The final storm, p.1
The Final Storm, page 1
Books by Fern Michaels
The Final Storm
Fight or Flight
The Wild Side
On the Line
Fear Thy Neighbor
No Way Out
Fearless
Deep Harbor
Fate & Fortune
Sweet Vengeance
Fancy Dancer
No Safe Secret
About Face
Perfect Match
A Family Affair
Forget Me Not
The Blossom Sisters
Balancing Act
Tuesday’s Child
Betrayal
Southern Comfort
To Taste the Wine
Sins of the Flesh
Sins of Omission
Return to Sender
Mr. and Miss Anonymous
Up Close and Personal
Fool Me Once
Picture Perfect
The Future Scrolls
Kentucky Sunrise
Kentucky Heat
Kentucky Rich
Plain Jane
Charming Lily
What You Wish For
The Guest List
Listen to Your Heart
Celebration
Yesterday
Finders Keepers
Annie’s Rainbow
Sara’s Song
Vegas Sunrise
Vegas Heat
Vegas Rich
Whitefire
Wish List
Dear Emily
Twin Lights Novels:
Smuggler’s Cove
The Lost and Found Novels:
Proof
Liar!
Secrets
Hidden
The Sisterhood Novels:
Code Blue
Backwater Justice
Rock Bottom
Tick Tock
19 Yellow Moon Road
Bitter Pill
Truth and Justice
Cut and Run
Safe and Sound
Need to Know
Crash and Burn
Point Blank
In Plain Sight
Eyes Only
Kiss and Tell
Blindsided
Gotcha!
Home Free
Déjà Vu
Cross Roads
Game Over
Deadly Deals
Vanishing Act
Razor Sharp
Under the Radar
Final Justice
Collateral Damage
Fast Track
Hokus Pokus
Hide and Seek
Free Fall
Lethal Justice
Sweet Revenge
The Jury
Vendetta
Payback
Weekend Warriors
The Men of the Sisterhood Novels:
Hot Shot
Truth or Dare
High Stakes
Fast and Loose
Double Down
The Godmothers Series:
Far and Away
Classified
Breaking News
Deadline
Late Edition
Exclusive
The Scoop
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Desperate Measures
Seasons of Her Life
To Have and To Hold
Serendipity
Captive Innocence
Captive Embraces
Captive Passions
Captive Secrets
Captive Splendors
Cinders to Satin
For All Their Lives
Texas Heat
Texas Rich
Texas Fury
Texas Sunrise
Anthologies:
Lilac Time
Tiny Blessings
In Bloom
Home Sweet Home
Holiday Novels:
Santa’s Holiday Spectacular
Santa’s Secret
Santa & Company
Santa Cruise
The Brightest Star
Spirit of the Season
Holly and Ivy
Wishes for Christmas
Christmas at Timberwoods
Christmas Anthologies:
A Snowy Little Christmas
Coming Home for Christmas
A Season to Celebrate
Mistletoe Magic
Winter Wishes
The Most Wonderful Time
When the Snow Falls
Secret Santa
A Winter Wonderland
I’ll Be Home for Christmas
Making Spirits Bright
Holiday Magic
Snow Angels
Silver Bells
Comfort and Joy
Sugar and Spice
Let it Snow
A Gift of Joy
Five Golden Rings
Deck the Halls
Jingle All the Way
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Contents
Books by Fern Michaels
Title Page
Copyright
Prologue
Part One
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Part Two
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Part Three
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
Epilogue
Recipe
Prologue
Present Day
Golden rays of the early morning sun bathed the lush rainforest of Costa Rica in a magical glow, illuminating its vibrant flora and fauna. Charlotte Gray, an acclaimed award-winning photographer, found herself captivated by the magnificence that surrounded her. Camera in hand, she carefully composed her shots, taking in the breathtaking landscape.
Positioned near a small waterfall hidden amongst the dense foliage, Charlotte patiently waited for the perfect moment to capture the essence of Costa Rica. The sound of rushing water provided a soothing backdrop as she adjusted her camera settings, ready to freeze this stunning scene in time.
In the distance, a family of monkeys swung gracefully from branch to branch, their playful antics adding a touch of liveliness to the tranquil setting. Charlotte’s lens focused on their joyful expressions and nimble movements as she tried to encapsulate their energy and spirit.
As time progressed, Charlotte ventured deeper into the rainforest, her senses awakened by the symphony of bird-songs and the gentle rustling of leaves. She discovered a hidden clearing, where colorful butterflies danced amidst a patch of wildflowers. With each click of her camera, she recorded the delicate beauty of these fleeting creatures.
Hours passed, and the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting dappled shadows through the towering canopy. Charlotte stumbled upon a secluded riverbank shimmering in the sunlight. The water glistened like liquid silver, reflecting the surrounding ferns and palm trees. She carefully composed her shot, trying to capture the serenity of this hidden oasis.
As the day ended, Charlotte packed up her equipment, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. She had documented moments of nature’s majesty, preserving them forever through her photography. These images would transport viewers to the enchanting landscapes of Costa Rica, allowing them to experience the same awe and wonder she felt.
It didn’t matter how often she’d been on assignment; it was always the same. The thrill of catching Mother Nature’s creatures in their element never ceased to increase her passion for the work she did.
As a professional photographer, she had traveled to many stunning locations, but there was something about this place that stirred her soul. She felt a sense of purpose and connection to the world. Nature, with all its wonders, had always been her muse. The ability to translate its magic into still images was a gift she cherished.
Beside her, Alex Banning, a fellow photographer and a dear friend, was also busy capturing the rainforest’s splendor. The rain misted down, cloaking them in a delicate veil of liquid diamonds.
“Charlotte, I’ve never seen anything quite like this,” Alex sighed as he checked the pictures in her viewfinder. “You’re going to blow everyone away with these photographs.”
Charlotte smiled, grateful for Alex’s words of encouragement. They had been friends for years, sharing a deep passion for photography and adventure since they’d met in college. Alex’s photography pal in Tampa had invited her on this assignment, knowing how much she thrived in the heart of nature; plus, he was a bit of a matchmaker. He didn’t say anything, but Charlotte could tell he hoped her and Alex’s relationship would be more than platonic. Howard Walden was a sweet old man; she’d worked with him in the past. He was quite famous in the photographer’s world.
As they continued their shoot, a sense of unease began to settle within Charlotte. She couldn’t quite place its origin, but a restlessness tugged at her. Her thoughts were a precursor to the unknown, a place that frightened her.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her pocket, shattering the tranquility. She fumbled to retrieve it, startled by the interruption.
Her heart skipped a beat as she read the urgent message flashing on her screen. Hurricane Ivan was barreling toward the state of Florida, and her hometown, Bonita Springs, was in its direct path.
Time froze as panic gripped her soul. Thoughts of her mother flooded her mind. Her mother was stuck on Sanibel Island in an assisted living center. What would happen to her? Feeling helpless miles away, Charlotte knew it was time to leave. Alex, sensing her distress, rushed to her side. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
Hurriedly, Charlotte explained the situation, a possible Cat-5 hurricane headed to Southwest Florida. “I have to go home to Florida. Mother is stuck in Sanibel, and to be honest, I’m not sure if the center told me their evacuation plan, in case of a hurricane or fire. I’m sure it’s in the paperwork they gave me, but I don’t have it. Honestly, I never bothered to read through it,” she admitted shamefully. Unbidden, another thought intruded: If I was as mean as my mother, I’d leave her there and let whatever happens happen. Charlotte shook her head, as if to push the thought away. She’d gotten past that. They’d put all the bad days behind them.
Alex nodded understandingly. “I’ll come with you. We’ll find a way back. We’ve been through hurricanes before.”
“One of the downsides of living in Florida,” Charlotte acknowledged. “I sure as hell don’t miss this part.”
They packed their gear haphazardly, abandoned their shoot, and headed to the beachfront home they shared with the crew. Charlotte’s heart raced; her mind was consumed with worry. She needed to make it back to Florida before Hurricane Ivan unleashed its fury. It took several phone calls and a few promises before Charlotte was able to secure their flight back to the States. Unfortunately, she and Alex could only find a flight to Tampa International, which meant they would have to drive south, directly toward the eye of the storm.
Early the next morning, they boarded the plane to Tampa, each lost in thought. The flight was turbulent, yet the passengers remained calm for the most part.
As they walked through the airport to their arrival gate, the tension in the air was palpable. Panic was etched on every face. The news on the airport television screens only fueled their fear. Hurricane Ivan was now a Category 4 storm, but still powerful. And it was slow-moving, which Charlotte knew was even more dangerous.
Charlotte and Alex glanced at each other, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily upon them. “I don’t like this, Alex,” she said, her voice a notch higher than normal.
“Stay with me. I promise we’ll get through this,” Alex said, and took her hand as they hurried through the airport. They were met with chaos. People were rushing to gather bottles of water and whatever snacks the airport shops offered. She thought about getting a few herself just in case, but decided it wasn’t worth the effort, as the lines were spilling out into the main terminal. She had a couple of bottles of water in her bag; she always did this out of habit, as she never knew where she might be on an assignment and might be unable to get anything to drink.
Outside, it was just as chaotic. People were screaming at the skycaps, vehicles were jammed in the pick-up lanes, and the traffic was at a standstill.
When Charlotte saw the long lines at the rental car agencies, she realized just how dire the situation was, and she felt her heart sink.
“I have a friend who I’m sure will have a car we can use,” Alex told her, as though reading her mind. “Johnathan owns an auto repair shop, Poor Guys, and he also sells a few cars on the side. I’m sure he has something we can borrow.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” she asked, feeling hopeful for the first time in hours. Charlotte couldn’t believe how tuned in he was to her thoughts and emotions, something she needed to analyze later. Their connection had changed since college. “You think he’ll let us borrow a car in all this mess?” She tossed her hand out, indicating the mass of cars that were jammed in all lanes. She’d left her SUV in long-term parking at Southwest Regional Airport in Fort Myers. Who knew if she’d ever see it again? Right now, Alex made the call and then they waited. It was two hours before Johnathan arrived in a bright red Ford F-150 pickup truck. He’d somehow managed to worm through the traffic jam and pulled alongside the curb directly in front of the airline’s check-in service area.
“I knew you’d come through, buddy,” Alex said as he and Johnathan shook hands.
“Always.”
Alex introduced Charlotte and then explained the situation to Johnathan in more detail. “I might ruin this truck—just giving you a heads-up.”
“Don’t worry about it; that’s what insurance is for. I loaded a cooler in the back, so you should be okay as far as food and drink. I added two fifteen-gallon gas cans in the back here,” he said, pointing to the truck. “I suspect you’ll run into gas shortages, as usual during a storm. If you’ll take me back to the shop, the truck is yours for as long as you need it.”
“I’ll make sure you’re compensated, Johnathan,” Charlotte said. “I can’t tell you how much this means.” Johnathan was a nice guy, just like Alex. Not too many left these days, she thought.
Johnathan’s eyes lit up when he smiled. He was a handsome man, tall with a lean, athletic build. Teeth ruler-straight, white, but not unnaturally so. She briefly wondered if he was married, but she stopped short of looking at his ring finger. Besides, not every married person wore a wedding ring.
“Thanks aren’t necessary. I owe Alex a few favors—trust me, this is small in comparison.”
Later, she would ask Alex just exactly what kind of favors he did for his friend.
As they maneuvered through the lanes of airport traffic, Charlotte’s stomach twisted with nerves. This wasn’t like her. She usually was able to handle everything that came her way. Once again, Charlotte shook her head and resolved to get her mother to safety as she felt obligated to do, and then she would return to Tampa and continue her life. It was a relief that her daughter Emma was at a soccer camp in Colorado, far away from the weather’s wrath.
The sky was a bruised palette of grays and blacks as Charlotte and Alex sped away from Tampa International Airport in Johnathan’s Ford. They dropped Johnathan off at his shop before heading south. Lots of thanks and promises were made. Charlotte hoped she could return the favor someday to both Johnathan and Alex.
With each mile they put behind them, the promise of safety seemed to dwindle. The truck wipers battled against the onslaught of rain that hammered down with relentless fury, a prelude to the chaos Hurricane Ivan promised to unleash.
