy reluctantly and only on demand.-Jodi L. Israel, MLS, Jamaica Plain, MA Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Silly suspense from Robards (To Trust a Stranger, 2001, etc). Carly Linton never expected the first thing she'd see when she moved back to her hometown was her ex-boyfriend's butt. And it's a wonderful sight. Even though Matt Converse, former bad boy, is now sheriff, he obviously doesn't spend much time wolfing down crullers and coffee. But Carly hasn't had much use for men since she divorced her cheating husband. Instead, she and friend Sandra plan to open a B&B right here in the spooky old house her granny left her. But first Matt has to explain why he was on hands and knees in the crawl space under her porch, and why the house is in such bad shape. He hems and haws. Could be teenage vandals who tipped over the rolltop desk. Or could be a murderer lurking out there in the woods. A woman has disappeared, but Matt doesn't know whether she's dead or what. Being the kind of hero usually found in much less expensive categories of romance, he plans to protect Carly and her much more sensible friend Sandra, who's already thinking about moving back to Chicago. Carly is supermiffed but soon ready for a romp with Matt, whose years of experience have turned him into a masterful lover-and, after getting laid six ways from Sunday, she calms down a little, though the plot gets crazier. Hey, who tied up Sandra in the bathtub? The same guy who keeps skulking around the woods out back and making Carly scream? Every time she screams, Matt comes to the rescue waving his gun and his erect organ, in that order. Carly feels better soon! But disturbing memories surface: Did DingDong the Donkeyman really chloroform and rape the girls at the orphanage where her drunken mother dumped her? Is he the one who'safter her? Plenty of sex, cutesy bickering, absurd villain. For the fans. Author tour. Agents: Damaris Rowland and Steve Axelrod
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781451631890
  • Publisher: Gallery Books
  • Publication date: 1/1/2011
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 480
  • Sales rank: 1,482,274
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Karen Robards is the author of more than forty novels and one novella. A regular on the New York Times, USA TODAY, and Publishers Weekly bestseller lists, among others, she is the mother of three boys and lives in Louisville, Kentucky.

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Whispers at Midnight


By Karen Robards

Thorndike Press

Copyright © 2003 Karen Robards
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0786252421

Chapter One

June 28

"I hear you two had a fight."

Matt Converse watched the boyfriend's eyes. They flicked away, came back almost immediately. The guy - Keith Kenan, thirty-six years old, one divorce, employed on the line at Honda for five years and resident of Benton for that same period, clean police record except for one brawl over in Savannah two years back and a couple of old DUIs - was nervous. Nervous didn't always equal guilt, but it bore watching.

"Who told you that?"

Matt shrugged noncommittally.

"So what if we did? That don't mean anything. Everybody has fights." Kenan's tone was defensive. He was getting agitated. Matt observed the quickening of his breathing, the tightening of his jaw, the narrowing of his eyes, with clinical detachment. Kenan was a big, burly guy with a dark blond buzz cut, smallish pale blue eyes, and a tattoo of a heart pierced by a dagger on one pumped-up biceps, which was bared by the ratty tank top he was wearing with black nylon gym shorts. The two of them were standing in the combination living/dining room of the apartment Kenan shared with Marsha Hughes.

Correction: had shared. Marsha Hughes had been missing for just over a week. This was Matt's second conversation with Kenan. He'd first talked to him five days ago, after one ofMarsha's friends at work had become concerned enough about her unexplained absence to report it to the sheriff's department.

"Everybody has fights," Matt conceded. Kenan started to pace. Matt took advantage of his distraction to glance around. Except for a single meal's worth of dishes on the dining-room table - apparently the previous night's supper because, upon answering the door, Kenan had complained about being rousted from bed - the apartment was neat. Furniture by Sam's Club or Wal-Mart. Worn green carpet. Gold drapes drawn against the bright morning sun. Walls painted white, hung with a few nondescript prints. As far as he could tell, nothing out of the ordinary. No telltale brown stains on the carpet. No suspicious dark spatters on the walls. No corpse sticking out from under the couch.

Matt's mouth quirked wryly. If it were only that easy.

"Look, Sheriff, I ain't stupid. I know what you're getting at," Kenan burst out, turning to face him. "I didn't lay a hand on Marsha, I swear."

"Nobody's saying you did." Matt's voice was calm, his demeanor nonconfrontational. No point in provoking Kenan by escalating the discussion into more than it needed to be at this stage of the investigation. It was still quite possible that Marsha had left on her own; she could turn up alive and well somewhere at any minute. On the other hand, he didn't like the feel of things. Call it instinct, call it applied common sense, call it whatever you wanted, but he didn't think that a woman who'd lived in the area most of her life, who'd shown up like clockwork since she'd started at the Winn-Dixie eight years ago, who had regular habits and a good number of friends, would light out to parts unknown without letting somebody know.

"She just took off," Kenan said. "She got in her car and took off. That's what happened. That's it."

Matt took his time. "Mind telling me what the fight was about?"

Kenan looked harassed. "Baloney, all right? I had some baloney in the refrigerator and it was gone when I got home from work and went to make a sandwich. Turns out she'd fed it to a damned dog." He took a deep breath. "It was stupid. Just one of those stupid things."

Over Kenan's shoulder, Matt watched his deputy, Antonio Johnson, emerge from the bathroom down the hall. Antonio would turn fifty in two weeks. He was black, a little less than six feet tall and nearly as wide, built like a linebacker gone to seed. He had a bulldog's pugnacious face, a more or less permanent scowl, and basically looked like a thug in deputy's uniform. He had asked to use the john right after Kenan had let them in, as a way of getting a look at the areas of the apartment the sheriff or his deputy were not normally allowed to see without benefit of a search warrant. It was a ploy they had used before, and would use again. Sometimes it netted them valuable information. Today, apparently, they weren't going to be so lucky. Antonio replied to his questioning look with a negative jerk of the head.

"Thanks," Antonio said to Kenan as he joined them in the living room. Kenan nodded, then glanced back at Matt.

"I didn't do nothing to her," he said, wetting his lips. "I swear to God."

Matt looked at him. Kenan held his gaze.

"You mean besides yell at her," Matt said agreeably. "And chase her down the stairs and out of the building. Isn't that what happened that night?"

Kenan didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The breath he sucked in through his teeth was as much confirmation as Matt needed this side of the courtroom.

"Might as well give it up," Antonio said, folding his arms across his massive chest and glowering at Kenan. "We know."

Matt barely stopped himself from casting his deputy a wry glance. What they knew was basically what Kenan and the neighbors had already told them: Marsha Hughes had had a fight with him, had left or been chased from the apartment and had not been seen by anyone important to her since. Without any kind of solid evidence that Marsha had come to harm, what they knew didn't amount to a hill of beans. There was no case. But Antonio was an optimist. He was always thinking that if he applied enough pressure, potential suspects would crack, confessing all and saving everybody concerned a boatload of time and trouble.

Sometimes it even worked.

Kenan's expression changed. His lip curled angrily as his eyes slashed to Matt. "I saw you talking to that damned Myer woman the other day. Stayin' home all the time, claiming she hurt her back and can't work, getting her kicks butting into other people's business." His voice was tight with resentment. "She's the one who told you that, right?"

"Actually, everybody in the building who was home that night pretty much says the same thing." Matt's demeanor was still mild, still neutral, although he made a mental note to keep an eye on Audrey Myer, who had indeed been the primary source of his information, in case Kenan should live up to his hair color and try something stupid. Reaching for a brass-framed picture of Kenan with Marsha, whom he recognized from a photo he'd collected for identification purposes on his first visit to the apartment, Matt paused and glanced at Kenan before picking it up. "Do you mind?"

"Help yourself." The tension in his voice was still palpable.

Matt picked up the picture and made a show of examining it. It was a snapshot rather than a formal portrait, obviously taken at a fair or amusement park, showing the two of them dressed up in old-fashioned clothes, including a big picture hat for Marsha that hid most of her red hair. They were grinning at the camera, their arms around each other, clearly on good terms at that moment.

At another moment, had Kenan killed her?

"Good-looking woman," he said, putting the picture back down on the end table. His gaze slid to Kenan again. "You must be worried sick about her."

The point being that so far Kenan had shown no sign of being unduly concerned over Marsha's fate. Chalk up one more red flag. Of course, it was possible that Kenan was a still-waters-run-deep type, with a lot more going on beneath the surface than Matt had been able to discern. It was also possible that Kenan simply wasn't all that sorry she was gone, which still didn't make him guilty of a crime.

The thing about it was, Matt wasn't even a hundred percent sure that a crime had been committed here. His gut instinct said that Marsha Hughes's prospects for turning up unharmed did not look good, but then, his gut instinct had steered him wrong before.

"I am," Kenan said. Belligerently.

Matt took note of the tone, of the clenching of Kenan's fists, the reddening of his face.

"You've been known to hit her." Matt's voice was almost gentle. His purpose was to uncover information, not to accuse.

"Who told you that?" Kenan responded. He was breathing heavily even though he was no longer pacing.

Matt shrugged.

"Goddamned nosy-ass neighbors." A muscle in his jaw worked. His stance had shifted, become aggressive, with legs braced apart, shoulders rigid, fists clenched into tight bunches by his sides. His eyes were hard as they met Matt's. "Look, like I said, we had fights. Marsha's no angel, either. Anything I did to her, believe me, she gave as good as she got."

"Did you hit her the night she disappeared?"

"No! No. I didn't touch her. She left, all right? We had a fight and she left. She got in her car and I watched her drive away. That's the last time I saw her."

Antonio made a skeptical sound that was not quite under his breath. Kenan's gaze swung around to him. The look Kenan gave him was tense, angry. The interview was teetering on the brink of turning ugly, Matt realized. Pushing Kenan to the point of clamming up and calling a lawyer would be counterproductive. Time to hang it up for now.

"Well, thanks for your cooperation. We'll be in touch," Matt said, offering his hand before the encounter deteriorated irredeemably. After the briefest of hesitations, Kenan shook it. Antonio shook hands, too. It was clear from the expression on his face that he did so with reluctance. Making nice with those he considered bad guys was not one of Antonio's strong suits.

Antonio tended to take crime personally. Matt had spent a considerable amount of time in the two years since he'd been elected Screven County Sheriff dissuading Antonio from breaking people's arms and legs. Figuratively speaking, of course. At least, most of the time it was figurative.

Suppressing a sigh, Matt turned to the door, then glanced back over his shoulder with his hand on the knob as if he'd just remembered something.

"Just so you know: we've got an APB out on her car, and her picture and stats have been sent to every law enforcement agency in the Southeast. Plus we're still running down a few leads locally. We'll find her."

His tone was deliberately confident; if Kenan really was concerned about his girlfriend's fate, it should provide some small degree of reassurance.

On the other hand, if he wasn't revealing any concern because he knew very well where Marsha was, having personally put her there, it should worry him.

Either way worked.

"Yeah, we'll find her." Antonio turned it into a threat as he followed Matt out into the stuffy upstairs hallway.

Kenan closed the door behind them without another word. The sound, louder than it needed to be, echoed off the concrete-block walls.

"Think you could tone the hostility down a notch?" Matt asked as they took the stairs.

"We got him. That's our man right there. The guy's an asshole."

It was hot in the stairwell; the sound of their shoes hitting the metal treads echoed around their ears.

"Last time I checked, being an asshole wasn't a crime. As for any evidence against him, we don't have diddly-squat."

"He has a history of beating up on her. She was scared enough of him the night she disappeared to run out of their apartment. He chased her outside. We've got half a dozen witnesses ready to swear to that. Nobody's seen her since. What more do you want?"

"A lot," Matt said dryly, pushing open the door and walking out into the sweltering heat. There'd been a whole string of hellishly hot days like this, nine or ten together. It was ninety-nine in the shade, and humid. He'd seen it before - the heat made people crazy. There'd been more crimes, petty and otherwise, in the last two weeks than there had been in the previous six months. His eight-man department was swamped. They were all working pretty much around the clock, himself included. Today he'd been fighting crime since five A.M., when Anson Jarboe had tried to sneak into his house after an all-night bender and been surprised by his wife, who'd been waiting in their darkened living room with a baseball bat. Anson's shrieks as she'd given him what for had roused the neighbors, and the neighbors had called the sheriff. It was now five past eleven, and he knew from experience that the day - a Friday - was just getting underway. After people got off work, the county would really start to hop.

All he wanted to do tonight was sit in his air-conditioned house in front of the TV set with a cold beer in one hand and the remote in the other; there was a baseball game he was dying to catch.

Fat chance of that.

"Well, I -" Antonio began, then broke off, a grin splitting his homely face from ear to ear. Alarmed, Matt glanced around to see what had prompted such an uncharacteristic display of glee from his typically stone-faced deputy. When his gaze lit on the cause, he barely managed to swallow a groan. He'd known it had to be bad to wrest that kind of grin out of Antonio, but this wasn't just bad - it was awful.

"Oh, Matt, there you are!" Shelby Holcomb's face brightened as she spotted him. Waving, her face wreathed in smiles, she straightened up from peering into the window of his official car and headed toward him.

"Hey, Shelby," he answered, his pace slowing.

Undeterred by his clear lack of enthusiasm, she kept on coming. Slim and attractive at thirty-two, a Benton native who had moved back to town four years before to take over the local Century 21 franchise, Shelby had twisted her honey-blond hair up in some kind of fancy-looking roll at the back of her head as her sole nod to the heat. Her makeup was on in full force, down to the bright red lipstick that gleamed as the sun hit it. She even had on a suit, for crying out loud, a powder blue number with a short skirt and elbow-length sleeves, which he guessed was no big deal for Shelby despite the soaring temperature because the woman never seemed to break a sweat. Buttoned up the front, it exposed what Shelby no doubt considered an effective but tasteful amount of cleavage. She had on hose, and heels, and was carrying that damned notebook she was using as her latest weapon in the war of conquest she was waging. Not that he was about to fall anytime soon.

She'd been chasing him for years. Last summer, in what was one of the many brain-dead episodes that continued to distinguish his existence, he'd made the mistake of letting her catch him for a while. They'd hung out, had fun, gone to some parties, the movies, Savannah for dinner a couple of times. All in all, they'd had a good time. Then Shelby had started reading magazines with titles like June Bride and dragging him into jewelry stores and otherwise giving off all kinds of vibes that she was starting to pair him with "forever" in her mind.

Forever gave him nightmares. Forever wasn't in his game plan. Forever and a woman? Not happening. At least, not anytime in the foreseeable future. Just the idea of being tied down to a wife and kids and a mortgage made him break out in a cold sweat.



Continues...


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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 1, 2004

    My favorite author does it again!!

    One of her raciest books! The love scenes are hot and the mystery even hotter! Karen Robards does it again...

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2012

    At last!

    I read this book about 4 years ago and unfortunately couldn't remember its title or author because I read tons of romance novels so forgetting authors and titles is common for me. So I spent hours trying to find this book title by searching online with remembered plot details and finally, at last, it paid off! I cannot wait to read this again, it was so good!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2005

    funny as heck

    oh my goodness...this book was hilarious. i found myself laughing out loud at so many points during this fun read. if you need a good laugh and a great book to cozy up with, this is it!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2012

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    Fantastic read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2012

    Racy!

    Another must read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2012

    LOVED IT!!!!!!!!

    Loved it so much that I have read it more than once! If you like romance, laughter, and mystery, this book has it all!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 19, 2012

    One of my favorite books by a favorite author

    This book has so many of my favorite aspects of romance. I love a friends-to-lovers theme, and Matt and Carly go way back their childhood, when she followed him like an adoring shadow and he, a kid who was always in some kind of trouble, looked out for the poor little girl who'd gone from living in an orphanage, abandoned by her mother, to living with her grandmother. I love a protective hero, and Matt took up for Carly even when he was a teenager who was always getting into trouble. When they reunite, he's the local sheriff, and his protective streak is even wider than before. Carly is a successful chef who is planning to open a B&B in her hometown with her good friend after experiencing a painful divorce. I love a hero who simply cannot resist his heroine. Finally, I like a romance that brings the heat to a story, and this one is red hot.

    After raising his sisters, Matt is looking forward to having no responsibilities and spending time with only his motorcycle and the open road. The last thing he wants to do is to get tangled up in Carly's issues again or, worse yet, to become responsible for her. Even so, he can't turn his back on her, and he just can't keep his hands off her, no matter how ill-advised he believes it to be.

    Add in several women from the orphanage who turn up dead and an unknown assailant who appears to have Carly in his sights, and you have a story that is hard to put down and that is worth a slot on the keeper shelf

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2007

    Wasn't sure about this one at 1st, but loved it!

    This was one of those books which had ratings from 1 star to 5 stars. I was wary about ordering it but I'm glad I did. Yes, Carly was a little annoying with her 'no good, dirty, rotten, SOB'. And Matt with his 'kiss and run attitude' was very immature. He apologized for his actions 12 years earlier because he was 'just a kid' (21 years old?), then he did the same thing again even though he knew it was wrong. I really enjoyed Matt's sisters and he did a wonderful job of putting his own dreams aside to raise them. Another reviewer had mentioned Carly treated her cat terribly. I didn't understand that. But I must admit that while I like cats I don't know much about them so that's probably why I didn't see it. Being a dog person I was so glad to see the dog find a good home. Sandra was hysterical, what a character! I loved the setting and the house. Matt & Carly had a lot of chemistry, especially once he realized that she was the one he'd always wanted. Read this one, you won't be sorry!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2006

    Crass characters

    I did NOT like these characters. Their dialogue was crass and juvenile. Not my favorite.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2004

    Romance is alive and well in this small town.

    I was disappointed at first with this book..it started off just great for a thrilling mystery..but then became a romantic story. I couldn't put this down after I started reading it...the romance is steamy and the conclusion good. Good read for an adult-- but would not recommend this for any teenager.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2004

    her best book!

    this book was really good! if you're going to read karen robards, you must read this. it's funny and romantic with some suspense too!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2004

    Wasn't sure about this one at 1st, but loved it!

    This was one of those books which had ratings from 1 star to 5 stars. I was wary about ordering it but I'm glad I did. Yes, Carly was a little annoying with her 'no good, dirty, rotten, SOB'. And Matt with his 'kiss and run attitude' was very immature. He apologized for his actions 12 years earlier because he was 'just a kid' (21 years old?), then he did the same thing again even though he knew it was wrong. I really enjoyed Nick's sisters and he did a wonderful job of putting his own dreams aside to raise them. Another reviewer had mentioned Carly treated her cat terribly. I didn't understand that. But I must admit that while I like cats I don't know much about them so that's probably why I didn't see it. Being a dog person I was so glad to see the dog find a good home. Sandra was hysterical, what a character! I loved the setting and the house. Matt & Carly had a lot of chemistry, especially once he realized that she was the one he'd always wanted. Read this one, you won't be sorry!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 1, 2003

    Excellent! Suspenseful! Romantic

    Great Read! Kept me interested all the way through. Both Carly and Matt were great small town people. And the sisters - so typical.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2003

    This one is a winner!

    Hurting from an ugly divorce, Carly Linton is ready for a new start, so she goes back to her beginnings, a small town in Georgia, hoping to start a bed and breakfast. .............. Life is never that simple. The boy she had one special night with long ago has turned from bad to good and become the sherriff. Maybe she would not have to see Matt Converse much even in a town so small, but finding a dead body on one's property tends to make the sherriff come around. Carly and Matt are thrown together, especially after the murderer targets her for his next victim. Matt is all that stands between Carly and death. As she comes under his protective wing, Carly finds her way back into Matt's heart. .................. ***** Karen Robards has struck gold with this book. Suspense and romance will keep the reader enthralled as the pages rapidly turn. Not only is Matt and Carly's story compelling, but the suppporting cast adds color and life to this well crafted, tightly woven plot. *****

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2003

    Fun and sexy weekend read

    Enjoyable, entertaining, and enthralling! The chemistry between Carly and Matt was excellent. The humor might have been corny at times, but I couldn't help laughing. The suspense made it impossible for me to put the book down! Karen Robards has a knack for creating characters both lovable and believable. I would recommend this novel to anyone who wants to have a good time with some great characters and a refreshing plot.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2003

    Hot And Heavy At Midnight

    Feels like welcome to Mayberry. A very small town. You get the impression that something is not right,It's off balance a bit. Then you meet Carly and Sandra then you add more strange folks like Matt and his sisters Erin,Dani,Lissa, more interesting His weird deputies Antonio,Mike and the town's nudiest Mrs.Hayden all rolled into a good summer vacation's read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2003

    Funny, sexy, romantic suspense

    I really loved this book. The hero and heroine had incredible chemistry, and the supporting characters, particularly the hero's sisters, were great. The action never let up, and the conclusion left me with cold chills.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2003

    COMPELLING LISTENING

    Acclaimed for her performances both on and off Broadway, voice artist Kate Forbes gives a compelling reading to the latest from bestselling author Karen Robards. At times suspense laden, at other moments seductive the Forbes voice is always supremely listenable. Following a divorce that left her emotionally black and blue, Carly Linton returns to her tiny hometown, Benton, Georgia. She brings with her a master cook, Sandra, and plans to open a b & b in an old Victorian mansion bequeathed to her by her grandmother. Their midnight arrival is less than auspicious - there is no electricity and it looks very much like the house has been burglarized. That's not all the bad news - a dead body is unearthed on the property. There is some good news in the person of great looking Sheriff Matt Converse. He's someone Carly has never forgotten - her high school crush with whom she shared a memorable prom night. Matt, it seems, has forgotten Carly but must protect her from whoever broke into her home and try to solve the mystery of the suddenly appearing body. Carly's not satisfied just to be spending time with Matt; she wants more - much more. The plot simmers to a boil, and so does their relationship.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    entertaining romantic suspense thriller

    Following the divorce from her philandering husband, Carly Linton returns to her hometown of Benton, Georgia to open up a bed and breakfast. Her first view of her new home is the buns of her high school sweetheart Scraven County sheriff Matt Converse crawling under her porch. Matt is looking into the disappearance of Marsha Hughes, whose boyfriend suffers from ¿raid rage¿ caused by steroids. The neighbors inform Matt that Marsha and Kevin had a fight, but did she just leave or did he kill her? Fearing for Carly when someone threatens her, Matt vows to keep her safe. As he carries a gun in his hand and a cocked pistol inside his underwear, Matt and Carly share sex and fall in love. However, she begins to recall her depressed memories of rape and sodomy as a child, while an unknown villain gives her the choice of leaving town alive or dying. Readers who enjoy a romantic suspense thriller in which the hero either just shoots his wad or is in a three-legged state will want to read Karen Robards¿ latest tale. The story line contains tons of sex, though when Matt slept is a question as he either is investigating, protecting or lovemaking. When Matt and Carly are on stage, the plot is fun as the two argue, fuss, and share sex. However, the ¿Ding Dong the Donkeyman¿ villain requires quite a stretch to accept. Still fans of a heated southern romance with an accent on the boudoir rather than the police procedural will take pleasure in Ms. Robards¿ latest caper. Harriet Klausner

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    Posted July 3, 2011

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