A novel of suspense, family ties, and twisted passions from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Obsession...
The Bodine ranch and resort in western Montana is a family business, an idyllic spot for vacationers. A little over thirty thousand acres and home to four generations, it’s kept running by Bodine Longbow with the help of a large staff, including new hire Callen Skinner. There was another member of the family once: Bodine’s aunt, Alice, who ran off before Bodine was born. She never returned, and the Longbows don’t talk about her much. The younger ones, who never met her, quietly presume she’s dead. But she isn’t. She is not far away, part of a new family, one she never choseand her mind has been shattered…
When a bartender leaves the resort late one night, and Bo and Cal discover her battered body in the snow, it’s the first sign that danger lurks in the mountains that surround them. The police suspect Cal, but Bo finds herself trusting himand turning to him as another woman is murdered and the Longbows are stunned by Alice’s sudden reappearance. The twisted story she has to tell about the pastand the threat that follows in her wakewill test the bonds of this strong family, and thrust Bodine into a darkness she could never have imagined.
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About the Author
NORA ROBERTS is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels, including Year One, Come Sundown, The Obsession, The Liar, and many more. She is also the author of the bestselling In Death series written under the pen name J.D. Robb. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print. She lives in Maryland.
Date of Birth:1950
Place of Birth:Silver Spring, Maryland
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By Nora Roberts
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— Present Day —
Dawn bloomed, pink as a rose, tinting the snow-drenched mountains with delicate color. Elk bugled as they swam through mists on their morning pilgrimage, and the rooster crowed his insistent alarm.
Savoring the last of her coffee, Bodine Longbow stood at the kitchen door to look and listen to what she considered the perfect start of a November day.
The only thing that could make it better was one additional hour. Since childhood she's wished for a twenty-five-hour day, had even written down all she could accomplish with just sixty minutes more.
Since Earth's rotation didn't accommodate her, she made up for it, rarely sleeping beyond five-thirty. When dawn broke, she had already completed her morning workout — a precise sixty minutes — showered, groomed, dressed for the day, checked e-mails and texts, eaten a breakfast of yogurt, which she was trying to convince herself to like with granola that she didn't like any better than yogurt, while she checked her schedule on her tablet.
Since her schedule already lived in her head, the check wasn't necessary. But Bodine believed in being thorough.
Now, with the predawn portion of the day in the bag, she could take a few moments to enjoy her morning latte — double espresso, whole milk, and a squirt of the caramel she promised her inner critic she'd wean herself off of eventually.
The rest of the household would pile in soon, her father and brothers from checking on the stock, getting the ranch hands going. Since it was Clementine's day off, Bodine knew her mother would sail into the kitchen, cheerfully and perfectly produce a Montana ranch breakfast. After feeding three men, Maureen would put the kitchen to rights before sailing off to the Bodine Resort where she served as the head of sales.
Maureen Bodine Longbow was a constant wonder to her daughter.
Not only was Bodine dead sure her mother didn't actively wish for that extra hour a day, she obviously didn't need it to get everything done, to maintain a solid marriage, help run two complex businesses — the ranch and the resort — while continuing to enjoy life to the fullest.
Even as she thought it, Maureen breezed in. Her short, roasted-chestnut hair crowned a face pretty as rosebud. Lively green eyes smiled at Bodine.
"Morning, my baby."
"Morning. You look great."
Maureen skimmed a hand down a narrow hip and the trim, forest green dress. "I've got meetings on top of meetings today. Gotta make an impression."
She slid open the old barn door that led to the pantry, took a white butcher's apron from the hook.
Not that a pop of bacon grease would dare to land on that dress, Bodine thought.
"Make me one of those lattes, would you?" Maureen asked as she fastened the apron. "Nobody makes them as good as you."
"Sure. I've got a meeting straight off this morning with Jessie," Bodine said, referring to the resort's events manager of three months, Jessica Baazov. "About Linda-Sue Jackson's wedding. Linda-Sue's coming in at ten."
"Mmm. Your daddy tells me Roy Jackson's crying in his beer over the cost of marrying off his girl, but I know for a fact Linda-Sue's ma's determined to pull out every stop, and then some. She'd send that girl down the aisle to a celestial chorus of angels if we could provide it."
Bodine meticulously steamed the milk for the latte. "For the right price, Jessie'd probably manage it."
"She's working out real well, isn't she?" With an enormous skillet on the eight-burner range, Maureen began frying up bacon. "I like that girl."
"You like everybody." Bodine handed her mother the latte.
"Life's happier if you do. If you look for it, you can find something good about anybody."
"Adolf Hitler," Bodine challenged.
"Well, being what he was, he gave us a line in the sand most never want to cross again. That's a good thing."
"Nobody's like you, Mom." Bodine bent from her superior height — she'd passed her mother's five-three at twelve, and had kept going another five inches — kissed Maureen's cheek. "I've got enough time to set the table for you before I go."
"Oh, honey, you need breakfast, too."
"I had some yogurt."
"You hate that stuff."
"I only hate it when I'm eating it, and it's good for me."
Maureen sighed, lifting the bacon out to drain, adding more. "I swear, sometimes I think you're a better ma to yourself than I ever was."
"Best mom ever," Bodine countered, taking a stack of the everyday plates from the cabinet.
She heard the racket seconds before the back door opened. The men in her life piled in along with a pair of dogs.
"Mind you wipe your boots."
"Oh, now, Reenie, as if we'd forget." Sam Longbow took off his hat — nobody ate at Maureen's table wearing a hat.
He stood six-three, most of it leg, a raw-boned, handsome man with silver wings sweeping through his black hair, with character lines fanning out from the corners of deep brown eyes.
He had a crooked left incisor, which Bodine thought added charm to his smile.
Chase, two years Bodine's senior hung his cattleman's hat on the peg, shrugged out of his barn jacket. He'd gotten his height and build from his father — all the Longbow siblings had — but in face and in coloring, he favored his mother.
Rory, three years her junior, combined the two with deep brown hair, lively green eyes in a twenty-two-year-old version of Sam Longbow's face.
"Can you make enough for one more, Mom?"
Maureen arched her eyebrows at Chase. "I can always make enough for one more. Who's the one?"
"I asked Cal to breakfast."
"Well, set another plate," Maureen ordered. "It's been too long since Callen Skinner's been at our table."
Chase nodded at Bodine, headed to the coffee machine. "Got here last night. He's settling into the shack, like we talked about. A hot breakfast'll help that along."
While Chase downed black coffee, Rory added generous doses of milk and sugar to his own. "He doesn't look like some Hollywood cowboy."
"A disappointment to our youngest," Sam said as he washed his hands in the farmhouse sink. "Rory hoped he'd walk around with jangling spurs, a silver band around his hat and polished-up boots."
"Didn't have any of them." Rory snagged some bacon. "Doesn't look much different than when he left. Older, I guess."
"Not a full year older than me. Save some of that bacon for the rest of us," Chase added.
"I've got more," Maureen said placidly and lifted her face when Sam bent down to kiss her.
"You look pretty as a candy box, Reenie. Smell just as pretty, too."
"I've got a morning full of meetings."
"Speaking of meetings." Bodine checked her watch. "I have to go."
"Oh, honey, can't you stay to say hey to Callen? You haven't seen that boy in near to ten years."
Eight years, Bodine thought, and had to admit she was curious to see him again. But ... "I just can't, sorry. I'll see him around — and you, too," she said, kissing her father. "Rory, I need to go over some things with you at the office."
"I'll be there, boss."
She snorted at that, aimed for the mudroom where she'd already put her packed-for-the-day briefcase. "Snow's coming by afternoon," she called, bundling into her coat, hat, scarf, and, pulling on gloves, walked out into the cold morning.
She was running a minute behind, so she walked briskly to her truck. She'd known Callen was coming back, had been at the family meeting about hiring him on as head horseman for the ranch.
He'd been Chase's closest friend as long as she could remember, and had wavered between being the bane of her existence to her first secret crush, back to bane, back to crush.
She couldn't quite remember which category he'd been in when he'd left Montana. Now, as she drove over the corrugated snowpack of the ranch road, it occurred to her he'd been younger than Rory when he'd left home.
About twenty, she calculated, no doubt pissed and frustrated at losing the bulk of his birthright. Land, she thought now, her father had bought from the Skinners when — if you said it politely — his father had fallen on hard times.
He'd fallen on hard times because he gambled any good times away. Dead crap as a gambler, she'd heard her father say once, and as addicted to it as some are to the bottle.
So with the land he'd surely loved down to less than fifty acres, the house, and a few outbuildings, Callen Skinner had set off to make his own way.
According to Chase, Cal had done just fine, ending up wrangling horses for the movies.
Now, with his father dead, his mother a widow, his sister married with a toddler and another baby on the way, he'd come back.
She'd heard enough to know that what Skinner land remained wasn't worth what was owed on it from mortgages and loans. And the house stood empty as Mrs. Skinner had moved in with her daughter and family in a pretty house in Missoula where Savannah and her husband owned a craft shop.
Bodine expected another meeting soon about buying the last fifty acres, and as she drove she weighed whether that parcel would work better for the ranch or resort.
Fix up the house, she mused, rent it to groups. Or for events. Smaller weddings, corporate parties, family reunions.
Or save that time and expense, tear it down, build from there.
She entertained herself with possibilities as she drove under the arching Bodine Resort sign with its shamrock logo.
She circled around, noting the lights on in the Trading Post as whoever caught the first shift prepared to open for the day. They had a trunk show this week with leather goods and crafts, and that would lure in some of the late-fall guests. Or with Rory's teams' marketing blast, draw in non-guests who'd stay for lunch at the Feed Bag.
She pulled up in front of the long, low building with its wide front porch that housed reception.
It always made her proud.
The resort was born before she was, at a gathering with her mother, her grandmother, and her great-grandmother — with her grandmother, Cora Riley Bodine, driving the train.
What had started as a bare-bones dude ranch had grown into a luxury resort that offered five-star cuisine, personalized service, adventure, pampering, events, entertainment, and more, all spread over more than thirty thousand acres, including the working ranch. And all, she thought as she got out of the truck, with the priceless beauty of western Montana.
She hurried inside where a couple of guests were enjoying coffee in front of the massive, roaring fire.
She caught the fall scents of pumpkin and cloves, approved, as she waved a hand toward the desk, intent on reaching to her office and getting organized. Detoured to the desk when Sal, the perky redhead Bodine had known since grade school, signaled her.
"Wanted you to know Linda-Sue just called to say she'd be a little late."
"She always is."
"Yeah, but this time she's saying it instead of just being it. She's going by to pick up her mother."
The solid foundation of Bodine's day suffered its first crack. "Her mother's coming to the meeting?"
"Sorry." Sal offered a sorrowful smile.
"That's mostly Jessie's problem, but thanks for the heads-up."
"Jessie's not in yet."
"That's all right, I'm early for the meeting."
"You always are," Sal called out as Bodine veered off, taking the turn that led back to the resort manager's office. Her office.
She liked the size of it. Big enough to hold meetings with staff or managers, small enough to keep those meetings intimate and personal.
She had a double window looking out on stone paths, a portion of the building that held the Feed Bag and the more exclusive Dining Hall, and fields rolling toward the mountains.
She had deliberately arranged her grandmother's old desk with her back to that window, avoiding distractions. She had two high-backed leather chairs that had once graced the office in the ranch house, and a small sofa — once her mother's and now reupholstered with a sturdy weave in a strong summer blue.
She hung her coat, hat, and scarf on the coatrack in the corner, smoothed a hand over her hair — black as her father's, worn in a long, straight tail down her back.
She had the look of her grandfather — so his widow always said. Bodine had seen photographs, and acknowledged her resemblance to the young, doomed Rory Bodine who'd died in Vietnam before his twenty-third birthday.
He'd had bold green eyes and a wide, top-heavy mouth. His black hair had had a wave to it while hers ran ruler straight, but she had his high cheekbones, his small, pugnacious nose, and the white Irish skin that required oceans of sunscreen.
But she liked to think she'd inherited her grandmother's canny business sense.
She went to the counter that held the pod machine that made tolerable coffee, took a mug to her desk to go over her notes for her first two meetings of the day.
As she finished up a phone call and an e-mail simultaneously, Jessica came in.
Like Maureen, Jessie wore a dress — a sharp red in this case paired with a short leather jacket the color of top cream. The short, high-heeled boots wouldn't last five minutes in the snow, but they matched the red dress as if they'd been dyed in the same batch.
Bodine had to admire the slick, unassailable style.
Jessica wore her streaked blond hair pulled back in a sleek coil as she often did on workdays. Like the boots, her lips matched the dress perfectly and suited her slashing cheekbones, her slim, straight nose, and her eyes of clear, glacier blue.
She sat as Bodine finished the call, taking her own phone out of her jacket pocket and scrolling through something.
Bodine hung up, sat back. "The coordinator for the Western Writers Association's going to contact you about a three-day retreat and farewell banquet."
"Do they have dates? Numbers?"
"Projected number ninety-eight. Dates are January nine arrival, departure on January twelve."
Bodine smiled. "Their other venue fell through, so they're scrambling. I checked and we can work this. We slow down right after the holidays. We'll hold the Mill for them, for the meeting rooms and banquet, and the number of cabins she requested for forty-eight hours. The coordinator — Mandy — seemed organized, if a little desperate. I've just now sent you, my mother, and Rory an e-mail on the particulars. Their budget should work."
"All right. I'll talk to her, get a meal plan, transportation, activities, and so on. Writers?"
"I'll alert the Saloon." Jessica made another note on her phone. "I've never organized an event for writers that doesn't run a big bar tab."
"Good for us." Bodine wagged a thumb at the little coffeemaker. "Help yourself."
Jessica simply lifted the Irish green Bodine Resort insulated cup of water she carried habitually.
"How do you live without coffee?" Bodine wondered, sincerely. "Or Coke. How do you live on water?"
"Because there's also wine. And there's yoga, meditation."
"All of those things put you to sleep."
"Not if they're done right. You really should do more yoga. And meditation would probably help you cut back on the caffeine."
"Meditation just makes me think about all the other things I'd rather be doing." Leaning back, Bodine swiveled her chair side to side. "I really like that jacket."
"Thanks. I went into Missoula on my day off, splurged. Which is nearly as good as yoga for the mind and spirit. Sal tells me Linda-Sue's going to be a little late — newsflash — and her mother's coming with her."
"That's the latest. We'll deal. They're booking fifty-four cabins for three days. Rehearsal dinner, wedding, wedding reception, basically taking over Zen Town the day before the wedding in addition to the other activities."
"The wedding's only four weeks away, so that's not much time to change their minds, add more fluff."
Bodine's wide mouth tipped into a smirk. "You've met Dolly Jackson, right?"
"I can handle Dolly."
"Better you than ... anybody," Bodine decided. "Let's go over what we've got."
They went over the list top to bottom, and had moved on to a smaller holiday party event the week before Christmas when Sal stuck her head in the door.
"Linda-Sue and her mom."
"Be right there. Wait, Sal? Order up some mimosas."
"Now you're talking."
"Smart," Jessica said, after Sal popped out again. "Fuss over them and soften them up."
"Linda-Sue's not so bad. Chase dated her for about five minutes in high school." Bodine rose, tugged her dark brown vest into place. "But mimosas never hurt. Let's soldier up."
Pretty, curvy, easily flustered Linda-Sue paced the lobby with her hands clasped between her breasts.
"Can't you just see it, Mom? Everything decorated for Christmas, the trees, the lights, a fire going like now. And Jessica said the Mill's just going to sparkle."
"It better. I'm telling you we need those big candle stands, Linda-Sue, at least a dozen. Gold ones, like I saw in that magazine. Not the shiny gold, the classy gold."
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Starts out grabbing your attention and quickly falls short. The storyline is supposedly about a sister coming home but gets kidnapped and then page after boring page of Bodine's relationship with a guy who left but comes back to capture her heart. And the poor kidnapped girl isnt far away but suffers being held captive for over twenty years, seven pregnancies, etc. Two other girls are murdered as a short side story and eventually the captured girl is found and reunited with her family but hundreds of pages dedicated to life on the ranch and Bodine's love affair. Theres a horse named Sundown hence the title but really is not significant to the story. I think Nora pulled together this book because she needs to give her publishers a certain amount of books every year. VERDICT: BORING AND PREDICTABLE LONG READ WITHOUT ANY REAL SUBSTANCE AND CERTAINLY NO SUSPENCE!
Noboby can tell a story like Nora Roberts! This one has everything to keep your attention and you won't want to put it down! Fantastic story with lots of twists and turns. I always recommend anything Nora Roberts writes but i really loved this one!
Couldn't put it down. Never saw the end coming.
I enjoy the family sagas and how all the connections play out. I was sad about Alice's turn of events but hopeful by the end. Well worth reading a page turner
As always Nora Roberts put out another great read!
Fantastic book. ..
Enjoyable from first page to last.
Yes I guess she can disappoint as this was far from her best work. I so look forward to a new novel from Nora each summer and I was waiting on this one because it sound like it would be her usual great novel. I was 205 pages in before even started to get interesting. This one just fell flat. The main characters Cal and Bodine had absolutely no chemistry in fact Cal had more chemistry with Alice and his horse that he did with Bodine. Their interactions had no hot desire like we come to expect from Nora Roberts. They were so bland almost like sister and brother. The plot of the story had such potential but it went on with way too much detail of the ranch ect. I was bogged down with the boring everyday and there was no suspense no can't wait to turn the page in the book. Even though the ending was a surprise, best part of the book, it still wasn't enough to leave me feeling like I had read a great book. All of her recent novels have been so captivating and I was expecting this one to be the same and I was disappointed. It felt as if someone else started the book and then she came in on the last 100 pages and finished it. Feel as if I wasted my money on this one
This is one of my new favorites. I lost a few hours of sleep over this one.
This may be the last book I purchase by Nora Roberts. Regardless of location,education, etc. the characters of her books all sound alike. I just wanted to finish this one after the first few chapters. Ending was sudden and just an ending.
This is a good story although it has a long introduction very slow start so i passed skimmed several pages. Not one of my favorites. The relationship between Cal and Bodine seems stilted and rushed.
I love Nora Roberts, but this was not one of her best. I couldn't really get into the characters. The dialog was a little hokey.
I love Nora Roberts, but this book was terrible, i figured it out immediately, and i was highly disappointed, i may re think buying her next book. I saw this same storyline on an episode of criminal minds
hated this book!!!!!!!!!!!!
I thoroughly enjoyed it?
Thought it was her worst book ever!!!
Only book of Nora Roberts I have not liked. Sorry I purchased it?
This is a book i regret buying i have read most of her books I do not think this is worth getting
I am a fan of most all Nora Roberts books and look forward to her yearly new publication, but sadly this is depressing and disappointing! Hopefully next years novel is more suspenseful and intriguing!
I really love Nora Roberts, it's the style of writing books like I just read that keeps me waiting for more. She puts everything into the story, every detail whether small or large. Best of all she makes you feel like your part of the story being told, knowing that there is goodness, evil, love, hate and everything that makes her books always worth reading. You can't please all with her works but I can say she has never, ever let me down. I have all her books as Nora Roberts and as JD Robb. And they will stay in my library till I can't read any longer. Thank you for giving me hours of pleasure. Please continue to write....MKI
I loved it !! Just like i knew i would.. Nora never lets me down..
This book was so good I never wanted it to end. Nora always paints such vivid imagery with her words that she just sucks me in to every page. I've been a fan of hers and have read everything she writes because she is an amazing author. Come Sundown is just another example of her mastery of the written word. It had everything; it made me laugh & cry & get righteously angry. It was a truly great story and I was so reluctant to see the last page because I knew I would have to say goodbye to that world that Nora had weaved with her words.
One of her best books yet!
So hard to put down..sort of a dark edge to it...suspenseful. Nora has a way of pulling you in and at the very end, shocks you because it's not who you thought it was.
Nora Roberts hits all three. She also hits reality hard. 5,000 women are take each day into slavery of one form or another: sex, labor and prositution and yes in the U.S. too. Nevertheless I enjoyed the book look forward the next.