Genre Fiction
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Maple Leaf Harvest (Mystic Creek)
Love and new beginnings blossom in Mystic Creek, Oregon, from the New York Times bestselling author of Huckleberry Lake.
Lane Driscoll has been having nightmares where she’s chased by a strange man. When she has a threatening run-in with someone who looks just like the man from her dreams, she decides to leave her hometown until she figures out what’s going on. Lane seeks refuge in beautiful Mystic Creek, where she gets a job working at the local perfume shop. Soon after she arrives, a handsome customer seems to think he recognizes Lane, but calls her by the wrong name.
When Jonas Sterling, a local psychologist, encounters his ex-girlfriend, Veneta, in town, he can't believe his eyes. He hasn't seen her for years. Jonas is even more baffled when it turns out the woman is a total stranger to him. There's no way two people could look so similar without being related. Jonas discovers Lane was adopted at the age of three and is now twenty-six years old—the same as the woman he dated.
After initial shock at the idea she could have a twin, something clicks inside Lane—and now she needs to locate her missing sister. A romance blossoms as Jonas agrees to help her. But when the man from Lane's nightmares shows up in her dreams again, Jonas and Lane realize Veneta may be in grave danger, and their search for Lane's sister turns into a heart-pounding race.
Lane Driscoll has been having nightmares where she’s chased by a strange man. When she has a threatening run-in with someone who looks just like the man from her dreams, she decides to leave her hometown until she figures out what’s going on. Lane seeks refuge in beautiful Mystic Creek, where she gets a job working at the local perfume shop. Soon after she arrives, a handsome customer seems to think he recognizes Lane, but calls her by the wrong name.
When Jonas Sterling, a local psychologist, encounters his ex-girlfriend, Veneta, in town, he can't believe his eyes. He hasn't seen her for years. Jonas is even more baffled when it turns out the woman is a total stranger to him. There's no way two people could look so similar without being related. Jonas discovers Lane was adopted at the age of three and is now twenty-six years old—the same as the woman he dated.
After initial shock at the idea she could have a twin, something clicks inside Lane—and now she needs to locate her missing sister. A romance blossoms as Jonas agrees to help her. But when the man from Lane's nightmares shows up in her dreams again, Jonas and Lane realize Veneta may be in grave danger, and their search for Lane's sister turns into a heart-pounding race.
Editorial Reviews
Praise for Catherine Anderson's novels
"Catherine Anderson doesn't shy away from characters who face life's toughest challenges-but she also gifts readers with a romantic tale that celebrates the hope and resilience of the human spirit."-Susan Wiggs, #1 New York Times bestselling author
"Catherine Anderson writes with great emotional depth and understanding of complex relationships and family dynamics."-Sherryl Woods, #1 New York Times bestselling author
"Catherine Anderson weaves beautiful stories overflowing with emotion and heart."-RaeAnne Thayne, New York Times bestselling author
"The incredibly talented Anderson has created another tale with multidimensional characters so real they seem to pop off the pages...Anderson leaves the reader wishing the story would never end."-Booklist (starred review)
"Catherine Anderson doesn't shy away from characters who face life's toughest challenges-but she also gifts readers with a romantic tale that celebrates the hope and resilience of the human spirit."-Susan Wiggs, #1 New York Times bestselling author
"Catherine Anderson writes with great emotional depth and understanding of complex relationships and family dynamics."-Sherryl Woods, #1 New York Times bestselling author
"Catherine Anderson weaves beautiful stories overflowing with emotion and heart."-RaeAnne Thayne, New York Times bestselling author
"The incredibly talented Anderson has created another tale with multidimensional characters so real they seem to pop off the pages...Anderson leaves the reader wishing the story would never end."-Booklist (starred review)
Readers Top Reviews
Judy
Interesting story and an interesting theory. Telepathic communication between identical twins. Seems possible and maybe even probable. Neta reached across miles to let her sister know that she was in dyer straights. She had been kidnapped by the drug gang and mostly left to die. By contacting Lane, she led them to the place that she was being held. Good story.
Kindle
Again a story that gets you hooked and you can't put it down. The story line is so different and yet easy to believe that it is possible. I have loved every book that Catherine Anderson has written. The first one I read was Annie's Song and I then read every book she has written and now wait till she puts out a new book. I have recommended her books to every reader I meet. Catherine Anderson please keep writting.
Hummingbird24
Wow! Bring the box of tissues and curl up with your favorite blanket or beach chair. This book is one of the best CA books I have read (but I love them all). Lane and Dr Jonas Sterling are the main characters with Veneta being twin they need to find. CA you are my favorite author! Well worth reading!
Kindle
Terrific book, with great characters and a great story line. The heroine is an interesting person, who has had some stressful issues in her past. She has heard a voice throughout her life, and I lot of people think she is "nuts". She finds out she has an identical twin, who is in danger and the voice she has heard is her twin. She needs help and the hero helps her. I do not want to say more, so I do not spoil the book, but I could not put this book down.
Deb
Lane believes she hear voices but in reality she hears the voice of her identical twin — a person of whom she has no memory. Lane was adopted at age 3 by loving parents. Her twin was not so fortunate. As the story progresses, Lane meets and falls in love with Jonas. Jonas helps Lane through a difficult and trying search. This story takes many twists and turns but Jonas and Lane’s love survives the ordeals. This story may not be as great as some of Catherine’s stories, but it is still a good read. And, I do love all of her books!
Short Excerpt Teaser
Chapter One
Jonas Sterling dreaded his annual visit to Simply Sensational, Ma Thomas's overcrowded scent shop. Being surrounded by porcelain figurines, expensive bottles of perfume, frou-frou gift items, and every scent of fancy soap known to women made him feel too big for his skin, and the more he worried about knocking something off a shelf, the clumsier he seemed to be. He also disliked the countless mirrors, at least one in every section, so ladies could see how a pair of earrings might look on them or how a different brand of cosmetics could transform their faces. Almost everywhere he turned, he glimpsed his reflection and was reminded that his hair, the color of toasted bread, needed a trim.
But his mom deserved a special present on her birthday, and she always glowed with delight if he coughed up the money for her favorite perfume, Chanel No. 5. Only he couldn't for the life of him remember which kind of Chanel she liked. There were three choices on the shelf, Eau de Parfum Spray, Eau Premiere Spray, and Eau de Toilette Spray. Why did perfume makers have to make shopping so confusing?
Unfortunately for Jonas, Ma Thomas, who surely knew Kate Sterling's perfume preferences, was busy with another customer, and he didn't want to interrupt her. Grandmotherly plump, she was a sweetheart with short blond hair, merry blue eyes, and a charming manner always enhanced by the ready smile that had become her trademark. When someone wandered into her shop, she rolled out the red carpet. Her prices were high compared to those in Crystal Falls, yet she still managed to do a good business, mainly because she made every single customer feel important. When it was Jonas' turn, he, too, would have her undivided attention.
Jonas picked up the larger square bottle with golden liquid in it. It was the shape he remembered, and the perfume was the right color, whereas the premiere, in a similar container, had clearer stuff in it. This has to be the one, he thought. Only he couldn't be certain, and he sure as heck didn't want to get the wrong thing and put his mom to the bother of returning it. He guessed he could just wait. He wasn't busy with clients this afternoon.
Just as Jonas was about to return the spritzing bottle to the shelf, the overhead bell on the front door jangled and a young woman entered the shop. For a moment, Jonas stared at her in astonished disbelief and then he felt as if his whole body went numb. The glass container slipped from his fingers, dived to the floor, and went off like a shrapnel bomb when it struck the tile. At the sound, the young woman turned and fixed her gaze on him, her eyes just as blue and expressive as he remembered. There was no doubt in his mind; it was Veneta Monroe. He hadn't seen her in over six years, not since the night when she'd handed him a Dear John letter to break up with him, but she hadn't changed a bit. Her strawberry blond hair was still cut in a bob. Her eyes, the clear blue of a tropical lagoon, still dominated her heart-shaped face. And, judging by the airy floral dress she wore, her choice of fashion was still vintage Boho.
Startled by her sudden appearance and unable to help himself, Jonas gaped at her, a dozen different thoughts ricocheting inside his mind, none of them pleasant. He'd loved her once-or thought he did at the time. Now he felt nothing but mounting anger. How could she saunter into his hometown, which she'd dissed every chance she got for being nothing more than a spot on the road? "The most boring place in the world," she'd called it. "Nowhere-ville. Off the beaten path."
And that last description was just accurate enough to anger Jonas even more, because nobody accidentally visited Mystic Creek. The town rested deep in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains, the two-lane highway leading to it a treacherous ribbon of sharp curves with no gas stations, convenience stores, or reliable cell phone service. Not to say tourists didn't visit. They came in droves during the summer to window-shop, patronize the quaint eateries, and see the natural bridge, but they didn't happen upon the town accidentally.
"Oh, my goodness!" Ma Thomas cried out as she advanced on him. "Did it cut you, Jonas?"
Collecting his thoughts and composure with no small amount of effort, Jonas forced his gaze to the shards of glass at his feet. "No, I don't think so." He bent to brush shimmering fragments from the legs of his jeans. "I'm sorry for the mess, and I'll pay for the perfume."
"Don't be a goose," Ma scolded, flapping her hand. "Accidents happen. For me, it's a tax deduction and only a little mess to sweep up, nothing more."
Veneta Monroe. He was certain of it. No two people could look that much alike unless they were identical twins, and he kn...
Jonas Sterling dreaded his annual visit to Simply Sensational, Ma Thomas's overcrowded scent shop. Being surrounded by porcelain figurines, expensive bottles of perfume, frou-frou gift items, and every scent of fancy soap known to women made him feel too big for his skin, and the more he worried about knocking something off a shelf, the clumsier he seemed to be. He also disliked the countless mirrors, at least one in every section, so ladies could see how a pair of earrings might look on them or how a different brand of cosmetics could transform their faces. Almost everywhere he turned, he glimpsed his reflection and was reminded that his hair, the color of toasted bread, needed a trim.
But his mom deserved a special present on her birthday, and she always glowed with delight if he coughed up the money for her favorite perfume, Chanel No. 5. Only he couldn't for the life of him remember which kind of Chanel she liked. There were three choices on the shelf, Eau de Parfum Spray, Eau Premiere Spray, and Eau de Toilette Spray. Why did perfume makers have to make shopping so confusing?
Unfortunately for Jonas, Ma Thomas, who surely knew Kate Sterling's perfume preferences, was busy with another customer, and he didn't want to interrupt her. Grandmotherly plump, she was a sweetheart with short blond hair, merry blue eyes, and a charming manner always enhanced by the ready smile that had become her trademark. When someone wandered into her shop, she rolled out the red carpet. Her prices were high compared to those in Crystal Falls, yet she still managed to do a good business, mainly because she made every single customer feel important. When it was Jonas' turn, he, too, would have her undivided attention.
Jonas picked up the larger square bottle with golden liquid in it. It was the shape he remembered, and the perfume was the right color, whereas the premiere, in a similar container, had clearer stuff in it. This has to be the one, he thought. Only he couldn't be certain, and he sure as heck didn't want to get the wrong thing and put his mom to the bother of returning it. He guessed he could just wait. He wasn't busy with clients this afternoon.
Just as Jonas was about to return the spritzing bottle to the shelf, the overhead bell on the front door jangled and a young woman entered the shop. For a moment, Jonas stared at her in astonished disbelief and then he felt as if his whole body went numb. The glass container slipped from his fingers, dived to the floor, and went off like a shrapnel bomb when it struck the tile. At the sound, the young woman turned and fixed her gaze on him, her eyes just as blue and expressive as he remembered. There was no doubt in his mind; it was Veneta Monroe. He hadn't seen her in over six years, not since the night when she'd handed him a Dear John letter to break up with him, but she hadn't changed a bit. Her strawberry blond hair was still cut in a bob. Her eyes, the clear blue of a tropical lagoon, still dominated her heart-shaped face. And, judging by the airy floral dress she wore, her choice of fashion was still vintage Boho.
Startled by her sudden appearance and unable to help himself, Jonas gaped at her, a dozen different thoughts ricocheting inside his mind, none of them pleasant. He'd loved her once-or thought he did at the time. Now he felt nothing but mounting anger. How could she saunter into his hometown, which she'd dissed every chance she got for being nothing more than a spot on the road? "The most boring place in the world," she'd called it. "Nowhere-ville. Off the beaten path."
And that last description was just accurate enough to anger Jonas even more, because nobody accidentally visited Mystic Creek. The town rested deep in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains, the two-lane highway leading to it a treacherous ribbon of sharp curves with no gas stations, convenience stores, or reliable cell phone service. Not to say tourists didn't visit. They came in droves during the summer to window-shop, patronize the quaint eateries, and see the natural bridge, but they didn't happen upon the town accidentally.
"Oh, my goodness!" Ma Thomas cried out as she advanced on him. "Did it cut you, Jonas?"
Collecting his thoughts and composure with no small amount of effort, Jonas forced his gaze to the shards of glass at his feet. "No, I don't think so." He bent to brush shimmering fragments from the legs of his jeans. "I'm sorry for the mess, and I'll pay for the perfume."
"Don't be a goose," Ma scolded, flapping her hand. "Accidents happen. For me, it's a tax deduction and only a little mess to sweep up, nothing more."
Veneta Monroe. He was certain of it. No two people could look that much alike unless they were identical twins, and he kn...
