"...a place on my keepershelf." Brenda Novak, of Season of Change.What not to expect when you're expecting...Becca Thomas is thrilled to be pregnant, even though it means bringing up her baby alone. At thirty-eight, this may be her last chance to have a child. And she doesn't expect to see Aiden ...
Aldo called to his secretary the moment he came in the door of his personal quarters at the Sicilian Saturday morning. “He doesn’t answer his phone. Where’s my e-mail? Why don’t you know why I haven’t heard from him?” “Mr. Patrizio, did you call me down here on a Saturday ...
“Aren’t you going to ask me what my column was about?” “Nope.” Tracy had her left hand on the door handle and her right elbow on the window sill, riding the wind with her right hand. She was looking to the side of the road. He wanted her to look at ...
Christine had assumed that Slade would kiss with methodical control. It was how he approached everything. Like adding up a column of numbers in his head. Or creating a graph of growth rates. Predictably ho-hum. Huge, huge mistake. The passion in his...
Dr. Wentworth unlocked the door to his office. “It’s the insight of a vet that makes a practice thrive, not the age of your exam table.” It was pointless to allow Doc to show him the practice. Gage didn’t plan on staying in Harmony Valley for two more days, much less two m...
Slade said, taking away Flynn’s wineglass as soon as he came through the front door. He guided him to the couch. “I didn’t rate them all,” Flynn mumbled, listening to Becca come into the kitchen through the back. He was an idiot for kissing her. She kept telling him to sta...
ZACH HOPPED on the first step of the bleachers and hugged Dylan’s knees. He looked like a cowboy from a magazine ad—hair perfectly slicked back, creases in his jeans and a new bright red jacket. He was a sight most welcome after Dylan’s overshare with Kathy. “Can I ride Peaches?” &nbs...
The most recent cloud to pass overhead made everything in the clinic’s parking lot seem gloomy. Jess shivered and shoved her hands in her jacket pockets. Duffy hadn’t argued with anything Jess had said about who he was or what he wanted from life. She hadn’t realized how much she’d wanted him to ...
He hadn’t always. When she was a kid, he’d been her and Tracy’s reluctant rescuer. When she was a teenager, he’d been like a nosy, overprotective older brother, one who’d had the potential to be attractive, if he’d removed his braces and learned how to use hair product. And then he’d gone away to...