Juliana O'Malley is in the wrong place at totally the wrong time and ends up kidnapped by outlaws in 1800s Tennessee. Fortunately for her, the outlaw who unwillingly took her hostage, Evan Harrison, is far more of a gentleman than his cohorts and his single-minded goal is getting her back to her ...
He could see it in the slight slump of her shoulders and the sadness tingeing her smiles. Her gorgeous green eyes no longer sparkled. And she was eating even less than usual. Despite various attempts to get her alone, he hadn’t succeeded. She was deliberately avoiding him,...
If he hadn’t offered to cut down a tree for Allison, a tree for a house that didn’t even belong to her, he wouldn’t have walked into this nightmare—a blizzard, not one but two babies and a grieving great-grandfather. At least, he assumed they were Fenton’s granddaughter Letty’s offspring. &...
Jane was seated on the wagon’s high seat, her bonnet casting her features in shadow. “Or how pleasing to look at.” Jessica blocked the sun with her hand. She wouldn’t deny that Grant was both those things and more. “I’ve told you before, there’s nothing to worry about. He’...
He would’ve slept already were it not for his awareness of Becca’s every movement in the small kitchen area as she cleaned the lunch dishes and began preparations for supper. She’d hid out in the barn for more than an hour before finally coming inside to heat up a huge pot of bean soup for lunch....
Craig perused the newest selection of hair tonics beneath the glass. He wasn’t one to rush the decision. While he hadn’t yet found a cure for his baldness, he continued to test the latest concoctions. Her gaze strayed once more to her boss, whose sinewy, suit-clad body was...
Exhausted, too. Gray clouds had rolled in about an hour earlier, spitting rain off and on. In the last twenty minutes the rain had come down more steadily. Didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon. He’d kept his eye open for shelter, but hadn’t spotted anything. He was getting desperate...
Mrs. Calhoun poked her head in the study door late Thursday. “Your supper is warming on the stove. Don’t leave it there too long,” she said with a smile, “else the potatoes will get soggy and the creamed corn will cease being creamy.” Lucian turned from the window. “I’ll r...