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Sometimes home is the refuge you need—and sometimes it isn't
Adelaide Davies, who's been living in Sacramento, returns to Whiskey Creek, the place she once called home. She's there to take care of her aging grandmother and to help with Gran's restaurant, Just Like Mom's. But Adelaide isn't happy to be back. There are too many people here she'd rather avoid, people who were involved in that terrible June night fifteen years ago.
Ever since the graduation party that changed her life, she's wanted to go to the police and make sure the boys responsible—men now—are punished. But she can't, not without revealing an even darker secret. So it's better to pretend….
Noah Rackham, popular, attractive, successful, is shocked when Adelaide won't have anything to do with him. He has no idea that his very presence reminds her of something she'd rather forget. He only knows that he's finally met a woman he could love.
- Sales Rank: #30905 in eBooks
- Published on: 2013-08-01
- Released on: 2013-07-30
- Format: Kindle eBook
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"The narrator, Carly Robins, did a really good job. She had to voice many different characters and I thought she was able to give them all a distinctive sound." ---Ramblings From This Chick
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Brenda Novak has penned over forty novels, including the Bulletproof trilogy and the Last Stand series. A two-time RITA Award nominee, she has garnered the National Readers' Choice, the Bookseller's Best, the Bookbuyer's Best, and many other awards.
Carly Robins is an actress and voice-over artist. She can be heard on commercials, video games, and promos. Carly comes to narration with a passion for performance along with the capability to span several genres, from romance to children's literature and thrillers.
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No way would he be able to reach her, not with his bare hands. And Noah Rackham didn't have anything else—just his mountain bike, which lay on its side a few feet away. In the pouch beneath the seat he kept a spare tube, the small plastic tool that made it easier to change a tire and some oil for his chain but no rope, no flashlight. He wouldn't have packed that stuff even if he'd had room. For one, he'd come out for a quick, hit-it-hard ride before sunset and wasn't planning to be gone longer than a couple of hours. For another, no one messed around with the old mine anymore. Not since his twin brother had been killed in a cave-in a decade and a half ago, just after high school graduation.
"Hello?" Kneeling at the mouth of the shaft where someone had torn away the boards intended to seal off this ancillary opening, he called into the void below.
His voice bounced back at him, and he could hear the steady drip of water, but that was all. Why wasn't the woman responding? A few seconds earlier, she'd cried out for help. That was the reason he'd stopped and come to investigate.
"Hey, you still there? You with me?"
"Yes. I'm here!"
Thank God she'd answered. "Tell me your name."
"It…it's Adelaide. But my friends call me Addy.
Why?"
"I want to know who I'm talking to. Can you tell me what happened?"
"Just get me out. Please! And hurry!"
"I will. Relax, okay, Addy? I'll think of something."
Cursing under his breath, he rocked back on his haunches. Ahead of him, the dirt road that temporarily converged with the single track he'd been riding disappeared around a sharp bend. To his left was the mountain, and to his right, the river, rushing a hundred feet below. He saw more of the same scenery behind him. Trees. Thick undergrowth, including an abundance of poison oak. Moist earth. Rocks. Fifty-year-old tailings from the mine. And the darkening sky. There were no other people, which wasn't unusual. Plenty of bikers and hikers used this trail, but mostly in the warmer months, and certainly not after dusk. The Sierra Nevada foothills, and the gold rushera town where he'd grown up, were often wet and chilly by mid-October.
Should he backtrack to the main entrance of the mine? Try to get in the way they used to?
He'd already passed that spot. Someone had fixed the rusty chain-link fence to keep kids from slipping through. Noah couldn't get beyond it, not without wire cutters or at least the claw part of a hammer. That entrance and this shaft might not even connect. It was likely they didn't, or whoever was stranded down there would've made her way over—provided she was capable of moving.
Scooping up his bike, he hopped on and went to check. Sure enough, the fence, with its danger keep out sign, was riveted to the rocky outcropping surrounding the entrance. He couldn't get through; he didn't have the proper tools, and there was nothing close by he could substitute. The only foreign object in the whole area was a bouquet of flowers that lay wilting in the mud. Noah guessed Shania Carpenter, Cody's old girlfriend, had placed them there. She'd probably come up here to commemorate the anniversary of when she and Cody had started dating, or become an item, or first made love or…whatever. She'd married, divorced and had a kid, in that order, but she'd never gotten over Cody's death.
Neither had Noah. It felt as if a part of him had died that night.
And now someone else's life could end the same way.
Certain that this entrance wasn't the answer to his problem, he returned to the shaft. He never would've noticed this other opening if not for that cry for help. The boards that'd been pried loose were so covered by moss they blended in with the rest of the scenery.
"I'm not going to be able to reach you," he called down. "Is there some other way out? A tunnel that might not be sealed off?"
Considering what had happened to his brother, was it safe for her to move?
"No. I—I've tried everything!"
The hysteria in those words concerned him. "Okay. Listen, I know you're…frightened, but try to stay calm. How badly are you hurt?"
"I'm not sure." It sounded as though she couldn't suck in enough air to speak normally, but he couldn't tell if that came from fright, exhaustion or injury. "Help me, please."
He wanted to help; he just didn't know how. The shaft was too deep to reach her without rope. But if he hurried off to notify rescue personnel, he wasn't sure she'd be alive when he got back. Trying to bring others would take too much time. There was no place for a helicopter to land. And it wouldn't be easy to get an ambulance in here. A Jeep or truck could make it, but even that would be a challenge in the dark. Flooding several years ago had washed away parts of the old road.
But if he stayed, he'd soon lose all daylight and he had no flashlight. Even if he managed to get the woman out, how would he transport her in the pitch-black?
"Can you walk?" he called.
There was a slight delay. "How far?"
"I'm wondering if you're mobile, so I can assess the situation."
"I—I'm mobile."
That made a difference. It meant she wasn't so badly off that he couldn't sit her on his bike and run alongside. If he could get to her.
He was pretty sure he had a flashlight and a length of rope in his truck. He might even have food or something else that would come in handy. A sweatshirt would keep her warm, at least. He could use it if she didn't need it. It'd been a nice day, hence his lightweight bike shorts and T-shirt, but it was growing colder by the minute.
"Sit tight," he called down. "I have to go to my truck but I'll be back. I promise."
"Don't leave me!"
Panic fueled those words. "I'll be back," he repeated.
Tension tied his stomach into knots as he ignored her protests and clipped his feet into the pedals of his bike. The uneven ground and rocks and roots that offered the challenges he so enjoyed suddenly became unwelcome obstacles, jarring him despite the expensive shock absorbers on his bike. He was moving faster than ever before, especially through this stretch, where the riding was so technical, but he had no choice. If he didn't…
He couldn't even think about what might happen if he didn't. He'd seen his brother's crushed head. They'd made the decision as a family not to have an open casket.
Small pebbles scattered, churned up by his tires as he charged through patches of gravel. Hoping to shave off a few minutes, he climbed a steep embankment he typically tried only when he wanted maximum difficulty.
He made it up and over the ridge, and down the other side without mishap, but it felt as if it were taking forever to reach the highway.
By the time the trail leveled out, his lungs burned and his quads shook, but he knew that had more to do with fear than physical exertion. He owned Crank It Up, a bike shop in Whiskey Creek, and raced mountain bikes professionally. Thanks to endless hours of training, his body could handle twenty minutes of balls-to-the-wall riding. It was the memories of the day he'd learned his brother was dead and the frightened sound of Addy's voice that made what he was doing so difficult.
In case her life depended on his performance, he forced himself to redline it, but daylight was waning much faster than he expected. What if he couldn't see well enough to return? Considering how narrow the trail was in places, and the sharp dropoff on one side, his tire could hit a rock or a groove in the hard-packed dirt, causing him to veer off and plummet into the freezing-cold river—an accident he wasn't likely to survive. The road, though wider, would take twice as long.
You won't fall. He knew this trail far too well. This was where he felt closest to his brother—and not because Cody had died here. They'd started mountain biking when they were only thirteen, used to explore these mountains all the time. That was how they'd found the mine in the first place. It was Cody who'd turned it into a popular hangout during the final weeks of high school. Kids could bring booze or weed up there without being noticed or interrupted by the police, so a core group from the baseball team had thrown parties that had occasionally gotten out of hand. Toward the end, Noah had stopped going. He hadn't liked watching his brother snort coke, didn't appreciate the way Cody behaved when he was stoned. Noah had also been afraid Cody would get Shania pregnant before they had the chance to leave for college and he didn't want to attend San Diego State without him. They'd done almost everything together since birth.
He'd mentioned the risks to Cody many times, but no amount of warning seemed to faze him. Although Shania hadn't been at the party—her parents had whisked her away to Europe as soon as she had her diploma in hand—his brother had gone a little crazy that night with all the drinking and drugs, and he paid the ultimate price. From what Noah had heard, the party Cody had thrown graduation night had been as wild as they came.
Maybe if his brother had been thinking straight, he would've made it home safely, like everyone else….
After navigating a few final twists and turns, Noah spotted the gravel lot next to the two-lane highway where he'd parked, and raced down the straightaway.
Sweat rolled off him the second he stopped, despite the cold, but he barely noticed as he searched his truck. He found the towrope in his toolbox, a sweatshirt shoved under his seat not far from the flashlight and a stash of energy bars. He already carried all the water he had in a bladderlike contraption on his back. Unfortunately, he'd drunk most of it, but he found a first-aid kit in his jockey box, which was some consolation.
He had what he needed, but in case things didn't go as smoothly as he hoped, he wanted to call for help so there'd be a rescue team waiting.
He'd put his cell phone under his floor mat to keep it out of sight. There'd been a rash of car burglaries several months ago, courtesy of a group of teenagers who smoked pot and hung out at the river all summer—"river rats" they were called.
He fished his phone out to check for service. Coverage was spotty in these mountains. But obtaining a signal didn't turn out to be the problem. His battery was dead.
"Shit!" He wasn't one of those people who kept his phone attached to his ear 24/7. It was more of an afterthought—obviously, since he didn't carry a charger.
He gazed up and down the road, hoping a vehicle would come by, but after a few seconds, he realized he couldn't keep standing there. He had to make a decision. Should he drive to Jackson, which was closer than Whiskey Creek, or go back for the woman as he'd originally intended?
Jackson would take too much time. He'd promised he wouldn't be long and for some reason it was important to him to make good on that.
Draping the rope around his neck, he tied the sweatshirt to his waist and tossed out the extra tube and tire-changing equipment he had in his seat pack without even caring where it fell. He needed room to squeeze in the energy bars and the contents of the first-aid kit. Then he held the flashlight against the handlebars and took off.
He had to get back to the mine before full dark. Otherwise, he'd be forced to take the road or travel even more slowly on the trail, and he feared that whoever was stranded in the shaft couldn't survive the delay.
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Adelaide Davies stared at the hole above her, the only thing she could see in this dark space. Would the person who'd called to her really come back?
It didn't look hopeful. She had no way of keeping track of the passing minutes, but it seemed as if an hour had gone by since he'd promised to help.
Maybe he was the same person who'd put her down here and he'd just returned to make sure she didn't survive. Maybe he knew she was guilty of something even worse than what he'd done, and felt that this would be a fitting end….
No! No one knows the truth. Except me. She had to quell the fear charging through her, or she wouldn't survive this emotionally, even if she survived it physically. It was fifteen years since she'd last been inside the mine, since she'd been anywhere close. As a matter of fact, she'd been here only once before—to attend a high school graduation party when she was a sophomore.
It'd all seemed so exciting, so hopeful when she was invited. But that party had changed her forever. Never again would she be the same shy but happy girl she'd been before. And, unlike so many other victims, she knew exactly who to blame. There'd been five of them, five of the most popular jocks, all upperclassmen.
The memories of that night made her sick. She would've gone to the police, would've seen to it that they were prosecuted as they deserved. But she couldn't, for a lot of reasons.
It was getting too cold. She had to do something or she'd freeze to death in this damp, dark hole. After myriad attempts to climb or dig her way out, she could hardly move. Her wrists burned from the welts she'd caused by straining against the rope that had bound her hands. One whole side of her body was bruised from when she'd landed. But she had to scream, at the very least. She couldn't let the discouragement, the heartbreak, the memories, win.
"Hello? Can someone help me? Please? I'm in the mine!"
There was no answer; calling out seemed futile. The guy who'd stopped before was gone.
Her throat too raw to continue, she got to her feet and made another attempt to climb. She had to save herself before it grew any darker. But she slipped and slid down on her aching bottom. Nothing worked. The walls were irregular and too steep, and the pile of broken and fallen beams, jutting out in all directions, gave her slivers when she tried to use it for support.
What now? she asked herself. The person who'd thrown her down here had only beaten her enough to get her to comply with his demands. He hadn't raped her. But the moment she dropped her guard or became too distraught, the memories of what it'd been like that other time—the night of the party—washed over her, lapping higher and higher, like the incoming tide, until her mind was saturated with the past and she felt no different than the terrified girl she'd been at sixteen.
It was the smell, she decided. The smell conjured up that night as vividly as though she'd just lived it.
Sweet sixteen and never been kissed, one of them had breathed in her ear.
Hugging herself, she began to rock. She was shaking so hard she could hear her teeth chattering but couldn't stop. Was she in shock?
Would she even think of shock if she were?
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25 of 28 people found the following review helpful.
Good writer, but inappropriately-handled subject matter
By D. Summerfield
I will seek out Brenda Novak again because I think she is a good writer. This is my first time reading a Brenda Novak novel. She is an excellent writer, her dialogue is natural, and her characters well-drawn. But I had a difficult time enjoying the plot of this romance.
Addy Davies has returned to her hometown of Whiskey Creek to assist her aging grandmother, whom she adores, with her restaurant, Just Like Mom's . Addy is nervous and upset about being home because of a life-altering event which occurred to her during a Senior Night party when she was a quiet, studious sophomore in high school. On that horrible night, she was kidnapped and gang-raped by a group of the most popular boys in school. A death occurred in the aftermath of that horrendous experience. Addy has never told anyone about the rape. Soon after she arrives in town, she is rescued by the brother of one of her attackers from a harrowing second kidnapping. This brother, Noah Rackham, knows nothing about the rape, but was the twin of the rapist who died, so he bears a strong resemblance to that man.
The problem I have with the book is that this is supposed to be a romance, and while I can accept that many rape victims can and do move forward with their lives, Addy is portrayed as an intelligent, successful woman who, by turns, is consumed with the events which changed her life fifteen years before and is eager to gloss those events over. Her seeming undeniable attractions to Noah, and the interactions between the two of them once the rape is revealed are not believable. The rape and Addy's subsequent second kidnapping come across as merely a convenient plot device and not as the horrifyingly serious acts which they are. I really can't go into all of the ways this plot is a complete fail for me without spoiling the plot, but I think that the entire subject of rape, rape victims and violence against women is not handled deftly at all, and certainly not in a healthy way. The book just made me feel uneasy and not entertained when I was reading it. I especially hated the ending.
I have read some excellent books which concern rape and violence against women, but I was not reading them for pleasure. And let's face it, when people read a romance novel, they want romance, not a rape victim constantly confronting her rapists and dealing with kidnapping and assault. This book is like one of those "romance" books out of the 1980s.
Not recommended.
13 of 14 people found the following review helpful.
The Heart of Home
By Sue P
Addy Davies suffered a horrific, life altering event when she attended a graduation party for an older crowd. Addy chose to keep it hidden, but it forever changed her. After her own graduation, she left Whiskey Creek far behind to try to move on with her life.
Addy's grandmother basically raised her though, and now that she is getting older and needs help, Addy is back in Whiskey Creek. Leaving her job as a chef in Davis, she has returned to help her grandmother run her restaurant, but hoping her Grandmother will agree to sell it so that Addy can be safely on her way again. Addy has no intention of catching up with anyone in Whiskey Creek except for her Grandmother. She has purposely severed as many ties as she could to Whiskey Creek, and wants to keep it that way.
But someone who doesn't want the past to be revealed is worried...and shortly after Addy arrives in Whiskey Creek she is abducted from her bed, beaten and thrown in an abandoned mine. Addy has no idea what her abductor planned for her, because Noah Rackham, former high school crush, current super star racer, and notorious womanizer, happens upon her and saves her from an uncertain fate. Noah initially has no idea who Addy is when he first pulls her out of that mine...he also has no idea his deceased twin brother was one of the vicious attackers years ago. Noah doesn't know why Addy is so evasive about what happened, but he knows he is inexplicably drawn to the woman she has turned into. The more Addy tries to push Noah away, the more determined he that she should give him a chance.
Addy is determined to keep her secret from all those years ago. She holds onto a lot of guilt, not of the attack, but what happened afterwards. As much as it pains her to know her attackers have gone unpunished and have moved on so well with their lives, she is unable to face the past. Now that she has been attacked again and her grandmother threatened, she feels she has to keep her secret forever. This is affecting every aspect of Addy's life though. She is frightened, feels guilty, is not being honest about the recent attack with anyone, and despite years of therapy is unable to maintain a relationship. Noah keeps turning up though, and she is finding herself more and more drawn to him as well. She feels it is wrong though, nothing can possibly come of a relationship with Noah without too many other people getting hurt. Slowly Noah breaks down some of Addy's walls, but he is still in the dark about her past and present. He does know he wants to be with her and can't understand why she is fighting a mutual attraction.
With the threats continuing, Addy's mother showing up unexpectedly, things with Noah heating up, and the past creeping up on Addy and others, will Addy have the strength to finally open up? Instead will she run from Whiskey Creek, once again broken? Or will the people whose lives she can shatter apart do anything to stop her?
Brenda brings us a very heart felt, emotional romance with Home to Whiskey Creek. Brenda manages to write about a horrific issue with sensitivity, drawing the reader in and making you feel a multitude of emotions. Often it hard to understand why victims act or don't act. With honest, real feelings on the pages of Home to Whiskey Creek, I felt like I really got inside Addy's head and could understand. She is an independent, beautiful young woman who has tried hard to move on from the assault she suffered as a 16 year old, but has never quite been able to. I also think she is brave. Coming back to Whiskey Creek opens up so many old wounds, but Addy does her best to carry on and cope. I really hoped that she could find someone to open up to. When she finds herself falling in love with Noah but denies her feelings, she is trying to protect everyone, including herself. That doesn't always work though, and maybe true love is what Addy needs to finally start healing.
Noah is an honest, caring man who feels he doesn't deserve the womanizing reputation he has. We've met him and his friends in previous Whiskey Creek books, and there are a lot of different dynamics happening in that friendship circle that form part of the secondary story in Home to Whiskey Creek. How Noah handles an unexpected discovery really gives his character strength. When he finally finds a woman he feels like he could be with forever, it is both challenging and frustrating for him. As he and Addy move forward, if the truth comes out, will he still be able to love her?
Home to Whiskey Creek gives us so much! Noah and Addy's romance is filled with suspenseful moments...and the more of their story you read the more you have no idea how their story will end or if it's even possible to have a happy ending when there is so many secrets and such tragedy. Brenda keeps you hoping for the best as you read along with Addy and Noah's story.
I highly recommend Home to Whiskey Creek and all of the Whiskey Creek stories Brenda Novak has written!
5 of 5 people found the following review helpful.
Small town magic
By Kindles & Wine Book Blog
REVIEWED BY SUNNY
Whiskey Creek has become a go-to series for me. I love the stories Brenda Novak has created for this group of friends, who in their thirties are finding love. I love the charm of Whiskey Creek--the businesses, the people--but unbeknownst to many, it also has some dark history, which could have a profound impact on this group!
Adelaide (Addy) Davies, comes back to help Milly (Gran--yep, her grandma) with her thriving Whiskey Creek restaurant. Addy does not receive a warm welcome, however. She was hoping she wouldn't have to face her past, but reminders of one fateful night keep popping up everywhere. Among the angst of these reminders, I really enjoyed the mysteriousness of Addy's character and how she handles the stress of coming back. She is very protective of herself, Gran, and the new friends who are trying to reach out to her, the same ones that would be hurt if they found out her secret!
Noah Rackham, a professional bike racer and owner of Crank it Up bike shop, is getting grief from his friends for being a "player." He doesn't think he has commitment issues, he "just hasn't met the right person." Yet he sure seems to be thinking of Adelaide Davies a lot now that she is back in town. Noah is dealing with some tough issues in HOME TO WHISKEY CREEK and he is sure Addy could distract him from those issues. Too bad she doesn't seem to have much interest in him. Brenda Novak was brilliant in this regard! I loved her uncanny way of making Noah realize what he has unknowingly done to many women in the past as Addy makes him experience it now. I was also thrilled at how she gave Noah the will to fight to get resolution of his issues.
I am a huge fan of suspense in my romance, and Brenda Novak didn't disappoint in HOME TO WHISKEY CREEK. Coming to an understanding of what happened that night is critical to the story and I love how it was woven so tightly into the plot. I loved the problems it created for all of the characters in the story and how it was resolved. I also loved getting reunited with the characters from earlier books in the series in small but meaningful ways. That being said, you could pick this one up without reading the others in the series and enjoy it just as much. This book has me wanting more Whiskey Creek, it was that good!
BOTTOM LINE
If you like love stories based in a small town or with suspense elements, HOME TO WHISKEY CREEK is a must read! If you like how the lives of a group of friends can be portrayed story after story and you like book series (even though this can be read as a standalone), don't hesitate to pick up all of the Whiskey Creek series. This book has me wanting more!
RATING: A-, 4 ½ Stars
Note: I received a review copy of this title courtesy of the author/publisher in exchange for an honest review
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