Saint's Gate (Sharpe & Donovan Series #1)

Saint's Gate (Sharpe & Donovan Series #1)

by Carla Neggers

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Overview

When Emma Sharpe is summoned to a convent on the Maine coast, it's partly for her art crimes work with the FBI, partly because of her past with the religious order. At issue is a mysterious painting depicting scenes of Irish lore and Viking legends, and her family's connection to the work. But when the nun who contacted her is murdered, it seems legend is becoming deadly reality.

Colin Donovan is one of the FBI's most valuable assets—a deep-cover agent who prefers to go it alone. He's back home in Maine after wrapping up his latest mission, but his friend Father Bracken presents him with an intrigue of murder, international art heists and a convent's long-held secrets that is too tempting to resist. As the danger spirals ever closer, Colin is certain of only one thing—the very interesting Emma Sharpe is at the center of it all.

A ruthless killer has Emma and Colin in the crosshairs, plunging them into a race against time and drawing them deeper into a twisted legacy of betrayal and deceit.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781464018176
Publisher: Recorded Books, LLC
Publication date: 01/07/2002
Series: Sharpe & Donovan Series , #1
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 1.25(h) x 9.00(d)

About the Author

Carla Neggers is the New York Times bestselling author of the Sharpe and Donovan series featuring Boston-based FBI agents Emma Sharpe and Colin Donovan and the Swift River Valley series set in small-town New England. With many bestsellers to her credit, Carla and her husband divide their time between their hilltop home in Vermont, their kids' places in Boston and various inns, hotels and hideaways on their travels, frequently to Ireland. Learn more at CarlaNeggers.com.

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Emma Sharpe steeled herself against the sights and sounds of her past and kept up with the nervous woman rushing ahead of her in the dense southern Maine fog. They came to a tall iron fence, a folk-art granite statue of Saint Francis of Assisi glistening with drizzle among purple coneflowers and cheerful golden daylilies by the gate.

The little bird perched on Saint Francis's shoulder still had a couple of missing tail feathers.

Sister Joan Mary Fabriani stopped at the gate. On the other side was the "tower," the private work space where the Sisters of the Joyful Heart performed their restoration and conservation work. In violation of convent protocol, Sister Joan had escorted Emma onto the convent grounds without having her first stop at the motherhouse to register as a visitor.

And a visitor she was, in boot-cut jeans, a brown leather jacket, Frye boots and a Smith & Wesson 442 strapped to her left calf.

"The gate's locked," Sister Joan said, turning to Emma. "I have to get the key."

"I'll go with you."

"No. Wait here, please." The older woman, who'd spent the past thirty years as a member of her order, frowned slightly at the gate, which crossed the meandering stone walk two hundred yards from the main gate at the convent's entrance. "I thought I left it unlocked. It doesn't matter. I'll only be a few minutes."

"You're preoccupied, Sister," Emma said. "I should go with you."

"The shortest route to the tower is through an area restricted to members of our community here."

"The meditation garden. I remember."

"Yes. Of course you do."

"No one will be there at this hour. The sisters are busy with their daily work."

"I'm in no danger, Emma." Sister Joan smiled, her doe-brown eyes and wide, round face helping to soften her sometimes too-frank demeanor. "It's all right if I call you Emma, isn't it? Or should I call you Agent Sharpe?"

Emma noted an almost imperceptible bite in Sister Joan's voice. "Emma's fine."

With a broad hand, Sister Joan brushed a mosquito off the wide, stretchy black headband holding back her graying dark hair. Instead of the traditional nun's habit, the Sisters of the Joyful Heart wore plainclothes; in Sister Joan's case a dark gray hand-knitted sweater and calf-length skirt, black tights and sturdy black leather walking shoes. The simple silver profession cross hanging from her neck and the gold band on her left ring finger were the only external indications that she was a Roman Catholic nun.

She looked pained. "I've already broken enough rules by having you here without telling anyone."

Sister Joan hadn't given any details when she'd called Emma in Boston early that morning and asked her to make the two-hour drive north to the convent, located on a small peninsula on a beautiful, quiet stretch of rockbound Maine coast.

"At least give me an idea of what you want to talk to me about," Emma said.

Sister Joan hesitated. "I'd like to get your opinion on a painting."

As if there could be any other reason. "Do you suspect it's stolen?"

"Let me get the key and show you. It'll be easier than trying to explain." Sister Joan stepped off the walk onto the lush, wet grass, still very green late in the season, and looked back at Emma. "I want to thank you for not bringing a weapon onto the grounds."

Emma made no comment about the .38 tucked under the hem of her jeans. She'd left her nine-millimeter Sig Sauer locked in its case in her car outside the convent's main gate but had never considered going completely unarmed.

Without waiting for a response, Sister Joan followed the fence into a half dozen mature evergreens. The evergreens would open into a beautiful garden Mother Superior Sarah Jane Linden, the foundress of the Sisters of the Joyful Heart, had started herself more than sixty years ago in a clearing on a rocky ledge above a horseshoe-shaped cove. The sisters had added to it over the years—Emma herself had planted a pear tree—but the design remained essentially the one Mother Linden, who'd died almost twenty years ago, had envisioned.

As she lost sight of Sister Joan in the fog and trees, Emma stayed close to the tall gate. Even the breeze drifting through the evergreens and the taste of the salt in the damp air called up the longings of the woman she'd been—the possibilities of the woman she'd never become.

She pushed them aside and concentrated on the present. The morning fog, rain and wind would have attracted passing boats into the protected cove, one of the well-known "hurricane holes" on the Maine coast.

Watching guys on the boats when she was supposed to be in deep reflection and contemplation had been an early clue she wasn't cut out to be a nun.

Sister Joan, honest and straightforward to a fault, had always known. "You're an art detective, Emma. You're a Sharpe. Be who you are."

Emma touched a fingertip to a raindrop on Saint Francis's shoulder. The statue was the work of Mother Linden, an accomplished artist who'd have considered the absent tail feathers part of its charm as it aged.

The Sisters of the Joyful Heart was a tiny religious order, independently funded and self-sufficient. The twenty or so sisters grew their own fruits and vegetables and baked their own bread, but they also ran a shop and studio in the nearby village of Heron's Cove—Emma's hometown—and were skilled in art restoration, conservation and education. During the summer and early fall, the convent held retreats for art educators and conservators, as well as people who just wanted to learn how to protect family treasures. Various sisters were dispatched to Catholic schools throughout the region as art teachers. Hope, joy and love were central to their work and to their identity as women and religious sisters.

All well and good, Emma thought, but hope, joy and love hadn't prompted Sister Joan's call early that morning. Fear had.

"It's a personal favor," she had told Emma. "It's not FBI business. Please come alone."

Emma felt the cold mist gather on her hair, which she wore long now, and sighed at Saint Francis, the beloved early-thirteenth-century friar who had given up his wealth to follow a life of poverty. "What do you think, my friend?" She peered through the gate and made out a corner of the stone tower in the gray. "I know."

Sister Joan was afraid, and she was in trouble.

Sister Joan reached the meditation garden and took a breath as she entered the labyrinth of mulched paths, fountains and native plants. Bright purple New England asters brushed against her calves as she shivered in the damp air and tried to let go of her fear, pride and resentment. She envisioned Mother Linden out here as a very old woman, the hem of her traditional habit wet and muddy and her contentment complete. She'd understood and accepted that each sister brought her own gifts and frailties to their small community.

Lately, Sister Joan was more aware of her frailties. She often pushed herself and others too hard, and she had a tendency to probe and question when standing back and letting events unfold would have been better.

Too late to stand back now, she thought as she veered past a weathered brass sundial onto a narrow path that would take her through dwarf apple and pear trees, back to the fence. A large garden and a dozen full-size fruit trees were on the other side of the convent grounds, away from the worst of the ocean wind and salt. With the long New England winter ahead, the sisters had been canning and freezing, making jams and sauces, since the first spring peas had ripened. They were as self-sufficient as possible. Nothing went to waste.

Sister Joan was acutely aware she hadn't been pulling her weight recently in her community's day-to-day work. Art conservation was her particular area of expertise, but every sister participated in cooking, gardening and cleaning. No one was exempt. Every task was God's work. She hoped, with Emma's help, she would soon resume her normal routines. She was accustomed to sharing everything with the other sisters and regretted not being open with them, but what choice did she have?

It was for their sake that she was being circumspect to the point of sneaking an FBI agent onto the grounds.

Sister Joan picked up her pace. She had to learn the truth. Then she would know what to do.

She came to the fence again and followed it a few yards to where it ended at the edge of a rock ledge that dropped almost straight down to the water. She could see the outline of at least a dozen sailboats and yachts that had taken refuge in the cove and wondered if anyone was looking up at the one-time estate and imagining what life was like in the secluded convent.

She had as a child, sailing with her family. Her parents hadn't been particularly religious, but even as girl, she'd felt the call to a religious life stir within her. Only years later, after much study, contemplation, prayer and hard work, had she fully embraced her vocation and become a member of the Sisters of the Joyful Heart.

Holding on to a wet, cold cross-member for balance, Sister Joan eased around to the other side of the tall fence. She was mindful of her footing on the ledge, especially in the wet conditions, but she'd taken this route from the meditation garden to the tower countless times and had never come close to falling.

She ducked past the sweeping branches of a white pine and sloshed through a puddle of mud and browned pine needles, emerging onto the expanse of lawn in the middle of which stood the squat, rather unattractive, if impressive, tower. Why it was fenced off was just one of the many mysteries and eccentricities of the sprawling property the order had purchased in a dilapidated state sixty years ago. As near as anyone could figure, the tower had been modeled after a lighthouse and served as a place where the owners and their visitors could observe the ocean, passing boats and marine life. Now it was the center of the convent's work in the conservation, restoration and preservation of art.

I've dedicated my life to this work, Sister Joan thought, then shook her head, amending herself. For the past thirty years, she'd dedicated her life not to herself and art conservation but to the charism—the unique spirit—and mission of her community. She'd freely chosen to enter the convent and commit herself to the rigorous process of discerning her calling before professing her final vows. She'd done her best to live according to the example and the teachings of Mother Linden.

It was in that spirit that she'd called Emma Sharpe.

Her wet shoes squishing with every step, Sister Joan circled to the front of the tower. The entrance overlooked the ocean, barely visible now in the fog. Even so, she could feel the freshening of the breeze, signaling that the promised cold front was moving in. The fog would blow out quickly now and be gone by evening vespers.

She mounted the tower steps and noticed a cobweb in a corner of the leaded-glass panel window, as if it were there to remind her she'd been neglecting her basic duties. The gate key would be just inside. She seldom bothered with the gate and most often came and went by way of the meditation garden, but she'd have sworn she'd left it unlocked. Perhaps, she thought, it was just as well she had this time to think after seeing Emma. She was the same Emma Sharpe as ever and yet she'd changed. Of course, she'd come as an FBI agent, not as a friend.

Sister Joan pushed on the heavy, varnished oak door and paused, thinking she'd heard a sound. She couldn't tell if it was behind her or in front of her in the tower.

Was it just the creak of the door? Had she picked up a rock in the sole of her shoe that was now scraping on the stone step?

She stifled a flash of annoyance. Had Emma ignored her instructions and refused to wait by the gate?

She glanced behind her but saw no one on the lawn or in the trees back toward the fence. She heard only a distant seagull and the wash of the tide.

A window rattling in the strong breeze, maybe.

No matter. She'd grab the gate key and head straight to Special Agent Sharpe.

Involving Emma was an enormous risk if, in fact, the convent turned out to be even an unwitting partner in a scandal or, worse, illegal activity. Emma wouldn't cover for anyone, nor would Sister Joan ask her to, no matter how sorely tempted she might be. She simply wanted answers.

Had the Sisters of the Joyful Heart—had Mother Linden herself—helped hide an original Rembrandt?

Had they stood back as a troubled woman self-destructed?

Had they kept her secret for the past forty years?

Not actively, Sister Joan thought, ignoring the noise and pushing open the door wider. Passively, naively, accidentally, perhaps—unable to see what was happening in front of them.

Or because they'd been duped by wrongdoers.

She would like nothing better than for Emma to assure her that all was well and any suspicion to the contrary was an overreaction.

Holding the door open with her left elbow and foot, Sister Joan reached for the gate key on a hook to her right.

There it is again.

Definitely a scraping sound coming from inside the tower— wet gravel, possibly, grinding against the stone tile floor. The tower had no alarm system but it was surrounded by the fence and the cliffs, making access by outsiders difficult.

"Emma? Is that you? "

Sister Joan didn't like the fear she heard in her voice. This was her home. She'd never been afraid here.

She clutched the key, her foot still in the door. "Sister Cecilia?"

It would be just like Sister Cecilia to thrust herself into a situation where her help wasn't required. She was a novice as impetuous in her own way as Emma had been, but Sister Joan had never questioned Sister Cecilia's calling, only her ability to integrate into communal life. She had a multiplicity of interests—painting, pottery, music, writing—but she especially loved teaching art to young children. Sister Joan had never been good with children. As much as she loved the idea of them, she lacked the patience required to be a truly dedicated teacher.

She listened, but heard no further sounds.

She felt a twinge of guilt at her unkindness toward Sister Cecilia. Her tension over the mysterious painting and now Emma's presence wasn't an excuse. She liked to think that her insight into Sister Cecilia's frailties as well as her virtues—her cheerful, tolerant nature, her irrepressible curiosity, her deep spirituality— arose from love, but Sister Joan knew she had to guard against being overly critical and judgmental.

The door pressing heavily against her arm and foot, she resisted the urge to leap down the steps and race to the gate. After all these years, she'd never felt uneasy about being alone in the tower. She'd overseen the installation of a state-of-the-art conservation lab on the second floor and had spent countless hours there.

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Saint's Gate 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 65 reviews.
LMGardiner More than 1 year ago
A wonderful thrill ride of a story for mystery readers looking for adventure between the covers of a good book. The plot will keep you guessing and you'll fall in love with Emma and Colin and fear for them while they unravel this intricate mystery. I particularly enjoyed Emma's past and its connection with the mystery. WELL DONE!
LASR_Reviews More than 1 year ago
While "Trust your faith. Let it guide you to act with strength, courage, and compassion" is good advice; it is not always easy to follow with a killer invades one's life, whether one is a nun, an FBI agent, or a priest. Emma Sharpe is an FBI agent and highly valued for her expertise in the field of art crime. For three years she'd been a part of the Sisters of the Joyful Heart convent, but left before taking final vows. The international, multimillion dollar art crime operations are often linked with gun trafficking, drug trafficking, money laundering, kidnapping, fraud, extortion, and even terrorism. Emma is analytical and brings a unique perception to her work. While she can shoot straight and fight when needed, she is by nature thoughtful, reflective, contemplative, and prayerful. She needs her space at times to function at her best. When her friend Sister Joan asks for help on a matter at the convent, Emma goes and finds herself entangled in murder and theft. Events that happened long ago that may involve Emma's family as well as the convent and artists, long-dead, may be the cause of the upheaval at the convent. Colin Donovan, trying to recharge after a long undercover assignment as a FBI ghost agent, is a "Lone Ranger" type who likes his space. But, at the request of his friend, Father Finian Bracken, Colin gets involved with the convent case. It is on his "old stomping ground", just a short distance from his hometown. From his marine patrol days along the Maine coast, he is well acquainted with Heron's Cove and the convent. He and Emma square off at each other for a short time, but soon work together with a little encouragement from Emma's boss Matt Yankowski, who goes a long way back with Colin. The tangle of events from Dublin, Ireland to Maine keeps the adrenaline pumping. The many secondary characters and sub-plots help keep tensions high and emotions on full alert. Emma's grandfather and brother become a part of the tangled web as do the nuns. The flighty young artist Ainsley deAuberville, her deceased father, and her fiancé Gabe Campbell add to the tangled web with their connection to Emma's family and the convent. Carla Neggers' skill in foreshadowing and subtle clue-giving make suspense crackle like distant lightning that announces danger. Her characters come alive with their hang-ups, fears, past histories, and present needs. Father Finian Bracken is a character that intrigues with his connections and wealth in Ireland. The wide variety of characters make Saint's Gate throb with life, mystery, and suspense with humor wrinkled in that makes one smile. Ms. Neggers weaves bits of Viking lore, religious history, and art crimes into the immediate story of Emma and Colin as they ferret out a murderer and thief from the many possible suspects while they make a life-changing love connection that sizzles. The happy-ever-after is tenuous-not the usual and more a "happy for now", but who knows what the future holds? Saint's Gate is one for the bookshelf to be enjoyed again. Originally posted at the Long and Short of It Romance Reviews
RtBBlog More than 1 year ago
Review by Shyla: It's been a long time since I enjoyed a mystery novel as much as I did Saint's Gate. Chocked full of well fleshed out characters, action and an interesting plot, this tale had me intrigued from the very first page. Ms Neggers did a bang up job of creating a setting that took on a life of its own. I was immersed in the small Maine town, its inhabitants and their secrets. Her usage of art and religion was a refreshing choice! The two interlaced, and mingled to create a unique journey I thoroughly enjoyed. The heroine Emma is a smart, intelligent, and independent FBI agent with a surprising past. She was once on a path to become a nun. Her connection to Sisters of the Joyful heart is what brings her back to the convent via Sister Joan who suspects something strange is afoot. When Sister Joan is murdered right under her nose many things are brought into question; including Emma's loyalty to her job. Our hero Colin is in town for rest, and relaxation. But as we know, there's no rest for the wicked. With his rugged good looks, love for the outdoor, and mysterious career Colin is an irresistible package, that's dangerous to the heart. When he's placed on to the case and asked to look after Emma they both discover an attraction that refused to be denied. Not used to letting anyone in, they struggle to fight the bond forming as they chase down leads. I'd recommend this to anyone who loves a good, thriller, or mystery. But if you're looking for heat this one may not be the one for you. The attraction between Emma and Colin is obvious, but the sexual encounters are closed door.
songbirdsue More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this mystery romance. It has a great mystery that develops as the story progresses and delivers until the end. The characters were well developed and realistic. The romance is not overdone and progresses gradually and naturally throughout the story. It was a great read.
jef71 More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the book. It was will written. You did not know what was going to happen next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is my first Carla Nager's novel, and I like it. The main characters are multifaceted, and even the supporting ones are well-rounded. I like the mystery. I like the location. I like the people. Looking forward to #2.
harstan More than 1 year ago
At the Sisters of the Joyful Heart, Sister Joan Mary Fabriani asks FBI special agent Emma Sharpe to visit her. An art expert and former novice at the monastery, Emma agrees to see her art conservationist mentor. The Fed drops what she was doing in Jersey and heads to Maine to learn what troubled Sister Joan who wonders if Mother Linden hid an original Rembrandt for forty years. However just after she arrives with a cold greeting by her host, someone kills Sister Joan and the potential masterpiece is stolen. Emma teams up with undercover agent Colin Donovan who was asked by Father Finian Bracken to learn why a Fed was seeing Sister Joan. They soon follow clues involving art theft to Ireland where her grandfather started Sharpe Fine Art Recovery, but an unknown adversary seems to be one step ahead of them. This is a fast-paced romantic suspense starring two intriguing Feds falling in love at a time neither can afford the distraction as they work the case. Although the past seems over the top of Mt. Katahdin, sub-genre readers will enjoy the investigation as the bantering pair fuss, fight and fall in love. Reader will enjoy Saint's gate and helpfully have further Sharpe romantic mysteries in Maine and Ireland. Harriet Klausner
Conkie on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Good plot. Was really easy to get all the "sisters" mixed-up. The relationship development between H/H is appropriate due to character's background.
BookDivasReads on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A missing painting, a Viking Saint, lost treasure, a murdered nun and a former novice turned FBI agent investigating the painting and murder with the help of an undercover FBI agent. Strange combination but these are the basics at the center of Saint's Gate by Carla Neggers.Emma Sharpe is a former novitiate with the Sisters of the Joyful Heart. She realized that she was not suited to life as a nun prior to taking her final vows and was ultimately recruited into the FBI working as an investigator in art theft and fraud. She is called by Sister Cecilia to return to the convent to provide an opinion on a painting. Unfortunately when she arrives to inspect the painting it disappears and Sister Cecilia is brutally murdered on the convent grounds. When her FBI boss turns up and an undercover FBI agent she begins to suspect that there is more going on than she may realize. Her investigation takes her to Ireland and back and she still is having difficulty grasping the connection, if any, between her life and that of Colin Donovan, undercover FBI agent. I wish I could say I enjoyed reading Saint's Gate but regrettably I can't. The action and dialogue were literally all over the place. At times it felt as if I was dropped into the middle of the story without knowing much about the plot or characters. As a romantic suspense story the romance was expected yet appeared forced and there was little suspense to be found. Although I generally enjoy reading Ms. Neggers' books, this one seemed to miss on so many levels (plot, characters, and dialogue).
thornton37814 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Agent Emma Sharpe has been called back to the convent where she was once a novice by Sister Joan to comment on a painting. Emma's family had been involved in art restoration for years and now Emma investigates art crimes for the FBI. Sister Joan goes to the tower where the painting is located, surprising a thief. When Sister Joan doesn't return as expected, Emma sets off to find her. She encounters a novice named Cecelia along the way. She finds Sister Joan dead, it becomes a matter for local law enforcement, but naturally, she gets involved. Another FBI agent, Colin Donovan is in the area. Her boss Matt Yankowski comes up from Boston. Colin's friend Father Finian Bracken also plays an important role. All the crimes seem to be related to a period shortly after Sister Linden made the convent known for its art. I found this an enjoyable read. I liked the Maine setting. I enjoyed the characters. The plot was different from a lot of mysteries. While there is a touch of romance, I wouldn't necessarily classify this as a romantic suspense because the lead female character is law enforcement official instead of a governess, secretary, or other household servant. This review is based on an electronic galley provided by the publisher through NetGalley for review.
julie.billing on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Neggers does it again. Saints Gate had a good mix of good characters and an interesting story line. Usually I don't necessarily know who did it, though in this case I picked it up relatively early. A good read - only took me awhile because I've been so tired I just can't keep going!!
rhonda1111 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
4 STARS Emma Sharpe is a different Heroin. She is a FBI Agent with a special unit. Her family is known as art detectives, finding stolen art and returning it to right owners. Em ma worked for her family in the Irish office with her grandfather. Before that she was getting ready to be a Nun. I like Emma she is smart, cares about others and determined to find out who killed the nun and why did the nun really call Emma to come to the Convent and look at a picture.Colin Donovan is on vaction from his undercover job for the FBI. When his friend Father Bracken asks him to look into the murder of Sister Joan. Who's body was found by FBI agent Emma.The mystery is who killed the Sister Joan and why did she call Emma? Why did she not tell any of the other sisters especially Mother Lindon. Is a painting missing? I was involved in the story waiting to see who the killer was. What was missing. I am glad their is going to be another book with Emma and Colin. I want to read it too.Their seems to be a lot of connections to the Maine coast small towns and Ireland. Father Bracken is on a exchange for a year to Maine while the Father he replaced is over to Ireland for a year. Sharpes has an office in Ireland and main office in Maine. Colin has been on a case to Ireland. Few others had been their too.I was given this ebook to read in exchange of honest review from Netgalley.
RtB on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Shylareview copy provided by Nancy Berland Public RelationsIt¿s been a long time since I enjoyed a mystery novel as much as I did Saint¿s Gate. Chocked full of well fleshed out characters, action and an interesting plot, this tale had me intrigued from the very first page. Ms Neggers did a bang up job of creating a setting that took on a life of its own. I was immersed in the small Maine town, its inhabitants and their secrets. Her usage of art and religion was a refreshing choice! The two interlaced, and mingled to create a unique journey I thoroughly enjoyed. The heroine Emma is a smart, intelligent, and independent FBI agent with a surprising past. She was once on a path to become a nun. Her connection to Sisters of the Joyful heart is what brings her back to the convent via Sister Joan who suspects something strange is afoot. When Sister Joan is murdered right under her nose many things are brought into question; including Emma¿s loyalty to her job. Our hero Colin is in town for rest, and relaxation. But as we know, there¿s no rest for the wicked. With his rugged good looks, love for the outdoor, and mysterious career Colin is an irresistible package, that¿s dangerous to the heart. When he¿s placed on to the case and asked to look after Emma they both discover an attraction that refused to be denied. Not used to letting anyone in, they struggle to fight the bond forming as they chase down leads. I¿d recommend this to anyone who loves a good, thriller, or mystery. But if you¿re looking for heat this one may not be the one for you. The attraction between Emma and Colin is obvious, but the sexual encounters are closed door.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was very well written, it keeps ur attention also very intriguing
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Anaisbelieve More than 1 year ago
Saint's Gate is a fast paced page turner. I adored the heroine, who had an unconventional past. The hero was perfect for her. The backdrop of Maine and Ireland fascinated me, as I've never been to either place. There were several likely candidates for the killer, and I had fun trying to figure out who did it before the final reveal. I am looking forward to reading the next books in the series. Carla Neggers never disappoints!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Attention grabber and holder!
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This is a good read. This is one to read outside of a book club for a great mystery and suspenseful time between the pages. I enjoy Carla Neggers and I'm always excited when I see she has a new book for her readers.
Susan60625 More than 1 year ago
I waited for the paper back release and it was well worth the wait!
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