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Excerpt from AND BABY MAKES FOUR
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Lee said, “I can fly
you back at one p.m. That timeframe work for you?”
“Yes, and
thank you. See you at eight-fifteen?”
“Till then.”
She shrugged out of his vest, reluctant to let go of
his scent. Get a grip, Lee. “Goodbye, Mr.
Matteo.”
“Rogan,” he
corrected, taking the garment she shoved into his
hand. “And goodnight, Lee.”
She hurried
down the path, the timber of his voice lingering in
her ear. The prickle in her fingers sharpened.
Tomorrow, she’d fly
him over, and then find an excuse to boot him off
her plane and out of her life.
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Excerpt
from THEIR SECRET CHILD
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He stood two
strides away, hands shoved in the pockets of a pair
of tan cargo shorts. He’d always been tall, but
today, this moment, thirteen years after, he
loomed over her five-foot-four stature.
“It’s been a long while,” he said when she
continued to stare.
She gathered her scrambled thoughts. “What do
you want, Skip?” Come to gloat?
Imperceptibly, his shoulder lifted. “Just to
say hi.”
“And now you have.”
“I’m...um...” He looked around her front yard.
His eyes were still that rich honey color, she
noticed. “My daughter and I moved in across the road
today.”
“Yes. Becky met my daughter.”
“I know. That’s why I came over. I wanted to
make sure she didn’t cause trouble.”
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Excerpt
from FIRST-TIME VALENTINE
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He waited
under the mellow porch light.
Oh-my-oh-my, but he was beautifully male.
Ten years she had examined people, living and
deceased, and none appeared as fit and hale and
rugged as J.D. standing on that porch in the
semi-darkness of winter. Tall, and elegantly dressed
in black boots and one of those long black trench
coats, J.D. conveyed a blend of polish and danger.
“Where is your cane?” she asked, coming up the
walkway.
“Don’t need it.” He waited until she stood on
the bottom step. “I have you.” And then he smiled.
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Excerpt from
RED WOLF'S RETURN
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He turned and
walked across the hall, flicked on the light.
“Ethan,” she said as he rounded the small,
stark table marred with dozens of scuffs and
scratches and initials. “I’ll get to the bottom of
this.”
“I know you will.”
She leaned in the doorway, her Chief’s badge
glinting in the ruthless lighting. She had something
on her mind, he could see, something that bowed
between them, eye to eye. She remembered days long
past when tension between them was as foreign as a
bluebird nesting in winter.
“How’ve you been?” she asked softly, and he saw
the question was genuine and came from a history
long past.
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Excerpt
from HIS BROTHER'S GIFT
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“Am I charming you, Ms. Stowe?”
She released a soft snort. “You wish.”
His chortle rang low and deep above her ear.
“Careful, darlin’. Don’t want that veneer of yours
gettin’ transparent.”
At her back gate, he dropped his arm and the
wind swept away his warmth. Seconds later, he
trailed her through the trees to the back door where
she paused to say, “Thank you, Will. It really
wasn’t necessary to walk me home.”
He gusted a breath. “Savanna, let yourself be a
woman, okay?” At her gaped mouth, he strolled back
through the trees—whistling. Young upstart,
she thought.
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Excerpt
from THE MAN FROM MONTANA
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The man sat astride a mammoth horse the
color of dense fog. Ash McKee. Big and
commanding as the far-reaching, pristine landscape
on which he lived.
Rachel rolled down the window of her car.
“Excuse me,” she called. “I’m looking for Tom McKee.”
The man reined the beast around on its
hind legs, its tail swinging like a banner on a
battle field. Two leaps and the animal danced beside
her vehicle.
“Who wants to know?” McKee demanded.
He was cowboy through and through, down
to the scuffed, worn brown boots he wore. She
shivered. A modern-day Clint Eastwood in Pale
Rider. All he needed was the six-shooter. |
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Excerpt from TWICE HER HUSBAND
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Her heart jolted. “Luke,” she whispered as
if she saw a phantom instead of the man who had once
been her husband.
“Hey, Ginny. How are you?”
“I’m...” Amazed. Her mouth worked without
words. “What--What are you doing here?”
“Seeing you.”
She struggled past the fumble of her
brain. “How did you know I was here?” she managed.
He studied her leg. “I live in Misty
River. Have a law office just down the street from
where you...from where I... Ginny, it was my car.”
That had struck her. That she’d walked
into, mindlessly.
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Excerpt from EVERYTHING SHE'S EVER WANTED
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“Here.” She rinsed a
clean washcloth under cold water. Holding Seth’s
chin, his strong hard, chin, she dabbed the blood
gently. He had beautiful lips. Categorically male. A
tiny mole lay a finger’s width to the right. At his
throat, shirt parted from button. His neck was
brown, strong, oddly vulnerable. She inhaled deep
the night musk of October and her heart thumped
crazily.
His eyes were closed. And then, then,
his straight, compact lashes parted, and she was
trapped under Dakota skies.
Neither breathed.
Hello, her heart said.
Hello, she saw him answer.
She plucked her fingers from his chin as if
burned.
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Excerpt from
A FATHER, AGAIN
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“Why are you weeding
in the dark, Rianne?”
“It soothes me when I feel hemmed in.”
“Something happen at work today? The kids?”
She looked toward the hedge. Her shoulder
drooped. She shook her head.
He didn’t know why it hurt, but it did. He
wanted her trust. Trust. Belief. Support. Yeah, he
wanted the combo. He wanted to offer comfort. Which
would mean touching more than her hand. Not wise,
Jon. Except, wisdom and want were at a draw and
he was all out of referees.
He had no right to probe into her life. No
business shouldering her troubles, letting the steel
wall he’d forged around his heart melt, nor letting
the high tide of her emotions sweep him under. No
business at all.
So what the hell was he doing with a woman like
Rianne? A woman who tasted of family and forever? |
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Excerpt from
A FOREVER FAMILY
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He caught her arm.
Humor gone, his face hovered inches from hers. His
grip while firm, felt oddly safe and protective.
“Don’t you realize those dogs could have attacked
you?”
“Not ‘til later.” He had worried. About her.
The zing dove straight through her heart.
“Idiot girl. It would’ve been too late then.”
He shook her lightly.
“I’ve never missed a shot yet.”
“God.” He threw back his head on an explosion
of air. “Have you any idea what you do to me?”
Reality settled back. “I do to you?
Excuse me, but I don’t do anything to you. I
stay away from you. As much as possible. You’re the
one who continually seeks me out.”
“And why do you suppose that is?”
“I haven’t a clue.” But she did. Oh, how she
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