As a devastating summer storm hits Grand Springs, Colorado, the next thirty-six hours will change the town and its residents foreverâ¦.
Father and Child Reunion Part 2
Eve expected a quick trip home to Grand Springs. But the night of the storm changed her carefully planned world. Her mother, Olivia, has been murdered, and Eveâs sorting through her loss and confusionâand facing the feelings for Rio she ran away from years earlier.
Rio thinks heâs getting closer to finding Oliviaâs killer. But heâs getting closer to Eve, tooâand the little girl who looks so much like Rio himself. Solving the murder will make his careerâbut could destroy any hopes he has of making a life with Eve and Mollyâ¦.
The story concludes in Father and Child Reunion Part 3.
Dear Reader,
In the town of Grand Springs, Colorado, a devastating summer storm sets off a string of events that changes the lives of the residents foreverâ¦.
Welcome to Mills & Boon exciting new digital serial, 36 Hours! In this thirty-six part serial share the stories of the residents of Grand Springs, Colorado, in the wake of a deadly storm.
With the power knocked out and mudslides washing over the roads, the town is plunged into darkness and the residents are forced to face their biggest fearsâand find love against all odds.
Each week features a new story written by a variety of bestselling authors like Susan Mallery and Sharon Sala. The stories are published in three segments, on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and the first segment of every three-part book is free, so you can get caught up in the mystery and drama of Grand Springs. And you can get to know a new set of characters every week. You can read just one, but as the lives and stories of each intertwine in surprising ways, youâll want to read them all!
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The weather forecasters didnât predict the intensity of the storm which hit Grand Springs, Colorado, that Friday night. It was as if the massive thunderstorm was the accumulation of all that was going wrong: Halâs bride-to-be, Randi, took off just before the ceremony, Jessica Hanson hit her head and started having visions, including seeing the mayor murdered, and Eve Stuart had come home, hoping to avoid her past. But as Eve was learning, there was no escape. Rio quickly found out that he had a daughter. Six years ago Eve ran away from everything but her feelings. Today those feelings are just as strongâbut are they still one-sided?
It had taken some doing, and more than another week, but Eve Stuart finally coerced her brother into looking over the inventory sheâd prepared of their motherâs earthly possessions. The message sheâd left on Halâs voicemail had finally done the trick. Sheâd made it clear that it wasnât his help she was after. Or his approval. She didnât need either. She wanted him to review what sheâd prepared only because she didnât want to leave him out of anything. But if he wasnât interested in what was going on with the estate, sheâd have the attorney file the inventory as it was. Tomorrow. Before the first of August.
Sheâd left the message that morning. Hal himself had arrived a few minutes ago, just as she and her daughter, Molly, were finishing the lasagna her neighbor, Millicent, had brought over. Heâd promptly declined her offer of a drink or something to eat and, with little more than a perfunctory âWhere is it?â proceeded to pace the dining room while he studied the long yellow pad sheâd handed him.
Eve couldnât see him from where she stood at the sink, surrounded by copper pots and the wildflower-patterned plates visible through the glass doors of the cabinets. But every minute or so she could hear the sharp crackle of a page being quickly turned. The sound was as agitated as Hal himself.
Had she thought it would do any good, sheâd have gone in there with him. She knew he hadnât been inside the house since the funeral, so his being here had to be difficult for him. There were so many memories a person had to sort through when faced with a loss, and being eight years older than she, he had eight more years of memories to deal with than she did. But he didnât seem to want whatever support she could have offered. He just wanted to get the job done so he could leave.
She turned the water off at the sink and reached for the towel. As she did, she became aware of voices drifting through the foyer from the front porch. The low tones were definitely male. The higher ones were Mollyâs giggle.
The male voice didnât belong to Hal, either.
Since Molly and her teddy bear were outside playing with her dolls, Eve had left the front door open. The little girl liked the big railed porch with its wicker chairs and potted geraniums better than the backyard because, out front, she could watch the big kids play.