This is the first in the hope spring series. Kaylie has moved back into the foster home she grew up and had pleasant childhood memories from. She has been looking for her family especially her dad. What follows is kaylie getting to know her community spew the contractor who will be renovating her...
This is a sweet story about Kaylie Flynn who after a traumatic start in life found happiness with wonderful foster parents. Ten years after leaving Hope Springs she is back to open a cafe in her old foster home and to look for answers about her parents. There is a lot of work to be done on the ho...
Melanie Craine knows romance isn't in the cards for her. She's ambitious, and has no time for a man in her busy life. With all of the other women at the funky gIRL-gEAR.com Web site meeting Mr. Right, someone has to keep things afloat! Then, when hot videographer Jacob Faulkner films her behavior...
When a guy stops at a roadside diner, he expects bad chili, not a hostage situation. But that's where SG-5 operative Harry van Zandt finds himself when an armed cartel blows through the door They're not after him but the woman in the next booth, and their message is clear: she's got seventy-two h...
Having long since given up on the formulaic Harlequin lines in favour of more cutting egde romance, I was brought back through a friend who urged me to give this new line a try. This first foray was more than satisfactory, the writing superb and the story was engrossing. Even her descriptions of ...
Chloe Zuniga, VP of gIRL-gEAR cosmetics and accessories divisions, needed a man to save her reputation--even though her enjoyment of the opposite sex and her potty mouth was what got her into trouble in the first place. Her old friend Eric Haydon agreed to be her "steady date" for three company e...
gIRL-gEAR VP Kinsey Gray is not happy to hear Doug Storey is moving to Denver. She and the sexy architect have a bit of a history, but Kinsey was never quite sure how she felt about him. Now that he's leaving, it's time she made up her mind. With the help of a three-step plan to seduce Doug, Kins...
Feet flat on the floor, he swiveled from side to side. He kept a grip on both armrests, kept his gaze on the door. It was after hours; the support staff had long since left for the night. But his partner was due any minute. And he wanted to be here to gloat. Doug Storey, the second half of Nevill...
She wanted to walk into the thick stands of trees and let them close around her, to lose herself along with this big truth only she knew. Was she really going to do this? Tell Kaylie’s father where she was? Upset his life and his daughter’s, too? Did she even have that right? Both seemed to be ma...
When weather permitted, she walked.It was only six blocks from her two-bedroom cottage to the Cantu Corner Store—Dolores Cantu baked the muffins herself and saved the plumpest of the batch for Jamie—and only another ten to Weldon Pediatrics, the small West Texas practice where Jamie had worked as...
He had his first cup of coffee in hand. He’d hoped to be on his third by now. Dealing with his sister and her questions and Thea on top was going to require a lot of caffeine. His brain wasn’t there yet. Sleep would’ve helped, but it was getting harder and harder to come b...
Three quick steps into the air-conditioned interior and she thudded to a stop.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered, knowing he wasn’t kidding her at all.What he was doing was ignoring every word of this morning’s phone conversation during which she’d told him—yet again—where she wanted the...
He knew she’d been talking to Casper. Knew that because he’d seen Clay with Faith on Main Street as the boy had parked Casper’s truck in front of Sheppard’s Books. He’d stopped to say hi as they’d climbed down, learned that Everly was at the house on Mulberry Street for Casper’s interview. What h...
The click of the door latch still echoed as she stared at her intruder, glared at her intruder, watched as he reached down and turned the lock on the door, looking her way all the while. Her gaze slid from his very large hand on the doorknob back to the face she saw every night in her dreams. She...
Cady chatted back, leaving King free to brood. He didn’t like to brood. He was a brooding master, but he’d gotten over finding it useful.Whether or not it would turn out to be useful now, it fit his state of mind. Plus, his style of brooding did a great job of putting off both the driver and Cady...
Are you thinking of dressing today?” Patrick glanced from the omelette pan to Annabel’s face, then down to his gray jersey athletic shorts, which were threadbare and lacking support. The absence of a jockstrap or briefs didn’t improve matters any. Especially since his thou...
As daunting and unappealing as the task was, she was going to sort through it all as she packed. No way was she going to haul boxes filled with grade-school artwork, and gossipy middle school notes from friends, and all the photos and autographs she’d collected in high school to her new place. Me...
She was wearing the same clothes he’d stripped her out of last night, and her face was washed clean of makeup, her hair caught at her nape in a band. She was scattered and flustered. She was gorgeous. She was also mad as hell. "What did you do with my SUV?" It was less of a question and more of a...
She tossed up both hands and faced Lauren. "This is totally hopeless. Even with a wig, I will never look like Catherine Zeta-Jones." Glancing away from the beveled mirror where she'd been smoothing her royal-blue headband, Izzy didn't even give Lauren time to start in before pointing out the obvi...
"Not at all, sweetie. In fact, I'm dead serious." Poe tugged the stopper from the whiskey decanter and set it on the tray. And then she cast a wicked look around the table, teasing her dinner companions with a sinister gleam in her almond-shaped eyes. Ever since Poe had ma...
It was a big bed, a roomy king with a high ceiling above and a fan lazily stirring the air. The sheets were soft, the pillows abundant, and everything was neat and earthy and warm. She was safe, cared for, provided for—and all of it on Josh’s dime. He cooked and cleaned. He refused to take money ...
He attended functions. Business dinners. Fund-raisers. Receptions. Soirees. Rarely did he make an appearance without an agenda. Never did he volunteer his involvement without the guarantee of a return. And then came Macy’s monthly game night. Which proved the folly of acti...
And not just the most recent old, but all of the olds Indiana had told good-bye since she was fifteen. At least her year was sucking, all two weeks. It didn’t help that she’d put on five pounds since Christmas, and all of it cake. Two Owls Café was thriving. The work on th...