Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Cider Brook (Swift River Valley #3) by Carla Neggers

Unlikely partners bound by circumstance…or by fate?

Being rescued by a good-looking, bad-boy firefighter isn't how Samantha Bennett expected to start her stay in Knights Bridge, Massachusetts. Now she has everyone's attention—especially that of Justin Sloan, her rescuer, who wants to know why she was camped out in an abandoned old New England cider mill.

Samantha is a treasure hunter who has returned to Knights Bridge to solve a 300-year-old mystery and salvage her good name. Justin remembers her well. He's the one who alerted her late mentor to her iffy past and got her fired. But just because he doesn't trust her doesn't mean he can resist her. Samantha is daring, determined, seized by wanderlust—everything that strong, stoic Justin never knew he wanted. Until now…

Being a fan of Carla's work, I couldn't wait to pick this one up.  I was thankful to find her flawless storytelling still in tact.  You're completely drawn in from the beginning through the end.  You'll fall in love with the characters and the town as well as the fascinating mystery behind the treasure Samantha is seeking.  If you've read anything of Carla's before, you already know what to expect.  For those of you who haven't, read on.
Each character is crafted in such a way that you immediately know them inside and out.  Not only that, but each has a severe quirk, sometimes more than one.  They're flawed and wonderful and you can't help but adored them and want more.  Don't worry, there are still some unlikable characters that you can have fun being angry with.
As for the mystery, you won't figure it out until the end.  Pirate treasure!  In an old, run down cider mill!  What adventure and fun you have to look forward to!  It'll keep you on the edge of your seat trying to guess how this one will end. 
This is a great read for a rainy afternoon.  It's relatively quick and you'll find time passing without realizing it.  

*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.  Shawn

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