Sometimes romance is hiding in plain sightâ¦
When Connor Danson becomes an unwitting witness to a violent crime, he is forced to leave Sacramento and keep a low profile until the trial is over. He arrives in the tiny mountain town of Virgin River with a chip on his shoulder and an ache in his heart.
Leslie Petruso didnât want to leave her hometown either. But she canât stand another minute of listening to her ex-husband tell everyone that his new wife and impending fatherhood are the best things that ever happened to him. Virgin River may not be home, but itâs a place where she can be anonymous.
Neither Connor nor Leslie is remotely interested in starting a new relationshipâ¦until they meet one another. Even they canât deny they have a lot in commonâbroken hearts notwithstanding. And in Virgin River, no one can stay hidden away from life and love for very long.â¦
âCarr pulls out all the emotional stopsâ¦in her popular contemporary-romance saga featuring the drama-rich Northern California mountain community.â
âBooklist on Paradise Valley
Praise for New York Times and USA TODAY
bestselling author
âThis book is an utter delight.â
âRT Book Reviews on Moonlight Road
âStrong conflict, humor and well-written characters are Carrâs calling cards, and theyâre all present here.â¦You wonât want to put this one down.â
âRT Book Reviews on Angelâs Peak
âThis story has everything: a courageous,
outspoken heroine, a to-die-for hero and a plot that will touch readersâ hearts on several different levels. Truly excellent.â âRT Book Reviews on Forbidden Falls
âAn intensely satisfying read.
By turns humorous and gut-wrenchingly emotional, it wonât soon be forgotten.â âRT Book Reviews on Paradise Valley
âCarr has hit her stride with this captivating series.â
âLibrary Journal on the Virgin River series
âThe Virgin River books are so compellingâ
I connected instantly with the characters and just wanted more and more and more.â â#1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber
One
Brie Valenzuela finished her large latte and looked into the empty cup. Sheâd been waiting in this coffee shop for over an hour, trying to look engrossed in her newspaper, but as the time ticked by, she only grew more concerned. The man she was meeting was a witness to a murder and needed a place to hide out. Sheâd be hooking him up with a place to stay and a job in Virgin River as a favor to one of her colleagues from the Sacramento District Attorneyâs office, and when a witness was late in meeting his contact, there was reason to be concerned.
Brie wanted to make a phone call to Sacramento but didnât want to alarm anyone. Instead, she asked the barista for another latte.
This witness, now known as Conner Danson, had seen a very well-known, high-profile Sacramento businessman shoot another man. Danson had been taking trash out behind his hardware store when it had happened and had seen everything. Heâd called the police and become the sole witness to the crime. Thanks to his prompt report, theyâd found evidence of blood in the manâs car, though it had been cleaned, but no weapon. DNA tests had proved the blood belonged to the victim. But, shortly after an arrest had been made, Dansonâs hardware store had burned to the ground, and a threat had been left on his home phone voice mail: You stayed out of the heat this time, but you wonât slip by us again.
Clearly the suspect, Regis Mathis, a very distinguished pillar of the community, was âconnected.â
Brie had served as an Assistant District Attorney with Max, officially Ray Maxwell, some years ago. Max was now the D.A. Heâd suspected some trouble with other witnessesâ anonymity and wasnât sure whether the leak was in his office or the Federal Marshalâs unit. A cautious man, heâd set up his own program. He wasnât about to take any chances on losing the only witness to a high-profile murder. Virgin River was an excellent option.
It was another twenty minutes before the door opened and a man entered, but her first thought was that he couldnât possibly be her witness. First of all, he was too young to own a prosperous hardware store that catered to custom buildersâthis guy was no more than thirty-five. And he was, for lack of a more refined description, hot. At about six-two, he was built like a warhorse, his muscles popping into prominence beneath the white T-shirt under his opened leather jacket. Wide shoulders, narrow hips, low-slung jeans, long legs. Although he wore a very unhappy expression at the moment, his face was perfectly symmetricalâsquare jaw, straight nose, thick brows and deep, dark blue eyes. He sported a very handsome, sculptured and tightly trimmed mustache and goatee.