Loved Loved this book. The storyline was very diffrent and refreashing, and I was reading as fast as I could to find out what happened next. I could not believe the mother (martha) in the story and how mean she was to her daughter (ellie) and heartless. Most romance novels don't include a mother ...
Army hero Logan Marshall would avenge his foster parents' murders or die trying. So when P.I. Bailey Madison offered to help, he couldn't refuse the sexy blondethough it meant agreeing once the killer was caught, he'd return with her to a family he had abandoned.On the trail, their bickering fig...
Sometimes miracles do happen. When Maggie left her husband Ross that fateful Christmas Eve, their marriage was over. But a near fatal accident on an ice-slick road changed everything. Now another Christmas approaches. While Maggie hasn't regained all her memory, she's ready to test her streng...
Four miracles and a bachelor add up to...one family.J.D. Grayson agrees that the Brown kids, abandoned by their parents, deserve a loving home. He's just not sure that one man is parent enough for four young children--not if he is that one man. But a persuasive--and mysterious--young woman insist...
Hallie Madison couldn't help but reach out to the brooding lawman, to help him connect with the lonely teenager who might be his daughter--who needed him to be her father. She risked her tattered heart on a man who couldn't promise her anything and a girl who was someone else's daughter.Life had ...
Ethan had spent a lifetime looking for trouble. Then he received a photo of a woman who, seven months ago, had claimed him, body and soul - for a single night - and who was now seven months pregnant. Grace Prescott had always accepted the little she'd been given. Then Ethan resurfaced, proposing ...
embassy’s residential compound in Kigali, broken only by a sudden shrill screech from a troop of silver-gray monkeys, three of them swinging down through the iroko trees and dropping into an open-walled, thatched lapa where Cass Rousseau, West Africa staff correspondent for CBN International, was...
He’d filled out endless paperwork, been examined and interviewed by his care team—doctor, nurses, therapists, a social worker, and a career counselor—and he’d met the rest of the troops in the WTU company. Half of them, like Justin Stephens, had severe injuries, amputations and burns chief among ...
Justin knew he shouldn’t laugh. He understood that Cate was frightened. Hell, so was he, though not at this very moment. After all, he had called Mario for a ride while he was upstairs and told him what he knew about Trent and Susanna’s trouble. It just wouldn’t have been fair to ask him to invol...
He started with the ads in the Sunday paper and found they were typically sparse for the kinds of jobs he was qualified for. He had better luck finding Help Wanted signs taped to store windows or asking everywhere he went who was hiring. It was, in general, a demoralizing process that he’d been t...
It also went automatically to an online storage account, too, but, hey, a guy could never be too careful. Sometimes the old saying “Writing is easy; just sit down and open a vein” was too true. When words were hard to come by, he didn’t risk losing any of them. He stood an...
After changing into trousers and a deep green button-down, he went onto the patio, where his mother was sharing a glass of wine with Brianne while something flavorful cooked on the grill. “Don’t you look handsome,” Patricia said, saluting him with her glass. “You should ro...
Someone wanted John dead, and the most likely suspect was the man claiming to be Simon. The man who’d done the interview in New Orleans. The man who had given her the willies from the moment they’d met. Okay, so the man was self-absorbed. He was the center of his own world...
She wished she could go to the grocery store. She was so tired of being inside that she would even gladly mow the grass for him if he’d just give her the chance. But she’d asked yesterday, and he’d refused. She washed the few dirty dishes on the counter and put them away, then swept up the fainte...
Carly pushed a chunk of carrot around her nearly empty bowl, pretending to consider the question, before saying, “Dogs. You?”“When I was a kid, Mom had a giant orange cat, this big constantly shedding fur ball with beady eyes and a wicked swipe. He always behaved when she was in the room, but whe...
Someone else had added, But that’s okay, because you can’t ever really leave home in the first place. Calvin Sweet was home. If he tried real hard, he could close his eyes and recall every building lining the blocks, the sound of the afternoon train, the smells coming from the restaurants. He cou...
Grandmother was resting, something she’d done every afternoon as far back as Reece could remember, and the house was particularly quiet with the housekeeper gone.Quiet didn’t apply to outdoors, though. Shortly after she’d come inside, Jones had driven past on his way out. An hour later, he’d retu...
Instinct said Anamaria wasn’t being entirely truthful.But he didn’t know whether it was real instinct or if, as she’d said, he’d come expecting the worst of her. He was a lawyer. He’d seen the worst of a lot of people. He’d come by his distrust honestly.Truthfully, though, it didn’t matter whethe...
Keeping her eyes closed, she stretched, luxuriating in the feel of the sheets against her skin, the heat pressed to her back in the bed, the even breathing on her neck. The lamp on the nightstand was still turned on, and thin slivers of pale light leaked around the corners of the blinds. It was e...
Jessy squinted at the clock, but the numbers were blurry, dancing before her grit-filled eyes. Her mouth tasted like grit, too, and her head was pounding. Again. The sunlight creeping into the room at the edges of the window blinds seemed brighter than it should have been for six forty-five a.m. ...
It was the sort of day for sitting on a broad shaded porch, paddle fan turning overhead, a pitcher of iced tea sweating on the table, wicker creaking, cushions shifting, bees buzzing in the flowers nearby. Laziness would float on the air, along with Eric Clapton, B. B. King or Louis Armstrong him...