Forever Love on Fireweed Island (Island County Book 4)
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Authors: Karice Bolton
Copyright © 2016 Karice Bolton
ISBN-10:0-9965402-9-6
ISBN-13:978-0-9965402-9-2
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, incidents, and events either are the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Dedication
To the amazing readers of Beyond Love and Island County. Thank you.
You have made these stories come to life. I’m forever grateful to you all.
Always to my wonderful husband, beautiful mom, family and friends. Love you all!
BOOKS BY KARICE BOLTON
ISLAND COUNTY SERIES
FINDING LOVE IN FORGOTTEN COVE
LOVE REDONE IN HIDDEN HARBOR
TANGLED LOVE ON PELICAN POINT
FOREVER LOVE ON FIREWEED ISLAND
TBA (Nick’s story) – COMING SUMMER 2016
BEYOND LOVE SERIES
BEYOND CONTROL
BEYOND DOUBT
BEYOND REASON
BEYOND INTENT
BEYOND CHANCE
BEYOND PROMISE
BEYOND the MISTLETOE
LUKE FLETCHER SERIES
HIDDEN SINS
BURIED SINS
REDEMPTION
MIA – JULY 2016
THE WITCH AVENUE SERIES
LONELY SOULS
ALTERED SOULS
RELEASED SOULS
SHATTERED SOULS
THE WATCHERS TRILOGY
AWAKENING
LEGIONS
CATACLYSM
TAKEN NOVELLA (A Watchers Prequel)
WHISPER SERIES
WHISPERS IN THE WOODS: THE CAMP
WHISPERS ON CAMPUS: THE DORM
AFTERWORLD SERIES
RecruitZ
AlibiZ
UprisingZ–Coming June
Dear Readers,
Many thanks for reading the Island County Series and Forever Love. It means a lot that you have allowed my stories to become a part of your reading world. I hope you enjoy the fourth book in the Island County Series. I really had fun writing Jewels’ story, and I’m thrilled to share it with you. The focus on family and friendship continues to weave through this series and it often goes in unexpected places for me. Whether it’s looking up the precarious places dogs can call home on You Tube to checking in on Sophie, Natty, and Mason, Forever Love covered a lot of ground. You’ll know what scene I’m talking about once you read about Coco. I hope the joy I feel while writing this series comes through as you read Forever Love.
I’m looking forward to sharing Nick’s story this summer. Be sure to sign up for my newsletter so you don’t miss out on Fireweed’s most determined bachelor. I think he finally met his match.
Happy Reading,
Karice
Moving back to Fireweed Island was the best thing I’d ever done. Well, next to divorcing Rich—my ex-husband and all-around nasty man—but no point in thinking about him and getting riled up. I’d spent far too many sleepless nights over that guy. I had more important things to do, like finish reading the last chapter of the book I’d been clutching all morning.
I pulled out the patio chair and sank into the cushion, feeling the warm morning sunlight kiss my skin as I sipped my coffee. I relished this kind of morning. Relaxation washed over me, coffee energized me, and words were at the ready to coat my soul, all before starting my day at the library.
I took in a deep breath and opened the book, preparing to say a final goodbye to the characters and story I’d fallen in love with over the last few days. I could do this. I could let them all go and begin again with another.
As my finger curled over the first page of the last chapter, a blood-curdling scream shot over my fence from my neighbor, Mrs. Coleville. I jumped from the chair, spilling scalding coffee on my lap while scrambling to the gate to get to my front yard.
Before popping up the latch on the gate, I grabbed a shovel to arm myself for what might await me on the other side. As I thrust open the gate with a monstrous heave, the silence of the morning was held hostage by more screams. I searched every crevice of Mrs. Coleville’s yard. Her tidy pink roses lined the front of her house and daisies quivered in the flowerbed a few feet away, but all was clear.
I slinked along the rhododendrons at a cautious pace—my heart hammering in my chest with uncertainty—knowing only a shrub separated me from whatever monster was causing Mrs. Coleville’s distress.
But her front yard was empty.
I scanned the windows and front door of her house—all appeared tightly locked—when another sob erupted from the far side of the house. I took off running with my shovel to find Mrs. Coleville staring into a large maple tree, her hands waving frantically into the air.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my fingers throbbing from gripping the handle so tightly.
“Oh, Jewels. It was awful. Just awful.” Her eyes didn’t sway from the tree. “Coco was doing her business in the backyard, and out of nowhere, a coyote came and snatched her. I screamed, jumped off the deck, and ran toward the coyote. By the grace of God, the coyote dropped Coco in the front yard, but Coco ran up the tree. I’m sure she’s hurt, but she won’t come down.”
“Where’d the coyote go?” I asked nervously, glancing behind me.
“Took off toward the gully.”
I nodded and pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and immediately wished I hadn’t moved the fabric against my skin. Apparently, the adrenaline flooding my veins had hidden how painful my coffee burns were. The sting of freshly burned skin roared to life as I attempted to spot Coco in the tree.
“I’ll call the fire department,” I assured her, patting her tiny shoulders with my left hand while I scrolled through my address book with my right. I didn’t think this warranted a 9-1-1 call, but maybe it did. In my world, it did. We had an eight-pound Coco to save.
“Where is she?” I bent over, still trying to spot her in the tree.
“She’s on the far branch. The tip of her ear is sticking out over the top of that maple leaf,” Mrs. Coleville said, pointing frantically.
I followed her finger and spotted a tuft of Coco’s fur just as the Fire Department answered.
“Hello, we have a Yorkie stuck in a maple tree. She was attacked by a coyote, and we’re not sure how badly she’s injured, but we have no safe way to get her out of the tree. My ladder won’t reach. Is that something you can help with?”
I listened carefully to the department’s instructions as Mrs. Coleville wandered closer to the tree and stretched her hands out toward the limb, but the ball of fur wasn’t budging. I hung up the phone and saw a twitch of the leaf.
