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My Thoughts on Edge of Dusk
I was SO excited when I saw Colleen Coble was coming out with a new book set back in Rock Harbor. I have loved getting to know this small town (although, it evidently does have a high crime rate đ) .
Edge of Dusk was wonderfully descriptive, I enjoyed how Colleen Coble took a scene and described it in such a way that made you feel like you were there feeling the breeze.
The Mystery was good. Although, I did feel it wasn’t developed as well as some of her stories. But it was still a fun read with a great ending.
I give it 4 stars for its solid characters, interesting storyline, and vivid details.
*I volunteered to read this book in return for my honest feedback.
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Edge of Dusk
by Colleen Coble
July 11 – August 5, 2022 Virtual Book Tour
Synopsis:

Even though secrets lie off the coast of Rock Harbor, the truth will set Annie Pederson freeâif it doesnât kill her first.
Nine-year-old Annie Pedersonâs life changed the night her sister was kidnapped. The two had been outside playing on a dock, and Annie never forgave herself for her role in her sisterâs disappearance. Twenty-four years later and now a law enforcement ranger, Annie is still searching for answers as she grieves a new loss: the death of her husband and parents in a boating accident.
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But Annie and her eight-year-old daughter, Kylie, arenât the only people in the town of Rock Harbor whose lives have been marred by tragedy. While managing the property around the Tremolo Resort and Marina she inherited, Annie discovers a dead body floating in the cold Superior surf and begins to work with the sheriffâs office to tie the death to a series of other mysterious reports in the area.
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At the same time, her first love, Jon Dustan, returns after nine years away, reigniting the townâs memory of a cold case heâd been suspiciously linked to before he left to pursue his orthopedic residency. For the sake of her investigation and her heart, Annie tries to stay away. But avoiding Jon becomes impossible once Annie realizes she is being targeted by someone desperate to keep secrets from the past hidden.
In this new series, bestselling romantic-suspense author Colleen Coble returns to one of her most beloved towns, where familiar facesâand unsolved casesâawait.
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Book Details:
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Published by: Thomas Nelson
Publication Date: July 12th 2022
Number of Pages: 352
ISBN: 078525370X (ISBN13: 9780785253709)
Series: Annie Pederson #1
Book Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Christianbook.com | Goodreads
Read an excerpt:
PROLOGUE
âWAS THAT THE WINDIGO?â NINE-YEAR-OLD ANNIE
Vitanen yanked her little sisterâs hand to pull her to a stop in the deep shadows of the pines. Chills trickled down her spine, and she stared into the darkness. âDid you hear that?â
âIt was just the loons,â Sarah said. âDaddy said thereâs no such thing as the Windigo.â
Annie shuddered. âYouâre only fiveâyou donât know that.â While at school sheâd heard the story about the fifteen-foot- tall monster who ate humans. Annie peered into the shadows, searching for sunken red eyes in a stag skull staring back at her. The Windigo particularly liked little girls to fill its hungry belly. Sarah tugged her hand free. âDaddy said it was just an old Ojibwa legend. I want to see the loons.â
She took off down the needle-strewn path toward the water.
Annieâs heart seized in her throat. âSarah, wait!â
Daddy had always told Annie she was responsible for her little sister, and she didnât want to get in trouble when their parents found out they were out here in the dark. Sarah had begged to come out to see the loons, and Annie found it hard to say no to her. This was the first time theyâd been to their little camp on Tremolo Island since the summer started, and it might be a long time before they had time to visit again. Daddy only brought them to get away when he had a lull at the marina. Annie loved it here, even if there wasnât any power.
Her legs pumped and her breath whooshed in and out of her mouth. She emerged into the moonlight glimmering over Lake Superior. Her frantic gaze whipped around, first to make sure the Windigo hadnât followed them, then to find her sister.
Sarah sat on the wooden dock with her legs dangling over the waves. Lightning flickered in the distance, and Annie smelled rain as it began to sprinkle. Clouds hung low over the water, and the darkness got thicker.
âWe need to go back, Sarah.â While they could still find their way in the storm.
âI want to throw bread to the loons.â Sarah gave her a piece of the bread theyâd gotten from the kitchen.
Annie jumped when the loonâs eerie yodel sounded. The oo-AH-ho sound was like no other waterfowl or bird. Normally she loved trying to determine whether the loon was yodeling, wailing, or calling, but right now she wanted to get her sister back into bed before they got in big trouble. They both knew better than to come down here by themselves. Mommy had warned them about the dangers more times than Annie could count.
She touched her sisterâs shoulder. âCome on, Sarah.â
Sarah shrugged off her hand. âJust a minute. Look, the loon has a baby on its back.â
Annie had to see that. She threw in a couple of bread pieces and peered at the loons. âIâve never seen that.â
âMe neither.â
The loons didnât eat the bread, but she giggled when a big fish gulped down a piece right under their feet.
When she first heard the splashing, she thought it signaled more loons. But wait. Wasnât that the sound of oars slapping the water? A figure in a dark hoodie sat in the canoe. Did the Windigo ride in a canoe?
The canoe bumped the dock, and a voice said, âTwo to choose from. It doesnât get much better than that.â
The voice was so cheerful, Annie wasnât afraid. Before she could try to identify who it was, a hard hand grabbed her and dragged her into the canoe. âI think the younger one would be better.â
The sudden, sharp pain in Annieâs neck made her cry out, and she slapped her hand against her skin. Something wet and sticky clung to her fingers. In the next instant, she was in the icy water. The shock of the lakeâs grip made her head go under.
She came up thrashing in panic and spitting water. Her legs wouldnât kick very well, and she felt dizzy and disoriented. She tried to scream for Daddy, but her mouth wouldnât work. Her neck hurt something awful, and sheâd never felt so afraid.
Sheâd been rightâit was the Windigo, and he meant to eat her sister.
âSarah!â Annieâs voice sounded weak in her ears, and the storm was here with bigger waves churning around her. âRun!â
Her sister shrieked out her name, and Annie tried to move toward the sound, but a wave picked her up and tossed her against a piling supporting the dock. Her vision went dark, and she sank into the cold arms of the lake.
The next thing she knew, she was on her back, staring up into the rain pouring into her face. Her dadâs hand was on the awful pain in her neck, and her mother was screaming for Sarah.
She never saw her sister again.
ONE
TWENTY-FOUR YEARS LATER
LAW ENFORCEMENT RANGER ANNIE PEDERSON RUBBED
her eyes after staring at the computer screen for the past two hours. Sheâd closed the lid on an investigation into a hit-and-run in the Kitchigami Wilderness Preserve, and sheâd spent the past few hours finishing paperwork. It had been a grueling case, and she was glad it was over.
âIâll be right back,â she told her eight-year-old daughter, Kylie, sitting on the floor of her office playing PokĂ©mon Go on her iPad.
Kylieâs blonde head, so like Annieâs own, bobbed, too intent to respond verbally.
Kade Matthews looked up when Annie entered his office. Over the past few years heâd moved up and become head ranger. Kadeâs six-feet-tall stocky frame and solid muscles exuded competence, and his blue eyes conveyed caring. Annie thanked the Lord every day for such a good boss. He was understanding when she needed time off with Kylie, and he let her know he valued her work and expertise. âReady for a few days off?â
âReally? With all this work on your shoulders?â
He nodded. âI can handle it. I know this is a busy time for you.â
âI do have a lot of work to do out at the marina.â
Since her parents and husband died two years ago, sheâd been tasked with running the Tremolo Marina and Cabin Resort. She managed with seasonal help and lots of her free time, but summer was always grueling. It was only June 3, and the season was off to a good start.
He cleared his throat, and his eyes softened. âIâm glad you stopped in. I didnât want to send this report without talking to you first.â
âWhat report?â Her tongue felt thick in her mouth because she knew the likely topic.
âA childâs remains were found down around St. Ignace.â
It didnât matter that it was so far. That route could have easily been chosen by the kidnapper. It was a common way to travel from lower Michigan to the U.P. âHow old?â
âFive or six, according to the forensic anthropologist. I assume you want your DNA sent over for comparison?â
âYes, of course.â
Theyâd been through this scenario two other times since sheâd begun searching for answers, and each time sheâd teetered between hope and despair. While she wanted closure on what had happened to her sister, she wasnât sure she was ready to let go of hope. Though logically she knew her sister had to be dead. People didnât take children except for nefarious purposes. Annie didnât know how sheâd react when word finally came that Sarah had been found.
Relief? Depression? Maybe a combination of the two. Maybe even a tailspin that would unhinge her. All these years later, and she still couldnât think about that night without breaking into a cold sweat. Avoidance had been her modus operandi. Not many even knew about the incident. Kade did, of course. And Bree. Jon too. Probably some of the townspeople remembered and talked about it, too, but it had been long ago. Twenty-four years ago.
Nearly a quarter of a century and yet just yesterday. âHow long before results are back on DNA?â
âProbably just a few days. With children they try to move quickly. Iâll get it sent over. You doing okay?â
She gave a vigorous nod. âSure, Iâm fine. Iâll file this report and get these pictures sent to you.â
âBree told me to ask if you wanted a puppy, one of Samsonâs.
Thereâs a male that looks just like him.â
She smiled just thinking of her daughterâs delight. âKylie has been begging for a puppy since we lost Belle. How much are they going for?â
The little terrier had died in her sleep a month ago at age sixteen, and they both missed her. Samson was a world-renowned search-and-rescue dog, and his pups wouldnât come cheap. She ran through how much she had in savings. Maybe not enough.
âWe get two free pups, and Bree told me she would give you one.â âYou donât want to do that,â she protested. âYouâd be giving up a lot of money.â
He shrugged. âWe have everything we need. Head over there in the next few days, and you can take him home with you before our kids get too attached and bar the front door.â
She laughed. âHunter says heâs marrying Kylie, so I think he will stick up for her.â
Kade and Breeâs little boy was four and adored Kylie. She was good with kids, and she loved spending time with the Matthews twins.
âYouâre right about that. Iâll let Bree know you want him. Heâs a cute little pup.â
âWhat are you doing with the other one?â âLauri has claimed her.â
Kadeâs younger sister was gaining a reputation for search-and- rescue herself, and she already had a dog. âWhat about Zorro?â
âHeâs developed diabetes, and Lauri knows he needs to slow down some. She wants a new puppy to train so Zorro can help work with him.â
âShe might want the one that looks like Samson.â âShe wants a female this time.â
She glanced at her watch and rose. âIâll get out of here. Thanks again for the puppy. Kylie will be ecstatic.â
She went back to her office. âTime for your doctor appointment, Bug.â
Kylie made a face. âI donât want to go.â
At eight, Kylie knew her own mind better than Annie knew hers most days. She was the spitting image of Annie at the same age: corn silkâcolored hair and big blue eyes set in a heart-shaped face. But Annie had never been that sure of herself. Her dadâs constant criticism had knocked that out of her.
She steered her daughter out the brick office building to the red Volkswagen crew-cab truck in the parking lot, then set out for town.
The old truck banged and jolted its way across the potholes left by this yearâs massive snowfall until Annie reached the paved road into town. She couldnât imagine living anywhere other than where the Snow King ruled nine months of the year. There was no other place on earth like Michiganâs Upper Peninsula. With the Keweenaw Peninsula to the north and Ottawa National Forest to the south, there could be no more beautiful spot in the world. Her devotion to this place had cost her dearly nine years ago, but every time she saw the cold, crystal-clear waters of the northernmost Great Lakes stretching to the horizon, she managed to convince herself it was worth it.
Part of the townâs special flavor came from the setting. Surrounded by forests on three sides, it had all the natural beauty anyone could want. Old-growth forests, sparkling lakes where fish thronged, and the brilliant blue of that Big Sea Water along the east side.
They drove through town, down Negaunee to Houghton Street to the businesses that comprised Rock Harborâs downtown. The small, quaint village had been built in the 1850s when copper was king, and its Victorian-style buildings had been carefully preserved by the residents.
Dr. Ben Eckrightâs office was a remodeled Victorian boardinghouse on the corner of Houghton and Pepin Streets. She parked in his side lot and let Kylie out of the back.
She glanced across the street to the law office, and her breath caught at the man getting out of the car. It couldnât be. She stared at the sight of a familiar set of shoulders and closed her eyes a moment. Opening them didnât reassure her. It really was him.
Jon Dunstan stood beside a shiny red Jaguar. Luckily, he hadnât seen her yet, and she grabbed Kylieâs hand and ran with her for the side door, praying he wouldnât look this way. She was still trembling when the door shut behind her.
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Excerpt from Edge of Dusk by Colleen Coble. Copyright 2022 by Colleen Coble. Reproduced with permission from Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.
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Author Bio:



Colleen Coble is a USA TODAY bestselling author best known for her coastal romantic suspense novels, including The Inn at Ocean’s Edge, Twilight at Blueberry Barrens, and the Lavender Tides, Sunset Cove, Hope Beach, and Rock Harbor series.
Connect with Colleen online at:
colleencoble.com
Instagram – @ColleenCoble
Twitter – @ColleenCoble
Facebook – @ColleenCobleBooks
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