Finding Hope

Finding Hope

by Stacy Finz


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The small mountain town of Nugget, California, is way off the beaten path. But somehow it helps the lost and lonely find a new beginning in life-and in love...

One solitary day at a time is the only way cookbook writer Emily Mathews can restart her life-and cope with consuming loss. Still, the former city girl is finding all kinds of odd inspiration and advice from Nugget's proudly eccentric residents on everything from new recipes to opening her heart again. Especially when it comes to her rugged rancher landlord ...

His no-drama new tenant is the first break Clay McCreedy has had in a long time. He's got his hands full enough dealing with his wife's scandalous death and his sons' unresolved grief. Clay can't help but be drawn to Emily's quiet understanding and strength. When their fragile trust turns into passionate healing, he longs for much more. And when both their pasts come calling, he's determined not to walk away...

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781601833419
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 12/02/2014
Series: Nugget Series , #2
Pages: 306
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.69(d)

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Finding Hope

By Stacy Finz


Copyright © 2015 Stacy Finz
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-60183-341-9


Emily gingerly wended her way around the moving boxes, each one labeled with bright red marker. Clutching a fistful of silverware, she managed to make it from the kitchen to the dining room without tripping over one of the cartons.

It was amazing how much stuff people accumulated over the years. Her cookbooks and kitchen equipment alone would take up most of a large U-Haul. At least Drew, her ex-husband, was taking the furniture, and the rest could be donated to the Goodwill. Where she was going, she wouldn't need half the contents of this big house.

She did a quick appraisal of the table with its last-minute centerpiece—a bouquet of hydrangeas cut from the backyard—and began setting her best Laguiole steak knives at each of the six place settings. The knives had languished in storage since the last lunch.

Emily knew that etiquette dictated that the sharp edge of the knife face the plate. To point the blade toward a guest was an ancient sign of aggression.

Not good in a room full of FBI agents and police detectives, she reflected wryly. But this would be the last time. The last lunch. Soon she'd be leaving here, the only home Hope had ever known.

Her hands shook as she tried to rearrange the glasses. The guests were due to arrive in thirty minutes and Emily needed every second of that time to pull herself together. Even though it had been four years, the anniversaries were particularly difficult. Every painful detail of that July day—the chaos, the frenzy, the terror—looped through her brain like a skipping record.

Drew and her attorney had warned her against hosting that first anniversary lunch.

"The police will use it to try to slip you up," Drew had said. "They're not coming because they're your friends, Em. I'm a lawyer, I know." She had learned in those first few days of the investigation that the parents are always the primary suspects.

But it had been a full year since Hope had been taken from them, and even if the police weren't her friends, she needed them. The lunches had been Emily's attempt at keeping Hope's memory alive and her case file active, instead of being relegated to a dusty basement somewhere.

Later, the lunches seemed to serve as a combination vigil/healing ceremony. The investigators were no closer to solving what had happened to her daughter than they were four years ago. And that had left indelible scars—even on jaded law enforcement.

To paraphrase the news clips, the trail had gone cold. The reporters had pounced on the next sensational story and the police had new, more pressing crimes to solve.

Everyone except for her had moved on. Even Drew. He was getting remarried. And more than anything she owed him a fresh start, a chance at happiness. Even if it meant relocating to the ends of the earth.

She hadn't been able to bring back their daughter, but she could at least make amends for what she'd done.

Four days later, Emily climbed the steep grade into the Sierra mountains. Her old friend Joe had certainly been right about this part of the state being unbelievably beautiful. Verdant fields and miles and miles of pine trees. Snow still dusted the highest peaks of the mountains and her ears popped from the altitude. With the back of her hand she touched the driver's-side window. Surprisingly, it felt warm.

She'd been driving for nearly four hours from the Bay Area and figured she had to be close to her destination. Nugget. She'd lived in California her whole life and had never heard of the little railroad town.

Not only did the town have a paltry population of six thousand people, but she would be living in a barn. If the pictures did the place justice, it was a very nice barn indeed. Joe had gone on and on about Nugget and his friend Clay McCreedy's cattle ranch—"It's exactly what you need. Fresh air and a fresh start."

What she needed was to get her business rolling again so she could afford to pay her own way. At least in this mountain hamlet the rent was a pittance compared to the mortgage on her and Drew's Palo Alto house. Even after the hefty sum they'd sold it for, there was little left. They'd racked up a pile of debt paying lawyers and private investigators.

Not only would it be far cheaper than anything she could afford in the Bay Area, but here, her neighbors weren't likely to connect her to Hope. No longer would she have to suffer pitying looks. Or worse. Faces filled with suspicion and condemnation.

She glanced down at the directions she'd printed off Google Maps as she traveled the two-lane highway. There it was, to the left, McCreedy Road. She pulled in, drove for less than a mile, and parked on the shoulder to reread Mr. McCreedy's instructions. They said to meet him at the big white farmhouse at one o'clock to collect the key. Up ahead, in the distance, she saw an outcropping of trees and assumed that must be the location of the house.

According to Joe, McCreedy Ranch, one of the first cattle spreads in the area, covered thousands of acres. He said Clay's great-grandfather drove his cattle across the Nevada desert into Plumas County in the eighteen hundreds to sell beef to the gold miners.

She had no idea where on the property her new home was located, whether it was near the house, or somewhere remote. The whole rental transaction had been done via email and Emily braced herself for the possibility that the place would turn out to be a total disaster. Although the photographs had been lovely, she knew from experience the tricks a camera and a good stylist could play. How many times had she sprayed the outside of a cocktail glass with glycerin to make it look frosty for the lens, or drenched a day-old, dried-out pastry with hairspray to make it look fresh-out-of-the-oven luscious? Too many times to count.

But she'd gotten the impression that Mr. McCreedy couldn't care less about renting out the barn, that he was only doing it as a favor to Joe. So hopefully he wasn't trying to sell her a sow's ear.

Emily glanced down at her watch. It was nearly one o'clock. She nosed the van out onto the road again when a man on horseback caught her attention. On the other side of the split-rail fence, in a field carpeted with orange poppies, he galloped so fast it made her heart pound. With his head and shoulders pushed forward over the horse's flowing mane, they beat across the pasture fast as a freight train. For a second, she thought her imagination had conjured him, a centaur, untamed and magnificent. From this distance she couldn't make out the man's features, just a black cowboy hat that began to blur as he faded into the copse of trees up ahead.

She sat back to catch her breath; the sight and speed, so exhilarating, stirred something dormant in Emily's breast. Something she hadn't felt in four years.


When she reached the white farmhouse, she found the man dismounting from the horse. Not a centaur at all, Emily noted, but a tall, strapping cowboy. Besides the hat, he wore leather chaps that fit snuggly over his jeans and a scarred pair of brown boots. In all the time she'd known Joe, she'd never seen him ride a horse. And he wore tennis shoes.

"Hello." He tipped his hat, tied the horse in a shady spot, and deftly removed the saddle. His large hands moved quickly, like he'd done this a thousand times. "You Emily Mathews?"

A squat man with a big belly and silver hair materialized out of nowhere and started brushing the sweaty steed.

The rider took the brush. "I've got it, Ramon. I'll take Big Red back to the stable when I'm done."

The squat man seemed reluctant to relinquish the chore, but eventually wandered off.

The cowboy looked at her and arched his brows with impatience. "Emily, right?"

"Oh. Yes." There was so much to take in, she'd become distracted. The house with its long, sweeping porch and the yard's expansive lawns were gorgeous. If not for the musky smell of horse and cows, it would have felt like she had wandered onto a Hollywood set.

He continued to rub the comb in circles over Big Red's coat, occasionally scratching the horse behind his ears. "Your moving truck came this morning."

Emily nodded. The man still hadn't introduced himself, but she presumed he must be Clay McCreedy. She'd expected a much older man to own such a big cattle operation. But he was about her age, thirty-seven, forty at the most.

"As soon as I'm done here we'll put Big Red up and I'll take you over to the barn," he said, bending over to lift and clean the horse's hooves with some kind of a pick. Emily tried not to notice how the chaps nicely framed his backside.

"Great." She had a million questions to ask him: Where's the nearest grocery store and gas station? Who did she need to call for cable? Instead, she stood there like a mute, her hands stuffed inside the pockets of her khakis. There was a time when she'd been adroit at small talk and at socializing. In fact, Drew used to call her the "belle of the ball." But years of hiding in her house had made her rusty.

Even when she'd been good at it, Emily suspected Clay McCreedy would've made her stammer. The man, with his low, gravelly voice and that rough-and-tumble cowboy thing he had going on, was larger than life.

"So you did Joe's cookbook, huh?" He untied the horse's lead and grabbed the saddle with one hand, beckoning her to follow him down the driveway. Big Red's hooves made clip-clop noises on the blacktop.

"Yes, I did," she said, hugging his side. The only thing she knew about horses was not to get behind them. They kicked.

His lips quirked. "Didn't know old Joe could cook."

"He's pretty good at it, actually." In fact, he'd been one of Emily's few clients who had recipes that worked. They'd met through the Bay Area's vast food community, worked together, and become fast friends.

Officially, Emily was a freelance cookbook editor. In truth, she was a cookbook ghostwriter. The dirty little secret about famous chefs and celebrity cooks is that they couldn't formulate recipes to save their lives. She'd never met one who measured or weighed, paid attention to cooking times, or didn't use exotic ingredients unavailable to home cooks.

So publishing houses, and sometimes the authors themselves, hired her to do everything from creating and testing recipes to styling dishes and writing the text. Essentially, she wrote the whole book and slapped someone else's name on the cover. In Joe's case, he'd needed help telling the story of how his ranch had grown from a backyard hobby to one of the most popular gourmet beef businesses in the country. He was a cattleman, not a writer.

"You'll be writing cookbooks here, then?" Clay asked.

"Editing them," she corrected. "Yes, that's the plan."

"You don't need to be near the action?"

It figured that he would be curious why she'd come to Nugget instead of staying close to San Francisco's thriving food scene. "Nope. All I need is a computer and a kitchen." And a fresh start.

When they reached the stables, he opened a gate to a large paddock, took off Big Red's halter, and gave him a slap on the rump. The horse nickered and trotted away.

"Colin's installed your electric stove," he said. "So you're set."

The kitchen already had a gas range—it had been the first question she'd asked in her emails—but she liked to test recipes on both types of stoves so she could tweak cooking times accordingly. She'd bought an electric brand popular with home cooks online at the Sears in Reno, the nearest city, and had it delivered. "I'll write you a check for your man's labor. Thanks for letting me make the modification."

He shrugged. "No big deal. Just means you'll have fewer cabinets."

She followed him inside the stable and peered into a row of horse stalls. The man, Ramon, was laying down fresh straw with a pitchfork. Clay said something to him in Spanish and the man let out a loud belly laugh. When they got to a small room filled with saddles and bridles, Clay began to unbuckle his chaps. Although he was fully dressed under the sturdy leg coverings, she could feel her face heat, and turned away.

"We can walk to the barn from here," he said. "Afterward, if you want, you can drive the van over."

"Sounds good." She was getting impatient to see the place.

Two boys came rounding the driveway as they headed back up.

"Hey, Dad," the younger boy called, and gazed at her with open curiosity. The older one never looked up from his phone.

When they reached Clay, he asked, "How was camp?"

"Okay, I guess," the boy said, while Clay waited for a reply from the eldest.

When he didn't give one, Clay pulled out one of the boy's earbuds. "When I ask you a question, I expect an answer."

"Yes. Sir." The boy clicked his heels and saluted.

"How was camp?" Clay asked, annoyance at the boy's insolence edging his voice.

"It sucked."

Clay turned to Emily. "These are my sons, Justin and Cody. This is Ms. Mathews, our new neighbor."

Cody stuck his hand out for a shake. "Good to meet you, ma'am."

Justin grunted something unintelligible.

Clay gave him a quelling look and the preteen simulated the voice of a robot. "Nice. To. Meet. You. Ms. Mathews."

Even sullen and disrespectful, he was a beautiful boy. Dark hair and deep blue eyes like his father. He was still filling out but would eventually have his dad's frame too. Sinewy and broad shouldered. Cody had the same blue eyes, but fairer hair and complexion; he was maybe a year or two older than ten, the age Hope would be now.

"Nice to meet the both of you," Emily said brightly, hoping to smooth the awkwardness. Clay seemed a hair away from smacking Justin.

"There are snacks in the house," he told the boys. "Then get started on your chores."

"Are they good-for-you snacks?" Cody wanted to know.

"Brownies. Mandy brought them by earlier."

Cody raced for the house, his pack bouncing up and down against his back.

"Hey, save some for me," Clay shouted after him.

Justin also turned for the house, but not before giving Clay a spiteful glare.

Clay shook his head, let out a sigh, and led Emily off the driveway to a flagstone trail. They climbed a slight knoll and she could hear water, maybe a creek. Before she could ask what it was, they came to the top of the hill and the sight stopped her in her tracks.

"The Feather River," Clay said.

"It's beautiful." The wide tributary snaked through the land, wild and rugged. Her gaze followed the river upstream where a waterfall cascaded down an outcropping of boulders.

"Glad you like it," he said, "because that's your view from the barn. But it comes with a price. There's a sandy beach down there, where the boys like to put in their tubes and kayaks. It'll cut into your privacy—at least during the summer."

"I don't mind," she lied. Watching those children so alive, playing in the water, would be a constant reminder of what she'd lost. But July would hopefully pass quickly, and the seasons had to be short around here, she thought as she looked up at the surrounding snowcapped mountains.

A short distance later, through a grove of trees, sat the barn. It was red with white trim, had a double Dutch front door, a set of barn-door sliders, dormer windows, old-timey lantern light fixtures, and a rooster weather vane.

It was so charming from the outside that Emily held her breath in anticipation while Clay unlocked the door. He flipped on the lights, then ushered her across the threshold. All she could do was goggle. With the exception of her moving boxes, which had been neatly stacked against the rear wall, the place looked like one of those showcase houses in Country Living magazine.

"Those pictures you sent didn't come close to doing this place justice," she said. "My God, it's spectacular."

"Yeah, well it ought to be for all the fuh—" He stopped himself, stuck his hands in his pockets, and leaned against the wall, silently inviting her to take her fill.

Sounded like the barn was a bit of a sore spot between Clay McCreedy and the missus, Emily surmised as she walked the big front room. The beams had to be a hundred years old, pitted and weathered with character. The plank walls and floors reminded her of frontier houses she'd seen on a trip to Old Baylor Park in Texas, where historians had preserved some of the state's first homes.

She stared up at the massive twig chandelier hanging over the center of the room. A stone fireplace, kilim rug, two leather couches, and a cowhide chair set off the living room, while a pine farm table and eight Windsor chairs anchored the dining area.


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Finding Hope 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 24 reviews.
Lost-N-Love-N-Hopeless More than 1 year ago
Another chance at love and more is never straightforward or easy. Emily's working to bring focus back to her life after a loss that has take over her life. Running off to the mountains of California and a ranch for solitude turns out to be the bless she was in desperate need of receiving. And having it be bigger than she could have dreamed made it that much more special.  Clay is dealing with heartache of loss and the feelings of a child having to cope with the same thing. His life is hard enough having a trouble some tenant is not something he needs. So when he gets the quiet understanding and strength of sweet (heart injured) Emily it is a surprise. The begin to trust each other in new ways. Their fragile trust turns to passionate healing for the both of them. As with most new love, their past comes back to take a bite out of their lives. Decisions are needed to be made.  Finz has blown me away with this one. I have no choice but to go back to book one of this series. I want to take this ride on the 'Nugget' series. Thanks, NetGalley's. This is my honest review of this book as I see it.
gromine49 More than 1 year ago
this is a great book and another author I need to add to my list of author's to look for. Emily is a cookbook editor and is trying to run away from the press. Clay owns a ranch with two boys who are dealing with their mother's death. A friend of Emily's finds her the renovated barn on Clay's property so she can find someplace to live and work.  This was a surprise to me, given the way to story started and I so expected the book to turn out differently. The relationship that develops between Clay and Emily is wonderful and how she gets to know his sons is great. 
celticmaggie More than 1 year ago
Well, all I can say is that if this book doesn't tear you apart nothing will. Stacy has given us some characters who will stay with the reader for a long time. She makes you want to jump in and fix their problems. She has made a story line you won't forget. I know I won't. Clay is a rancher, single with 2 teen boys. He is home from war and is trying to get to know them. They miss their Mom who died in a car crash. Major Spoiler. Emily is trying to start her life over again. She is devastated when her 6 year old daughter was stolen 4 years ago. She edits cookbooks and is trying to move on. There are a lot of spoilers in this book. There are more than one story line going so you have to pay attention. Give this book you're attention and pick this one to read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book brings out the deepest emotions in the characters and the reader... Book Two of Ms. Finz' new series is a "don't miss"... The first book "Going Home" was terrific and this one is too... Story lines are real and original... Characters jump off the page into your heart... Wonderful writing!!! I like authors that are "story tellers" and Ms. Finz tells a beautiful and heartwarming story... If you are looking for red hot sex page after page this isn't for you... If you are looking for a beautifully written story that will touch your heart then by all means don't miss this series... "Second Chances", third book in the series will be out April 14th and I for one can't wait... As an avid reader I can usually compare one author to another... So far Ms. Finz stands alone in her style and talent...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Can't wait for the sequel!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book even better than the first, Going Home.  The energy between Emily and Clay couldn't get any better.  Cant wait for the next one
JoemamaDS More than 1 year ago
The story of two people, damaged by life events and how they find each other and begin to heal makes this story so powerful and moving. Emily has suffered the worst nightmare that can happen to a parent. Her marriage fails under the terrible circumstances and she hopes that moving to a new home and immersing herself in her passion for cooking and writing cookbooks can help her deal with her grief. The barn Emily is renting is owned by Clay, a rancher. He is a widower with two sons and is coping with the loss of his wife in a tragic accident. The story is emotional and highly satisfying, with many touches of humor. Readers who enjoyed the first book in the nugget series will be pleased to revisit old friends and the Northern California mountain town of Nugget – a town I would move to in a heartbeat! Make a coffee cake from your favorite celebrity cookbook and read this book with a warm slice and a hot latte.
AnOregonian More than 1 year ago
This is my third Stacy Finz book I have read. I have to be honest and say this one would not be on my list of favorites. I love the character of Clay and his two sons but I had a much more difficult time liking Emily the main character in the story but it could be I didn't care for her because of the whole story line of her child being taken and the tragedy of dealing with it. I had a harder time keeping up with the characters of the town of Nugget and figuring out who they all are and what they do. I suppose you could read this as a stand alone novel but I think it would make more sense if you read the stories in order. There are things I do like about the book but it was more of a challenge to stay with this one and disappointing no resolution came from Emily's missing daughter. Just a different and sad premise for a romance story in my opinion between the missing daughter and Clay's sons dealing with the ugly death of their mother. I found much of it depressing.
Jennann3 More than 1 year ago
I received a copy of this novel in exchange for a honest review. Clay, former fighter pilot who was awarded a Silver Star, is suddenly thrust into single fatherhood. His wife, who had been cheating on him, was driving drunk when she wrecked her car, killing her instantly. Clay is now left to raise Justin and Cody, his two sons that he barely knows. On top of that, his father recently passed away too and he's taken over running a successful ranch. Clay finds himself alone, raising two sons who resent the fact that he spent so much time away from them while they were growing up. Justin, his oldest, also resents the fact that they live on a ranch now and not in the City. So he's constantly acting up and getting into trouble. Emily, fighting demons of her own, leaves the City to start over. Emily's daughter was kidnapped four years ago and Emily was originally considered a person of interest in Hope's disappearance. Emily's name and life were under a microscope for four years. During this time, Emily's marriage also fell apart. Emily blamed herself for Hope's disappearance and couldn't get over the guilt. She divorced her husband so he could move on with his life. Emily is a ghostwriter for celebrities who want to publish cookbooks. Joe, a friend of both Emily and Clay, arranges for her to stay on Clay's ranch--in a barn. When Emily arrives to the ranch, she meets Clay.... Emily uses her time at the ranch to perfect recipes, grieve, and make friends. She also starts going to weekly meetings to help her work through the guilt of "allowing" her daughter to be kidnapped and wanting to move on with her life--possibly with Clay. Emily tries to keep her distance from Clay, Justin, and Cody to no avail. Cody worms his way into her heart by bringing her milk and eggs daily, in exchange for breakfast most every morning. Justin is angry with the world, but he eventually lets Emily in by opening up to her about the town gossip on his mom. Even Clay comes to Emily to talk. He's never had a girl that was a friend. As they work through all that life throws at them, they learn they are stronger together. If you've never read a Stacy Finz novel, start now!!! This novel is the second in a series. I have not read the first in the series and did not feel as though I was missing anything by reading the second one first. While it was a slightly emotional read, I absolutely LOVED it!!! While Emily's grief was so real you could "feel" it, so were her joys. I could also relate to Clay's struggles as a single parent. I loved how they unknowingly became a family. The boys were so kind and gentle with Emily. It was so touching and heartwarming. I highly recommend this novel--especially to those who love sexy Cowboys with a kind heart! Awesome novel! I can't wait to read the rest of the series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a heart-wrenching story of loss and love. Emily finds the great escape in Nugget and wants to not be reminded of her past. She meets Clay and her life begins again. Could not put this book down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm not finished with the book yet but wow. Great storytelling. Very entertaining and engaging characters. Great flow and no boring parts.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read Coming home and Finding hope and will definately read more from this author.
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Great book! Easy read. Keeps you engrossed.cant wait for the second one in the series!
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Awesome is the only way to describe this book! 268 pages of love and hope.
Shanrock19 More than 1 year ago
This book is fairly depressing, and I had a hard time liking the male lead, Clay, but I still enjoyed the story and writing, and I wanted more from the ending; it felt a bit abrupt. First off, the romance in this book wasn't quite to my liking, and that has to do with Clay more than Emily. Here's a bit of a spoiler, so stop reading if you don't want any spoilers............I didn't like the fact the Clay was so hung up on women's looks; not much else mattered to him, and he was with other women in the book, so I found him a bit lacking and I think Emily deserved better than what he was doing, and he's never really confronted about it, the story just goes into something else. The story is pretty intense and sad, and I feel for Emily, she has been through a lot, and reading about how she's trying to cope with the pains in her life, and become "alive" again was a story of extreme strength. I enjoyed the writing, and a lot of the side characters, and I love small town settings for books, so I look forward to reading more books by Stacy Finz, starting with the first in the series! I'm also hoping I won't have to wait long for Lina and Griffin's story! Note to the author: Please don't torture them too much or have Griffin be a man who sleeps with tons of women, that'll be damn depressing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I liked the book "Finding Hope" until the author made snide remarks about an actual TV network and it made her politics known. Very disappointed and it ruined it for me.