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Cold Summer
Nature had gone awry...
When Caro Hardin returned to the isolated North country as she'd vowed she never would, the friend she'd come to rescue had vanished. All that remained was an uncannily cool July - and the object of a school-days crush on whom Caro hoped to rely.
Under usual circumstances, Mike Schaeffer wanted nothing more than to reestablish romantic ties with Caro, but now a murderer was in their midst...and Caro could possibly provide the psychological profile, the much-needed map of the deranged madman's mental terrain.
Only a kiss shared years ago by Mike and Caro offered hope. But while they sought to illuminate the dark recesses of the murderer's mind, even the great power of love began to fail. And it seemed Mike and Caro might not survive the cold summer...nor the even colder killer.
251 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published February 1, 1993
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Alice Orr
22 books52 followersMy Name is Alice & This is My Story.
Growing up as an only child until I was nine had a lot to do with making me a storyteller. I wasn’t really alone because I had my imagination and spent loads of time there.
I also had Grandma and she did two amazing things for me. She told me stories of her own and she listened to mine. I’d sit at the table in her warm kitchen and kick my toes under my chair because my feet didn’t yet touch the floor. I'd talk while Grandma listened with a twinkle in her eye behind her rimless glasses. Because of Grandma I love to tell stories.
In the eighth grade I had a teacher named Mrs. Mahon. I was a restless, troublesome student. Then she assigned a writing project and I wrote several pages without a restless moment in any of them.
When Mrs. Mahon handed back the graded papers she dropped mine on my desk & said “You know how to write, girl.” I figured that must be true. Mrs. Mahon wouldn’t have complimented bad-student me unless she meant it. At last I had something I loved to do that I was good at doing.
Still it was decades before I talked about my dream to anybody but myself. My husband Jonathan asked me a question that changed my life. “If you could do anything at all what would it be?”
I couldn’t answer right away. I was afraid that if I spoke the words out loud they'd shatter in the air and my dream would shatter with them. Finally I said “If I could do anything at all I’d be a writer.”
Those words did not shatter and everything I’ve done since has been about pursuing them.
Growing up as an only child until I was nine had a lot to do with making me a storyteller. I wasn’t really alone because I had my imagination and spent loads of time there.
I also had Grandma and she did two amazing things for me. She told me stories of her own and she listened to mine. I’d sit at the table in her warm kitchen and kick my toes under my chair because my feet didn’t yet touch the floor. I'd talk while Grandma listened with a twinkle in her eye behind her rimless glasses. Because of Grandma I love to tell stories.
In the eighth grade I had a teacher named Mrs. Mahon. I was a restless, troublesome student. Then she assigned a writing project and I wrote several pages without a restless moment in any of them.
When Mrs. Mahon handed back the graded papers she dropped mine on my desk & said “You know how to write, girl.” I figured that must be true. Mrs. Mahon wouldn’t have complimented bad-student me unless she meant it. At last I had something I loved to do that I was good at doing.
Still it was decades before I talked about my dream to anybody but myself. My husband Jonathan asked me a question that changed my life. “If you could do anything at all what would it be?”
I couldn’t answer right away. I was afraid that if I spoke the words out loud they'd shatter in the air and my dream would shatter with them. Finally I said “If I could do anything at all I’d be a writer.”
Those words did not shatter and everything I’ve done since has been about pursuing them.
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August 17, 2012
Caro returns to her upstate New York hometown on the behest of a good friend who is in trouble. The friend, Willow, disappears the next day. Caro suspects Willow’s husband, who she thinks is abusive based on Willow’s fear. However, old friend and crush, Mike, now police detective, thinks Justin is an upstanding citizen. Then a series of murders tries to distract them from finding Willow. This story was OK, but Caro had a grudge against the town because of her lousy family life and lack of support from townspeople. I had a hard time connecting to this since she didn’t give any actual stories to support it. She described a harsh Mother and weak Father but I didn’t get the town’s impact. It felt like something was missing.
April 29, 2025
Got this vintage HI book at a thrift store. Some oldies are great. This one wasn’t so much. It was slow, the romance was dull, and the ending…it wasn’t even written!!! Seriously one chapter she ran to him after he was fighting the bad guy, the next they are engaged! SMH
July 7, 2008
some great twists!
would probably read another by this author. was a bit twisted, but, since it had some romance in it also, was still a quick easy read inbetween some REALLY twisted thrillers!
would probably read another by this author. was a bit twisted, but, since it had some romance in it also, was still a quick easy read inbetween some REALLY twisted thrillers!
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