Indigo's opera house was a gift from Alexandre Valois to his wife long before the Civil War. Marjo Savoy, head of the opera house committee, is determined that the historic building will never be sold. Paul Clermont, the current owner, has no interest in holding on to the property he's inherited....
For Maria Pagliano, too much of a good thing has always been a problem. Whether it's men or carbs, she just can't say no. But that's about to change. For her high school reunion, Maria's vowed to reinvent herself as a woman who has her life strictly in order. No more pasta, bread, dessert, or dat...
Exotic food and a no-strings attached hunk top Meredith Shordon’s I-want list when she leaves her life behind in Indiana and heads for Boston to experience big city life. At the top of her list? Losing her virginity to Mr. Right Now, without getting tangled up with Mr. Right.Reformed party animal...
Out of a dress. Into jeans. Out of jeans. Into a skirt. Out of the skirt and back into the jeans. Finally, she settled on a deep green sweater with pearl beading around the collar and black slacks, with pointy-toed dress boots. Nothing too sexy, or that screamed trying to impress the guy.Even if ...
It wasn’t until after she left The Love Shack that the doubts and worries would crowd in, sitting like an extra passenger in her car on the ride home. Maybe that was why she worked so late, and babysat so often for Darcy—because if she stayed busy enough, she wouldn’t have to think. &...
"Couldn't take losing, could you?" Maria said as she pulled open the door, expecting Dante and finding— Malcolm in the Middle. "Are you Maria?" the kid said, his face all toothy and acne-riddled. He looked like he'd picked up his driver's license on the way over. &nb...
“More Beanie Babies,” she called over her shoulder to her mother.“Not for me. This one must be for you.” Gloria came to stand by the door, and watched as the driver handed Rebecca a slim package and had her sign the form on his clipboard. “Who’s it from?”“Jeremy,” she said.“Are you going to open ...
Slept through the buzzing of his phone. Slept through the sunrise. He’d slept in the best hotel rooms in the world, owned a mattress that cost more than a small car, and yet he had never slept as soundly or as well as he had in the double bed in the pale blue room on the second floor of the Ginge...
After that kiss—a fiery, no-holds-barred kiss that would go down in history as one of the top ten kisses in the world—she had found reason after reason to justify staying with Harlan long after the carnival had shut down for the night. They’d wandered the town park, talking about everything and n...
What an amazing night. Not just the making love part—that had rated right up there at a hundred on the Richter scale—but the moments afterward when he’d opened his heart and told her about his childhood. That horrible past explained so much about him. Why he had joined the...
He ducked and the plate hit the door behind him, shattering. The pieces fell to the floor, shooting outward in a dangerous, stoneware shrapnel arc.The bowl came next, but Duncan lowered his head, heard the second crash, and pressed forward into the room, grabbing the mug from Katie’s hand before ...
The words rang in Colt’s head long after they got into his car and headed back to the house. He liked the sound of them—very much—but didn’t want to ask if it had just been a turn of phrase or a purposeful sentence. The kind that said I’m staying for a long time. &nb...
“It’ll be about two grand to fix her,” Harvey said. Harvey was the lone mechanic on Fortune’s Island, a big, burly guy with a good heart and a knack for knowing what was wrong with a car just by listening to it for a few seconds. He’d been Sylvia’s engine doctor for several years now, and Jillian...
Marnie whispered to her mother. They were standing to the side of the private dining room of an upscale Boston restaurant on a sunny Saturday afternoon. Soft jazz music filled the air, accented by the rise and fall of a dozen human voices. A blush filled Helen’s cheeks, ma...
Travis turned and saw his younger brother coming at a slight jog down the carpeted hall. "What?" "Let me follow you out to talk." Talk? He and Brad didn't talk. They traded shoulder jabs in the break room, e-mailed each other bawdy jokes, slammed back a few beers after work. But talking? There wa...
Molly Hunter stared for a good thirty seconds at the long white stick displaying its message like a beacon atop her peach tile bathroom counter. Put it down, picked it up, stared at the double pink message some more. It couldn’t be. Had to be…impossible. Nausea sent her stomach on a renewed roll ...
The book had plenty of information about Harvey’s tricks—balancing a beach ball on his nose while standing on his hind legs, barking the “Star Spangled Banner,” complete with the high notes—and data on where he had appeared—Letterman twice, Animal Planet seven times and Good Morning America once....