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Book Two in the USA Today bestselling Sunset Cove series.
“Second chances, old flames, and startling new revelations combine to form a story filled with faith, trial, forgiveness, and redemption. Crack the cover and step in, but beware—Mermaid Moon is harboring secrets that will keep you guessing.” —Lisa Wingate, New York Times bestselling author of Before We Were Yours
Mallory’s mother died fifteen years ago. But her father’s last words on the phone were unmistakable: “Find . . . mother.”
Shame and confusion have kept Mallory Davis from her home for the last fifteen years, but when her dad mysteriously dies on his mail boat route, she doesn’t have any choice but to go back to Mermaid Point.
Mallory believes her father was murdered and childhood sweetheart Kevin O’Connor, game warden in Downeast Maine, confirms her suspicions. But Kevin is wary of helping Mallory in her search. She broke his heart and left—without a word—years ago.
When Mallory begins receiving threats on her own life—and her beloved teenage daughter, Haylie—their search intensifies. There’s a tangled web within the supposed murder, and it involves much more than what meets the eye.
As answers begin to fall into place, Mallory realizes her search is about more than finding her father’s killer—it is also about finding herself again . . . and possibly about healing what was broken so long ago with Kevin. She just has to stay alive long enough to put all the pieces together.
“Coble second Sunset Cove novel takes readers on another exciting journey. The game of cat and mouse keeps you involved in the intrigue, with the romantic tension between Mallory and Kevin provides just the right counterbalance.” —RT Book Reviews
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781401690298 |
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| Publisher: | Nelson, Thomas, Inc. |
| Publication date: | 01/12/2016 |
| Series: | Sunset Cove Series , #2 |
| Sold by: | HarperCollins Publishing |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 352 |
| Sales rank: | 122,621 |
| File size: | 2 MB |
About the Author
Colleen Coble is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than seventy-five books and is best known for her coastal romantic suspense novels. Connect with her online at colleencoble.com; Instagram: @colleencoble; Facebook: @colleencoblebooks; X: @colleencoble.
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Mermaid Moon
A Sunset Cove Novel
By Colleen Coble
Thomas Nelson
Copyright © 2016 Colleen CobleAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4016-9029-8
CHAPTER 1
The Silver Pelican jewelry store in Bangor, Maine, was Mallory Davis's final stop, and she put on a bright smile. The place smelled of money — expensive perfume from the last customer and the rich scent of new carpet. Every other jewelry shop in town had only been willing to take her pieces on consignment, but she needed the cash now. She'd been a bit hesitant to come here because this was the most expensive store in town, and she was sure the owner would take one look at her suit, stylish ten years ago, and send her packing.
The sun glittered on her twenty pieces of sea- glass jewelry spread across the top of the glass display case. The presentation under it sparkled with diamonds and sapphires on black velvet.
Mallory nudged her favorite bracelet with one finger. "This one is white gold instead of the usual sterling silver. I mixed pink tourmaline with darker pink sea glass to create the piece."
The owner, in his forties with a paunch and bald head, picked up the bracelet and looked it over. "Very nice craftsmanship, Mrs. Davis. The quality is exceptional. The pink and green moon from the tourmaline is quite unique. And I really like the mermaid on it. How much do you want for these?"
She tipped up her chin and forced a confidence that was at odds with the fluttery sensation in her stomach. "I need five hundred dollars for it. I have five of them ready here in my briefcase. And did you see these earrings?" She pointed out another offering. "The tourmaline makes them so distinctively Maine. These are two hundred dollars."
He nodded. "My customers are always asking for quality tourmaline pieces, and I find it hard to keep up with the demand when they want jewelry created in Maine." He pursed his flat lips. "I'll take everything you have here, plus all the mermaid-moon bracelets. Write me up an invoice and I'll give you a check right now. I think I can take most everything you make off your hands."
Hiding her elation, she took a surreptitious glance at her watch. Haylie would be out of school in half an hour. "Of course." She pulled the jewelry pieces out of her case along with an invoice pad.
She wanted to do a fist pump in the air. Her mortgage was a week late, but she could pay it electronically as soon as the check cleared.
The back of her neck prickled, and she resisted the urge to turn around. For the past week she'd had the uneasy feeling that someone was watching her, but try as she might to convince herself it was from the stress of her finances, she couldn't help swinging her head around to look. And saw nothing out of the ordinary.
She was letting her imagination run wild again.
But her joy bubbled to the surface when she remembered she'd done it. This was the beginning of good things for them.
Fifteen minutes later she thanked the proprietor and exited into the dreary gloom of an early-spring day. Tugging her jacket higher at the neck, her smile widened as she hurried to her blue Toyota. She pulled out her phone and dialed her best friend, Carol Decker.
Carol had been Mallory's rock when Brian died in a small plane accident two years ago. She lived in the house next door and ran Haylie around when Mallory had errands to run or needed to work on her jewelry designs. At fifty-five, she was twenty years older than Mallory and had never been married, but she was warm and cuddly as a new kitten.
Carol answered on the first ring. "How'd it go?"
"He bought everything I've got!" She turned the key and started the engine. "I need to pick up Haylie. It took him forever to write out the check." Before she pulled into traffic, she stared at the check for $3,500. "We can eat this month. And I can get the mortgage caught up."
Carol laughed. "I'd say you just shot the wolf at the door full of buckshot, then had him stuffed and mounted."
"Good riddance. I never want to see that mangy monster again." Mallory stopped at the light and noticed the engine running a little rough. "I need to get this clunker looked at. It's going to die on me before too long."
"I think it needs the spark plugs changed."
And she had the money to do just that. Mallory saw the time. "Holy cow, is it really two thirty? I'm going to be late."
She gunned the Toyota as soon as the light changed and drove as fast as she dared. The school was a good fifteen minutes away if traffic was moving.
"Haylie will be fine if you're five minutes late. Don't stress."
Easy enough for Carol to say. She didn't have children. "I've got to run. Talk to you when I get home."
She dropped her phone back into her purse, then drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as traffic stopped at another light. The clock on the dash flipped another minute closer to two fifty. The light changed to green and she shot through it.
* * *
Kids milled around the schoolyard as she pulled to the curb. She scanned the area for Haylie's red jacket.
Her breath caught in her throat when she saw her fourteen-year-old daughter talking to someone in a gray van. Wasn't that the same gray van she'd seen parked outside the house last week? That definitely had not been her imagination.
She threw open her door and ran toward her daughter. "Haylie!"
Her daughter looked up, her dark- brown eyes wide. The van's tires squealed as it peeled away from the curb. Mallory tried to see the driver as it sped past, but the windows were tinted, and she couldn't see more than a shape inside.
She reached Haylie and grabbed her arm. "I've told you never to talk to strangers."
Haylie rolled her eyes. "He was only asking if I knew someone. I told him I didn't. Chill out, Mom."
Mallory gritted her teeth and swallowed the rebuke wanting to burst out. "He could have grabbed you and taken off."
Haylie shifted her khaki backpack to her shoulder. "Why do you have to make such a big deal out of everything?" She took off toward the car in an angry stride.
Mallory sighed and followed. Her daughter had no idea just how unsafe the world could be, how quickly life could go from perfect to shattered beyond repair. One mistake and the world could change. She knew that only too well.
She turned and stared after the van. Something bad could have happened because she'd been late. She had to be extra vigilant.
Her purse vibrated and she dug around for her silenced phone. Dad flashed on the screen and her smile vanished. Things had been tense between them for so many years, and she wished for the umpteenth time that she could find a way to turn back the clock.
Haylie waved to her from the passenger seat, and Mallory turned her back to her daughter's impatient face. "Hi, Dad." She forced a light note into her voice.
Only silence answered her. Was that the distant sound of a boat engine? "Dad, are you there? I hear gulls, but I can't hear you." She detected a faint gasp, and her fingers tightened around the phone. "Dad?" Was he having a heart attack? He'd put on twenty pounds this year, all around the middle. He was a heart attack waiting to happen.
Pulling the phone from her ear, she saw full bars. The problem wasn't on her end. "Dad?"
A choking sound vibrated in her ear, then his shaky voice whispered across the miles. "Love you ... always. Find ... Mother." A rattle sounded as though he needed to clear his throat and couldn't. "Tell ... Haylie. Love her."
"Dad!" Her chest squeezed as the import of his words hit. He must be delusional. Her mother had been dead for fifteen years. "Where are you? I'll come right now."
"Should have ... known better." The words were barely a whisper. A long sigh eased through the phone, and something clunked.
Pressing the phone tighter to her ear, she heard only the sound of the gulls, the lap of waves, and the putt-putt of the boat motor. "Dad, talk to me!"
He was on his boat, but where? She spoke his name again and waited. Nothing. Had he fallen? Maybe the clunk was the phone dropping to the deck. She didn't want to hang up, not while the connection held. How could she find him?
Wait, she had a family tracker app on her phone. Just for fun, she'd connected her dad's phone with hers. Still maintaining the connection with her father, she flipped over to the app and located his phone. It was near Folly Shoals. He must have been delivering the mail.
She went back to the phone call. "Dad?"
She got the wa-wa
sound of a disconnected call in her ear.
A number popped into Mallory's head and she punched it in, then walked farther away so Haylie couldn't hear what was going on.
A deep male voice answered on the second ring. "Game Warden O'Connor."
Her chest tightened at the familiar voice. Had she really called Kevin O'Connor? "Kevin, it's Mallory. Dad's in trouble. Can you go check on him?"
There was a slight hesitation. "Mallory?"
His cautious tone told her all she needed to know about his feelings. "Hurry, Kevin. I-it sounded like he was dying." She gave him the coordinates.
"I'll call you."
"Give me two hours. On my way." She hung up and called her dad back again.
Only the gulls answered.
* * *
Claire Dellamare lifted her face to the wind and let it toss her hair as she inhaled the briny scent of the sea. Luke Rocco turned off the boat's engine, then threw the anchor overboard. The rocky crags of Mermaid Point, a westward promontory of Folly Shoals Island, rose to their left and blocked a bit of the sun glaring in her eyes. She could just make out the metal roof of Breakwater Cottage where Edmund Blanchard lived. He was a familiar sight around the Downeast as he delivered the mail by boat.
She turned to smile at Luke. "Why are we stopping here? I thought we were going to check out the orca pod."
Luke's good looks never failed to thrill her. With his nearly black hair and dark- brown eyes, he could have been a pirate in the old days. Finding him at the beach six months ago had been her lucky day, and knowing he loved her was a little bit of God's grace given to her.
"We are. There was something else I wanted to talk to you about first."
Her stomach plunged at his somber expression. "Walker?"
He rose from his seat at the controls. "No, Dad's fine. He's taken the news that I'm selling the cranberry farm better than I expected. I think he's weary of the battle, too, and he knows I can't keep up with the farm and my duties in the Coast Guard too. He's got other things on his mind now." A ghost of a smile lifted his lips. "Like dancing attendance on Dixie."
Claire had to chuckle. Seeing Walker start to date again after all those years as a widower had been a hoot. He was like a teenager. "You scared me there for a minute. So, what's wrong? You look so serious."
He reached into his pocket and withdrew a box. "This is a momentous moment."
A ring box.
Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart rate pumped into overdrive as he dropped to one knee. It was happening now. Right now. Her lungs compressed, and she stared into his handsome face and the eyes she loved so much.
He opened the little velvet box, and a beautiful marquis ring set with diamonds and tourmaline sparkled in the bright Maine sunshine. "I can't imagine my life without you in it, Claire. Will you marry me? I love you more than I can say."
A lump formed in her throat and her vision blurred. They'd been through so much together. Things that should have shoved them apart, not brought them together. "I ... I love you too. And of course I'll marry you. Today, tomorrow, anytime you say."
He rose and slipped the ring on her finger. She threw her arms around his neck, and his lips came down on hers. It was the sweetest kiss they'd ever shared, warm and passionate with promise and commitment. She closed her eyes and clung to him. If she didn't open her eyes, maybe she could make this moment last forever, like a secret treasure only the two of them found.
When Luke broke the kiss, she murmured a protest and tried to pull his head back down. His grunt of surprise made her lids spring open. "What's wrong?"
He was frowning as he looked toward the pier at the breakwater below the point. "That's Edmund's boat, and it seems to be drifting aimlessly. And the game warden is just about to it. I think something's wrong. I should go see if there's anything I can do to help Kevin." His radio squawked with a request for aid from the Coast Guard. "That's Kevin's voice."
The boat bobbed in the waves about a mile off Mermaid Point. And she saw no sign of Edmund. "Let's help."
CHAPTER 2Edmund's boat floated aimlessly in the choppy waves toward the rocky shore off the island of Folly Shoals. Kevin consulted the GPS on his boat console and throttled back the engine. His boat slewed sideways and came to a stop beside the blue- and- white mail boat. Mallory's call had set all Kevin's alarms ringing, and the sharp kee-arr of a tern overhead added to his unease.
He tossed an anchor overboard, then tied up his boat to the mail boat and stepped aboard. "Edmund?" He moved toward the bridge, past the bay where Edmund had stacked the freight for delivery to Folly Shoals. The atmosphere aboard ship had a stillness, as if the boat held its breath along with him. Sheer imagination, but he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that curdled his lunch of lobster bisque in his belly.
He raised his voice above the wind whistling outside the windows. "Edmund, it's Warden Kevin O'Connor."
It felt odd to identify himself as a game warden instead of his first name. He'd looked up to Mallory's father for as long as he could remember. The whole area knew Edmund well. A lobsterman from a family that had fished these waters since the 1800s, Edmund was one of those men who had forgotten more about the sea than most men ever knew. He'd given up lobstering after his wife died and had gone to mail boat delivery instead.
A sharp coppery scent mingled with the smell of sea and kelp, and under all of it, a slight aroma of something sweet and perfumy. Kevin's steps faltered as he recognized the stench of blood. He curled his fingers into his palms and ducked to enter the bridge doorway.
He saw Edmund's boot first. Then his outstretched hand, and lastly, his head with a spreading pool of blood under it. He stepped over the chart map lying on the floor, then knelt and touched the older man's neck, searching for a pulse. No sign of life. Edmund's flesh was cold.
Kevin swallowed hard and retraced the steps to his boat to call the Coast Guard. Edmund had a radio on the Mermaid, but Kevin didn't want to contaminate any evidence. The bleeding head wound could have come from a bad fall, but until the investigation was completed, he didn't want to be accused of messing up a crime scene. After reporting his discovery, he used his cell phone to call the sheriff and the state police.
His cell phone began to play "The River" by Garth Brooks. Mallory. No way did he want to be the bearer of such bad news, but he couldn't ignore his duty. Or the way his heart still leapt at the sight of her name.
Inhaling, he answered the call. "Warden O'Connor."
"Kevin?" Mallory's voice quivered with a thread of terror. "Did you find Dad?"
He turned to stare at the island cliff rising toward the drifting clouds. An eagle's nest caught his attention, and he counted four small heads as he tried to decide how to phrase his answer. Should he be blunt or try to put her off?
He couldn't lie to her. "I found him, Mallory. I'm sorry, but there was nothing I could do."
At the sound of her choked cry, his free hand curled into a fist. He'd give anything to spare her this pain. She'd lost both her parents now, and he still cared about what she faced, even if he hadn't seen her in fifteen years. Soft weeping vibrated in his ear, and he waited until her sobs tapered off.
"The state boys are on their way and so is the sheriff. The Coast Guard will be here any minute."
"What happened? H-heart attack?"
"I don't know for sure yet." Details could wait until he saw her in person. She didn't need to know about the blood, not yet. "What's your ETA?"
"About an hour. You're still with him?"
"Yeah."
"Good. I'll be there as fast as I can. Where will they take him?"
A couple of orcas swam by the boat, and he watched their trajectory toward Sunset Bay. Even though he didn't want to, he had to come clean. "Probably to the coroner's."
She gasped. "There will be an autopsy? Why would they do that? You don't think it was a heart attack?"
"He had some kind of head wound. It might have been from a bad fall, but the coroner will have to make that determination."
(Continues...)
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