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Silver Falls [Mass Market Paperback]

Anne Stuart

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May 1 2009 Mira Romantic Suspense
Rachel is finally getting it right. After years of wandering, she's married the perfect man and settled into the ideal life. But as her sleepy little town turns into a killing ground, she realizes that this new life might come at too high a price.

Caleb Middleton says he's returned home to set things right. But as her husband's dangerous brother circles like a hungry wolf, poking holes in her perfect world, Rachel draws her young daughter in close. The rain and violence keep coming, and Rachel must decide whether to trust her dream life or her instincts…before the town of Silver Falls becomes her grave.


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  • Mass Market Paperback: 384 pages
  • Publisher: Mira; 1 Original edition (May 1 2009)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0778325970
  • ISBN-13: 978-0778325970
  • Product Dimensions: 16.5 x 10.4 x 3 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 204 g
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #675,289 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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It was raining again. Of course it was, Rachel thought, peering up through the window at the gray, listless sky as her husband's black BMW pulled into their driveway. In Silver Falls, Washington, it was either raining, about to rain or just had finished raining. Even on an otherwise still night you could hear the rush of the thundering falls up on Silver Mountain, the roar of the water leaching into your brain until you felt as if you were drowning.

It was little wonder she had this sense of impending doom. There were any number of scientific studies proving the depressing effect of sunless days on human nature. She was used to the hot, sunny climates where she and her daughter had lived during the past ten years. She was simply having a hard time with rain, and gloom and shadows. She'd adapt. Everyone was moving to the Pacific Northwest—she'd grow to love it sooner or later.

She smoothed the discreet black shift down over her full hips, her hands restless. David wasn't going to be happy with her—she'd missed another appointment with the lawyer, she'd failed to meet him at his office and she'd let Sophie spend the night with friends on a school night rather than attend Stephen Henry's reading. David wouldn't argue with her, of course. Not David. He would look terribly disappointed, and that was far more effective than any number of screaming tantrums.

The thought of mild-mannered David throwing a tantrum was enough to make her grin. He pulled the BMW to a stop exactly two and a half feet from the garage, opened the door and stuck out his black umbrella, unfurling it before he stepped out of the car into the light mist. He caught Rachel's smile, and he smiled back, though his expression was tinged with that damnable, omnipresent disappointment.

"You missed our three-o'clock meeting at the lawyer's," he greeted her, clinking cheekbones with her in a ritual sign of affection. "I thought you were going to make sure you got there."

Guilt annoyed her, but she felt it anyway. "I'm so sorry, David," she said, trying to sound penitent. "I just got caught up in work." Which was a lie. She'd looked up at the faint glow of her watch in the darkroom, saw that she had plenty of time to get to their appointment and then promptly ignored it.

"This is the third time, Rachel," he said with utmost patience. "Are you having second thoughts about letting me adopt Sophie? It was your idea in the first place."

That wasn't exactly how Rachel remembered it, but she didn't bother correcting him. Being married meant making compromises, being tactful, something she could always work on.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said. "There's nothing I want more than for us to be a family. I just get…distracted."

He reached out and brushed an affectionate hand through her tangled red hair. "Always a dreamer, aren't you, Rachel?" he said, some of the disapproval vanishing. "Your daughter's more responsible than you are."

She took an instinctive step backward, trying to push her wild hair back into a semblance of order. David was a lovely man, but he had an unfortunate tendency to be ever so slightly patronizing. "I'm perfectly responsible when it's important," she said, keeping the edge out of her voice.

"And my adopting Sophie isn't important?" The disappointment was back in full, and Rachel bit back an instinctive retort. He hated it when she was bitchy, and she hated it as well. For Sophie's sake, most of all.

But then, Sophie wasn't there at the moment.

"You know it is, David. But there isn't any hurry, is there? We've only been married four months, and I don't know about you but I'm planning to stay married for the next fifty years. There's no need to rush into anything." She tried her most winning smile, the smile that had first caught his eyes six months ago in San Francisco, even if it was a little tight around the edges.

"Of course not," David said easily. That was what she'd first loved about him. His ability to take things in stride, including her temper. "Are you ready to go? We're running late as it is. You know how my father likes to have his audience gathered before he launches into a reading."

"I know," she said, glumly, unable to summon up much more enthusiasm. David's father, Stephen Henry Middleton, professor emeritus of Silver Falls College, self-styled poet laureate of the Pacific Northwest, should have been a welcome part of the package. She hadn't known any kind of father for the past thirteen years, not since she'd been kicked out of the house for being seventeen and pregnant, and Stephen Henry was born to be a patriarch. He doted on an unappreciative Sophie and managed just the right amount of decorous flirting with his daughter-in-law. Maybe it was Sophie's hidden dislike that tipped her off. Her daughter always had had far better instincts than she had.

"I'm ready," she said, plastering on her best smile.

David took a spotless white linen handkerchief from his elegant suit, reached up and wiped her lipstick off her mouth. "There," he said with a sigh of satisfaction. "That's much better. Aren't you going to change your shoes?"

She'd loved that bright slash of color on her mouth, but marriage was give and take, and she knew David didn't like makeup. She must have done it subconsciously, just to annoy him. She really had to stop doing things like that or she'd never settle in.

She looked down at her shoes. She was still wearing the two-inch heels that put her a good three inches taller than David's blond head. They were the brightly colored espadrilles she'd picked up in Mexico, with straps around the ankles that made her strong legs look sexy. She sighed. "Sorry, I forget," she said, kicking them off and going in search of the ballet slippers he preferred. He followed her, shoes in his hand. "Sorry," she said again, grabbing the plain black flats. She had a weakness for shoes, and she always left them all over the place, and David was always picking them up. He moved past her, placing them in the labeled cubby hole of the custom closet that both delighted and intimidated her with its strict organization, then held out his arm.

"Where's Sophie?"

"I told her she could spend the night at Kristen Bannister's. You know what a math wonk she is— she promised to help Kristen understand the bizarre properties of God knows what, and I knew we wouldn't want to be late."

Just the faintest flash of impatience on David's handsome face, gone almost as it appeared. "There are times I think you married me for the math program here in town."

"Of course not. Just because her gift for math makes me feel like the village idiot doesn't mean I'd run off with the first man who had access to an accelerated math program. I had no idea the local high school was so good."

"I told you," he pointed out. "When you were having trouble helping her. Homeschooling can only take you so far."

"I married you for you, David," she said firmly. "How can you doubt it?"

"I don't," he said, looking happier. "It's just that my father adores Sophie and he doesn't see her often enough."

But Sophie didn't adore his father. "Schoolwork comes first, don't you agree?"

"Of course." As a college professor he couldn't very well say anything else. "We'll have to bring her over for dinner some time this week to make up for it."

"Of course," Rachel said. Sophie would go if she asked her to. But Rachel hadn't lived thirty years, half of them on her own, without learning how to get what she wanted. After all, she was doing this for Sophie, giving her a sane life away from the nomadic travels that had suddenly turned tragic, giving her access to the kind of school that would nurture her extraordinary gift. Sophie had better things to do than cater to the overweening vanity of an aging academic.

Then again, Rachel had better things to do herself, and yet she was going off, the perfect faculty wife in the perfect little college town where it never stopped raining and she felt like she was slowly suffocating….

"Are you all right?" David said, his voice soft with concern. "You clutched my arm."

"Just a hand cramp, darling. I've been working too hard."

He smiled at her fondly. "I love it that you've kept up with your photography, but you know you don't have to. I make more than enough for both of us."

They'd had this discussion before, and they'd probably be still arguing about it on their deathbeds, seventy happy years from now. She shoved her hair back from her face. "It's not about the money, David. It's who I am."

He led her out into the damp night, closing the door of the house behind him and double locking the door. He'd left no lights on—he was religious about saving electricity. "And what you are is perfect," he said. "Do you mind us taking your car? Mine still smells from that run-in with a dead deer."

"Of course. Do you want me to take your car and get it washed tomorrow?"

He shook his head. "You know how silly I am… It's my baby, and I hate to have anyone else touch it, even you, darling. I'll see to it. I can use the Range Rover until then."

David loved his Range Rover with an Anglophile's passion, andit seldom saw the lightof day. It usually sat in state in David's immaculate garage.

She said nothing. David had his life arranged to perfection, and who was she to argue? So she merely smiled indulgently, tucked her perfect little evening bag under her perfect arm, and got in the car with her perfect husband. It was going to be a long night.

Caleb Middleton ducked beneath the tarp that covered what should have been the hallway in his house and headed into the half-finished bathroom. He expected that the plumbing would have died, but he turned the faucet and rust-colored water dribbled out, slowly at first, then turning into a steady stream. He turned on the shower—no hot water, of course, but the gravity-fed pump was working—and he stripped off his muddy clothes and shoes and stepped in.

He didn't close his eyes. He could still see her body, trapped in the branches. He'd called the police, anonymously, but Maggie Bannister wouldn't have any trouble tracking his cell phone. And then th...


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Amazon.com: 2.5 out of 5 stars  25 reviews
32 of 33 people found the following review helpful
2.0 out of 5 stars This Anne Stuart fan says: Don't buy it. Under no circumstances. Just don't. May 21 2009
By R. Murphy - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback|Verified Purchase
I like Anne Stuart. I like her morally bankrupt heroes, her neurotic and mouthy heroines, and I love how far she pushes the envelope of behavior. I like her old stuff, and I like her new stuff. I just like her.

So please consider that when I say, don't buy this book. Close your eyes and pretend that it isn't even part of Anne Stuart's body of work. Because this is without a doubt the worst thing she has ever written in at least two decades.

Rachel, our heroine, is brain-dead. That somewhere along the line she received a lobotamy is the only explanation for her truly, dismally idiotic behavior. It is painfully obvious from the beginning (yeah, even Stuart gives up the 'suspense' element of the big seecret at about the second chapter) that Rachel has married a serial killer, and one who has a fixation on her daughter. Rachel is constantly presented with things that would send even a fairly dull-minded heroine fleeing for the door (gosh, my husband sure is controlling. gee, he seems weirdly fixated on me signing certain legal documents. wow, isn't it weird that we've only had sex once and that I've never seen him naked? huh, it seems a bit strange that he continually tries to remove all signs of my presence in this house. crikey, you actually mean that I've never been inside his locked home office where he keeps a shrine to his own killings and talismans of his victims?) yet she stays. People around her (best friend, father-in-law, hot brother-in-law) keep warning her about her husband, yet she blithely returns to him. She actually *goes home* after the hero tells her to her face that the husband is a serial killer -- after *she herself* basically responded, "Yeah, that does seem to make sense."

Reading a book with a heroine this deeply stupid is a waste of time, and too frustrating for words. Rachel has a few cute scenes with the hero, which is why I gave it two stars, but not nearly enough to make up for how stupid she is for the entire rest of the book.

Let me put it this way -- a mentally retarded labradoodle would've lasted until maybe Chapter 4 before saying, "You know, hot brother-in-law who I've already macked on, you make some valid points about my husband. I think I'll take your advice and take my daughter to the nearest airport and never ever come back."

I don't know if Anne Stuart just really needed a paycheck, or if her publisher was pushing her, but this book was just a dud. The rest of her books run from fine to great, but just forget that she ever wrote this.
9 of 9 people found the following review helpful
3.0 out of 5 stars Not One of Stuart's Better Books April 27 2009
By Amazon Customer - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback
I am a huge fan of Anne Stuart, so when one her books come out, I am super excited. But Silver Falls was not one her best. Dont get me wrong, it was a decent book, but not the usual Stuart book. First off, you know who the bad person is from the start, when usually in her books, there is always that doubt with the main hero. Secondly, it just did not have the suspense between Caleb and Rachel that Stuart usually has. So I am giving this book a 3. It was ok, but not an Anne Stuart Best.
6 of 6 people found the following review helpful
1.0 out of 5 stars Fell way short Oct. 11 2009
By Deborah Verlen - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback
Wow, I'm not even sure what to say about this book. Rachel's fundamentalist parents disowned her when she became pregnant as a 17 year old. Rachel, working as a photographer, and her daughter Sophie roamed the world taking pictures. When Sophie turned 13, Rachel married the perfect man, David Middleton and settled in the perfect place Silver Falls, Washington. She is trying to live a perfect life, but several months after settling there a young woman's body is discovered. Enter her mysterious brother-in-law Caleb.

The book is labeled romantic suspense. Not so much. You figure out quickly who is killing the young women and then you have to scratch your head and ask, how dumb can you be Rachel? I can only believe the author meant for you as the reader to figure out 'who dunnit' early on, but the bigger question then becomes why? A big portion of the suspense that one expects from a mystery or romantic suspense is gone. The fact that the killer is so obvious to the reader has one questioning Rachel's intelligence.

The story did not sustain my interest. I sort of sped read through the last half as there seemed to be no reason to continue reading with bated breath. The issues I had with the mystery were prominent in my dislike of the book, but I also found the heroine to be incredibly annoying in her stupidity. It was hard to believe that she had roamed the globe as a photographer and not had gotten some "street" smarts. Caleb, the hero, now I did think he was hot!

If you are a die hard Anne Stewart fan you may like this book. But then again, you may find yourself asking "what was she thinking?"
6 of 6 people found the following review helpful
2.0 out of 5 stars What? May 14 2009
By Krista Lyn - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback
I am an Anne Stuart "groupie". I read a few of her earlier books...loved them....and went on to purchase her entire backlist. I've been slowly and surely been working my way through all her earlier books. When I saw that she just came out with Silver Falls, I decided to fast forward to her newest work of fiction. I should have stayed in the past!!!!!!!

This just isn't that great of a book.....(shocking coming from a reviewer who at worst gives Stuart 4 star reviews). There is very little suspense, and David is just downright creepy. Rachel is a character I never connected to. She seemed a little "to stupid to live" and claimed to want what was best for her daughter while making all the wrong decisions. Her language is vulgar, and her "tough girl" act just didn't work for me at all.

Caleb is another one of Stuart's bad boys, and I have to admit that I liked him...but I like all of Stuart's heroes. His arrival to the plot is this book's only redeeming quality, but I did question why he was into Rachel....was it because she was David's wife or in spite of the fact?... I just don't know.

I'd skip this one....or check it out from the library if you must read it. Early Stuart books like Nightfall, Ritual Sins, and Lord of Danger made me a fan for life. Luckily Silver Falls wasn't my first Stuart book because I would've missed the brilliance of this author's breath of talent.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars A Change of Pace April 20 2009
By Pamela P - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Mass Market Paperback
I actually liked Silver Falls. There were certain elements that some readers may not like but to me the story worked. There is no real mystery because the author lets the reader know what is going on pretty much from the beginning. Still the story moved at a good pace and kept me reading to the end.

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