An escape to an idyllic Irish seaside village is about to turn deadly in this riveting new novel by master of romantic suspense Carla Neggers. For marine biologist Julianne Maroney, two weeks in tiny Declan's Cross on the south Irish coast is a chance to heal her broken heart. She doesn't expect to attract the attention of FBI agents Emma Sharpe and Colin Donovan, who are in Ireland for their own personal retreat. Ten years ago, art was stolen from a mansion in Declan's Cross, but it has never been recovered and the elusive thief never caught. Now, from the moment Julianne sets foot on Irish soil, everything goes wrong. The well-connected American diver who invited her to Ireland has disappeared. And now Emma and Colin are asking questions. As a dark conspiracy unfolds amid the breathtaking scenery of Declan's Cross, the race is on to stop a ruthless killer…and the stakes have never been more personal for Emma and Colin. Includes the bonus story Rock Point www.CarlaNeggers.com "Neggers' Sharpe & Donovan series has developed a wide following, and her books maintain a potent combination of suspense and romance." -Kirkus Reviews "Neggers' beautifully flowing and skillfully narrated novel is rich with dialogue that emphasizes the sights, sounds, culture and panoramic views of Ireland."-RT Book Reviews, Top Pick on Declan's Cross "Heron's Cove gives romantic suspense fans what they want...complex mystery with a bit of romance. Neggers skillfully create[s] a compelling puzzle, refusing to reveal all the pieces until the very end." -RT Book Reviews, Top Pick "Saint's Gate is the best book yet from a writer at the absolute top of her craft." -Providence Journal "Heron's Cove is...gripping and suspenseful....Readers [will be] riveted to the pages from the first ominous late night phone call to the searing climax."-Nashua Sunday Telegraph "Neggers captures readers' attention with her usual flair and brilliance and gives us a romance, a mystery and a lesson in history." -Top Pick, RT Book Reviews on Secrets of the Lost Summer "Only a writer as gifted as Carla Neggers could use so few words to convey so much action and emotional depth." -Sandra Brown Carla Neggers is the New York Times bestselling author of more than 60 novels, including her popular Sharpe & Donovan and Swift River Valley series. Her books have been translated into 24 languages and sold in over 35 countries. A frequent traveler to Ireland, Carla lives with her family in New England. For more information, visit CarlaNeggers.com Emma Sharpe paused atop a craggy knoll and looked out at the ripples of barren hills, not a house, a road, a car or another person in sight. She didn't know what had become of her hiking partner. Maybe he had stepped up to his midcalves in mud and muck, too, but she doubted it. It wasn't that Colin Donovan wasn't capable of taking a misstep. It was that she'd have heard him cursing if he had. A fat, woolly sheep stared up at her from the boggy grass as if to say, "You might be an FBI agent back in Boston, but out here in the Irish hills, you 're just another hiker with wet feet." "This is true," Emma said, setting her backpack on the expanse of rough gray rock. "However, I'm prepared. I have dry socks." She unzipped her pack and dug out a pair of fresh wool socks. The sheep bleated and meandered off, disappearing behind another knoll, one of a series on the windswept ridge on the Beara Peninsula, one of the fingers of land that jutted into the North Atlantic off the southwest coast of Ireland. It had been centuries since these hills were forested. She could see peeks of Kenmare Bay in the distance, its calm waters blue-gray in the midafter-noon November light. Across the bay, shrouded in mist but still distinct, were the jagged ridges of the Macgil-licuddy Reeks. Emma kicked off her shoes, sat on the bare rock ledge and pulled off her wet socks. She glanced down at the narrow valley directly below her, a small lake shimmering in the fading sunlight. She and Colin were five hours into their six-hour hike. With the short November days, they would get back to their car just before dark. As she put on her dry socks, he came around the knoll where her sheep had disappeared. A light breeze caught the ends of his dark hair, and he had his backpack hooked on one arm as he jumped over the wet spot that had fooled her. He climbed up onto her knoll and dropped his pack next to hers. "I like having you walk point," he said with a grin. "No fair. You saw my footprint in the mud." "I'll never tell." Emma leaned back against her outstretched arms. She had on a wool hat, her fair hair knotted at the nape of her neck. She had pulled her gloves on and off over the course of the day. She didn't know if Colin had even packed a hat and gloves. He was, she thought, the sexiest man she had ever met. Small scars on his right cheek and by his left eye from fights he said he had won. She had no doubt. He was strongly built, rugged