From Robyn Carr, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the popular Virgin River novels, comes Thunder Pointâthe highly anticipated new series that will make you laugh, make you sigh, and make you fall in love with a small town filled with people youâll never forget.
Nestled on the Oregon coast is a small town of rocky beaches and rugged charm. Locals love the landâs unspoiled beauty. Developers see it as a potential gold mine. When newcomer Hank Cooper learns heâs been left an old friendâs entire beachfront property, he finds himself with a communityâs destiny in his hands.
Cooper has never been a man to settle in one place, and Thunder Point was supposed to be just another quick stop. But Cooper finds himself getting involved with the town. And with Sarah Dupre, a woman as complicated as she is beautiful.
With the whole town watching for his next move, Cooper has to choose between his old life and a place full of new possibilities. A place that just might be home.
Praise for #1 New York Times bestselling author
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....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
It took Hank Cooper almost eight hours to get from Virgin River to Thunder Point, Oregon, because he was towing his fifth wheel, a toy hauler. He pulled to the side of the road frequently to let long strings of motorists pass. Just prior to crossing the California/Oregon border, he stopped at a redwood tourist trap featuring gardens, souvenirs, wood carvings, a lunch counter and restrooms. Skipping the garden tour, he bought a sandwich and drink and headed out of the monument-size trees to the open road, which very soon revealed the rocky Oregon Coast.
Cooper stopped at the first outlook over the ocean and parked. His phone showed five bars and he dialed up the Coos County Sheriffâs Department. âHello,â he said to the receptionist. âMy name is Hank Cooper and Iâm on my way to Thunder Point following a call from someone saying my friend, Ben Bailey, is dead. Apparently he left something for me, but thatâs not why Iâm headed your way. The message I got was that Ben was killed, but there were no details. I want to talk to the sheriff. I need some answers.â
âHold, please,â she said.
Well, that wasnât what he expected. Heâd figured heâd leave a number and eat his lunch while he waited.
âDeputy McCain,â said the new voice on the line.
âHank Cooper here, Deputy,â he said, and in spite of himself, he straightened and squared his shoulders. Heâd always been resistant to authority, yet he also responded to it. âI was hoping to speak with the sheriff.â
âIâm the deputy sheriff. The county sheriffâs office is in Coquille. This is a satellite office with a few deputies assigned. Thunder Point is smallâthereâs a constable but no other local law enforcement. The constable handles small disputes, evictions, that sort of thing. The county jail is in Coquille. How can I help you, Mr. Cooper?â
âIâm a friend of Ben Bailey and Iâm on my way into town to find out what happened to him.â
âMr. Cooper, Ben Baileyâs been deceased for more than a couple of weeks.â
âI gather that. I just found out. Some old guyâRawley someoneâfound a phone number and called me. He was killed, Rawley said. Dead and buried. I want to know what happened to him. He was my friend.â
âI can give you the details in about ninety seconds.â
But Cooper wanted to look him in the eye when he heard the tale. âIf youâll give me directions, Iâll come to the Sheriffâs Department.â
âWell, thatâs not necessary. I can meet you at the bar,â the deputy said.
âWhat bar?â
âBenâs. I guess you werenât a close friend.â
âWe go back fifteen years but this is my first trip up here. We were supposed to meet with a third buddy from the Army in Virgin River for some hunting. Ben always said he had a bait shop.â