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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>PEACEFUL SLUMBER</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">part of the Mystic Passions boxset</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">by Nikki Lynn Barrett</span></div>
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<b>Genre:</b> Paranormal Romantic Suspense
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<b>Scott</b></div>
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I was somewhat normal once.</div>
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Until I died.</div>
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It was only for a few minutes, but ever since then, I can see ghosts.</div>
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The first time I see her is in the cemetery, wearing a blood stained wedding dress. </div>
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I have no idea how to help her or why I chose to, but she's here now.</div>
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The one person who makes me feel alive for the first time in ages is a spirit trapped in her own version of hell with no recollection of her life or death.<br />
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I'm the amnesiac ghost bride who wakes up with no memory of my life or death. </div>
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Only one person can see me.</div>
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With no clues as to who I am or how I wound up in this predicament, Scott is my only chance of helping to unlock my memories. </div>
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It's not easy. He's sarcastic and jaded.</div>
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But he's the only link I have to the living world.<br />
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<b><u><span style="font-size: large;">Prologue</span></u></b></div>
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I remember nothing.<br />
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A cold blanket of fog surrounds me as I sit up from the hard surface I must have been sleeping on, wearing a wedding gown, once white, now stained in red. My mind races a mile a minute, scrambling to retrieve a memory of what happened, like a dog scampering for his ball, but I come up empty.<br />
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Who the hell am I?<br />
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<i>Where</i> am I?<br />
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What happened to me?<br />
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Why is no one here?<br />
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Another thing that catches my attention right away is the fact that I look like death, but I feel nothing. Based on the condition of the wedding dress, whatever happened must have been brutal.<br />
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Nothing at all. No aches. No pains.<br />
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Okay, fine. Maybe the blood isn't mine, but that means it's someone else's, and I have no idea who, what, when....<br />
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I'm repeating myself.<br />
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Rather easy to do when I am trying to piece together the missing fragments that make up my life.<br />
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I stand with ease and interpret my surroundings. It's dark and foggy. Cold winds snap in my face. Shivers slam my body relentlessly. Maybe that's shock, though. How can I feel a chill when there's pretty much no other feeling?<br />
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Not that I expect an answer, but I call out, “Someone help me!” My voice brings no recognition. Not even a spark of who I am.<br />
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Panic settles over me.<br />
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My mind is blank. Empty.<br />
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How do I not have any memories? Did I fall? Crash? Hit my head? There's no pain, but that doesn't mean anything. Maybe shock has taken away the ability to feel pain. But I'm cold. So that's something.<br />
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Next step, check my body for wounds. My hands travel up and down my torso, searching for any tender spots or any blood seeping from an open injury. There's nothing. Absolutely nothing. This isn't promising. It doesn't calm my chaotic mind.<br />
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Before I go into a full blown panic meltdown, I stop and listen. There are voices. People talking. </div>
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This is my chance!<br />
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“Hey! Can anyone hear me?” I scream into the foggy abyss.<br />
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No one responds, at least, not to me. The talking continues. Someone is sobbing hysterically, and it's most definitely not me.<br />
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I can't see them, and I don't think they can see me. Still, I scream and cry, running frantically until I can find someone.<br />
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I shouldn't be able to move this easily. I shouldn't feel nothing. Not with blood on my dress. One would think I rolled around in a pool of it. This isn't a few drops, I look like I bathed in it.<br />
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There's a crowd of people huddled together, surrounding something. And they're crying. Bowed heads, gut wrenching sobs.<br />
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I'm in a graveyard.<br />
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In front of the crowd of people is a coffin.<br />
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Is that me in there? Am I dead? Is that why I'm here?<br />
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I run … well, I don't even know if I'm running, because hell, I don't know if I'm alive, to the crowd. I'm like an animal ready to pounce at the first sight of a person.<br />
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“Somebody! Please tell me you can see me!” I scream, waving my hands.<br />
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No one turns my way. No one flinches. It's as if I'm invisible, which I think is becoming more and more likely. Because I'm dead. I have to be. It's the only explanation I can come up with, not that it's an option I'm happy to think about. I don't know who I am. How did I get here? Why does it seem like my memories are wiped clean?<br />
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How did I die?<br />
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<b><u><span style="font-size: large;">Chapter 1</span></u></b></div>
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Why do people say rest in peace to the dead? They don't rest in peace. How do I know? Because I can fucking see ghosts. The ghosts who seek me out aren't at peace. It takes time and a willing human to help them find that peace. I'm not willing, but they don't leave me alone. I've never been a big people person, and I'm sure as hell not a 'ghost' person, but does that stop them? Nope. Not in the least.<br />
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It hasn't always been this way. Only in the past three years have I been able to see the dead.<br />
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I blame it on the fact that I died once. For ten minutes, until doctors managed to resuscitate my sorry ass.<br />
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Today is the day we're burying my uncle Floyd. It's cloudy, and a slight drizzle is spraying us with a light mist.<br />
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There are ghosts everywhere.<br />
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I've learned to ignore them, for the most part. They find me no matter where I go. I can't even take a shit without a ghost appearing, frantic for help because they eventually know I can see them. That stupid split second where I let my weakness show, and they descend upon me like a vulture chasing its prey.<br />
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Not only have I come back from the dead, but the dead want me. Sure, fine. Why not? No one else does. Not for me, anyway. My parents ignore me until they see fit to have their son at all of their important events. Other than that, I'm an outcast. Pretty much used to it. They throw money at me and tell me to have a good day.<br />
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I thought when I died and had my life flash before my eyes, it would change. It did for a little while. Then they went back to normal. Work, work, work. At least, for Dad, that was the case. Mom did her little parties and women's charities and pretended like she gave a shit about all of it.<br />
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She goes to the bar and screws the bartender. Dad pretends not to notice.<br />
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By using me.<br />
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“My son Scott has a hard time of it. I think he's gone a little crazy.” I heard my mother tell someone this a few months ago. I'll never confront her on it. What the hell is the point?<br />
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Living with this shit is crappy, but it is what it is. One day soon, I'll blow out of town and make a new life. Maybe I'll even be famous and my parents will come begging for my forgiveness.<br />
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Aunt Sara steps forward and places a rose on Uncle Floyd's casket. She's sobbing hard. Together for thirty-nine years, his sudden death is devastating on all of us. Floyd was the only one who gave a rat's ass about me. We always did stuff together. He gave me my first cigar, and we got drunk together once when I was seventeen.<br />
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It dawns on me then. Why don't I see his spirit?<br />
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I finally look around, knowing all too well these other spirits are gonna have a field day with this. I'm not about to make myself look crazy in front of family and friends. Not today, of all days.<br />
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Shudders ripple through my body. Damn, some of these deaths were gruesome. Not only can I see the ghosts, but I see them in their death form.<br />
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Blood. Torn skin. I won't go on. The visuals churn acid in my stomach. Gotta give credit to doctors. I couldn't do it. I'm not even good with scary movies. They make me want to hurl.<br />
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Trying to stay casual, I scan the cemetery for any signs of my uncle. There are none. Disappointment settles in the core of my soul. I have this 'gift' of being able to see spirits, but the one I would actually love to see, I don't get to.<br />
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There's a young woman in a blood stained wedding dress, and she's waving her hands frantically. Why this one grabs my attention over all the others is beyond me, but she does. I can't tear my eyes away from her.<br />
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She notices that I see her, and relief floods her eyes.<br />
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Before she can get to me, a hand lands on my shoulder. “You all right, son?” Dad's concern is almost genuinely touching. Too bad I call bullshit. It's all for show.<br />
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“You know the answer to that,” I snap as I jerk my shoulder away. Too much crap within the last few years has left me jaded. It can't even be denied.<br />
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Dad gives me a cold look, like he can't even believe I got upset at him. Instead of arguing, he pivots and storms off. What does he expect? Seriously!<br />
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Whatever. Let them go off. I came in my own car, and I don't have to answer to anyone.<br />
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The woman spirit is still there, frozen in the same place. I only have eyes for her. Her mouth opens in shock as I strut toward her. “Y-You can see me?”<br />
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Ah, a first timer. She has no idea where she is or what's happened. Confusion taunts her pretty green eyes.<br />
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“Wish I couldn't, but yes.”<br />
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She frowns. “Does that mean I'm dead? No one else can see me.”<br />
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“Fraid so.” No point in beating around the bush.<br />
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“That funeral over there isn't mine, is it?” she whispers.<br />
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“No. It's for my uncle.” Back at the grave site, most of my family has already left. The empty spot and the coffin ready to be lowered in the ground breaks me a little more inside. At least Uncle Floyd lived a damn good life. I loved his stories. If my aunt knew half the shit he did even while married, she'd have a stroke.<br />
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The more I think about it, the more it seems the ghosts who come to me have unfinished business. That show Ghost Whisperer comes to mind, except it's been recent for me to be able to see them.<br />
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“Why can you see me?”<br />
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She narrows her eyes. “You're not very nice.”<br />
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“<i>I'm</i> not nice? That's my uncle buried over there, and I'm talking to a ghost. Wanna try that again?” Frustration pumps through my body.<br />
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“At least you aren't dead! I don't even know who I am!” she shoots back.<br />
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“You put things into perspective for me there,” I admit, scratching at the back of my neck. The rain doesn't hold off. Too much more of this and I'll have to leave. What's stopping me from doing so already? Why does this one ghost gravitate toward me above all others today? “You don't remember anything about who you are and how you died?”<br />
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She shakes her head. “I woke up in a foggy abyss. I don't feel pain, even though it looks like I died in a horrible way. I wonder where my husband or husband-to-be is.”<br />
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My gaze flits to her left hand. No ring. Hmm. Interesting. “You don't even have an engagement ring on your hand.”<br />
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She gasps and raises her hand. “You're right. So maybe I ran from him.”<br />
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“A paranormal version of runaway bride? Hmm.” The words tumble from my lips before I can even think about how callous I'm being.<br />
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“Ugh. You're not one to hold back, are you?” Ghost Bride mutters in disgust.<br />
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“I'm talking to a ghost. Do you expect me to be a perfect gentleman?” I retort.<br />
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“I guess not,” she relents.<br />
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“You're going to follow me if I leave, aren't you?” Most of them do. Why bother asking?<br />
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“I- I don't know. Can I even do that?”<br />
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Newbie ghost problems. “Wouldn't be the first. I can't speak from a ghost perspective, but they never leave me alone.”<br />
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“Have you always been able to see us?”<br />
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There we go. The loaded question. Man, spirits are damn talkative. “Nope. Just a couple years.”<br />
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Holy hell. She's silent. Ghost Bride doesn't ask me why it's only been recent.<br />
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My next words surprise me. Damn, I'm a sucker. “I don't want to get drenched, but I'm not about to leave you here alone and confused. You can go home with me, and we'll figure out who you are and how to get you to wherever it is you need to go.”<br />
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Her eyes light up. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” And then she tries to hug me. Ghost Bride's hands go right through me. I'm used to it, but she isn't.<br />
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No matter where she goes, USA Today Bestselling author Nikki Lynn Barrett hears voices in her head. Instead of calling her crazy and locking her up, her family realizes it's just a product of being an author and allows her to write the stories so that the voices shut up.<br />
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A new, fun themed boxed set is coming May 11th! Luck of the Draw is full of luck and wins! From sweepstakes to lottery to gambling, everyone wins some!<br />
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Today, I'm featuring the first chapter from one of the books in the set. So Unlike Me by USA Today Bestselling Author Nikki Lynn Barrett is a fun and emotional story about twins switching places, and the childhood best friend of one twin getting caught in the middle of the whole thing.....<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“You signed me up for<i> what</i>?” Lizette Monroe pinned her twin sister Nola with a furious, deadly look<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I didn't sign <i>you</i> up. I signed<i> me</i> up, and now I've chickened out. Why not switch with me?”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Why not-” Lizette sputtered. “For one, I have tons of things I could be doing. Two, we're way too old to be pulling the twin switch. Three, you and your damn sweepstakes! Four-”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Okay, okay. You don't need to list everything.” Nola's voice quieted to a low mutter. “It would be good for you. You know, get away from the press over Chip's-”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Don't speak that name,” she seethed. Lizette's ex-fiancé was a hot topic lately, especially in the last few months when he threw her life in complete and utter uproar. A breakup was bad enough. He had to add public humiliation, lies, and slander to the list. Because Lizette and Nola were well known heiresses, of course the break up was in the spotlight. The unwanted attention forced her to keep her head low to figure things out. It came out of nowhere. One day, she'd been contemplating wedding things, wondering when Chip would commit to a date. He wanted it sooner, and didn't like the idea that he had to sign a prenup, forced upon Lizette by her parents' will. It made her question his motives, because if he'd loved her for the person she was and not what she represented, wouldn't he have been okay with it?<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Why did things have to become so complicated?<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>That and Chip pulled it off on national TV. Some stupid reality dating show, Rebound, if she recalled correctly, where they go on and talk about all the things their exes did to hurt them. Then all season, the hosts would help them find a rebound date.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><i>Can we say train wreck?</i><br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>But back to her sister and the crazy twin switch idea. “Nola...”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Come on, Lizette! You know I enter all of these things. The last thing I expected was to win. I was going to try, I really was.” Her twin trailed behind her when Lizette strode off to the kitchen, eager for a cup of coffee to process the whole thing. “This is perfect. It gets you out of here for a while, and you can play as me. Enjoy yourself.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Enjoy myself. Right,” Lizette muttered, mulling over the idea. Damn it, she didn't want to admit quite yet that her sister had a decent idea. Getting out of California could be exactly the cure she needed.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I <i>am </i>right! You've been avoiding everyone and everything! Get out there and live again. Throw your happiness up in Chip's face! You know it'll only be a matter of time before the Rebound crew comes looking for you to find out your side. They''ll ask you to face Chip and what he says,<br />
especially when he has his rebound date. You know how that show goes.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I don't, actually. I'm not the one who sits around the house watching stupid reality TV and entering sweepstakes.” At Nola's surprised gaze, Lizette clamped her lips shut.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Big mistake. Bad, bad, bad move. Nola's eyes watered.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I'm sorry, Nola. My mouth got ahead of me.” Nola had become agoraphobic over the past year and a half, and nothing Lizette said or did helped so far. Her sister was so embarrassed by this that she'd begged Lizette to go out in her place if Nola was to appear anywhere. No one aside from the two of them and their late father's right hand man, Travis, knew the truth about Nola. “If I did this, what would you do for a week?”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I have Travis. He comes by and helps,” Nola replied. “I didn't expect to win.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Yeah, she said that already.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Where's the vacation location?” Lizette treaded carefully. Nola would find any way she could to con her into saying yes, even when Lizette wasn't certain about any of this.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>A twinkle lit up her twin's eyes. “Get this. Paris!”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Seriously?” She whistled. Okay, this might be worth considering.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“We've got our passports already!”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Reality hit her hard in the gut.“Yeah, but taking your place going somewhere international is not the smartest move.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Well, don't get arrested, killed, or kidnapped. Simple.” Nola chuckled, crossing her arms.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Be serious! You know how much trouble we could get into?”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“A week in Paris. A week away from the media. A-” Oh, she planned to lay it on thick. Damn her!<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Nola!” Lizette cut her off. Her sister could be so reckless at times.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“It would be such a shame to let it go to waste,” Nola tsked. “All they'll do is check your- my passport. We've both got a clean record. Nothing could go wrong. I'll try when something is a little closer to home.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Lizette sighed. How did her sister always manage to get into these situations? But damn it, Paris was tempting! And she could post photos all over her social media accounts and make Chip jealous.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Strike that, no she couldn't. Not as Nola. Okay, so that part was out, but Paris? Turning that trip down would be a mistake.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“So people actually entered the sweepstakes, huh? You think twenty winners are going to be satisfied by coming here?” Dirk Ramsey folded his large frame onto the chair across the table from his uncle Max. Dirk had actually helped sponsor the sweepstakes, not because he thought it would pan out, but because his uncle was the only good family member he had left, and the soft-hearted guy he was couldn't say no when Uncle Max's desperation put his health in jeopardy. Instead of taking the offer to help with storm damages, Uncle Max had this insane idea about a sweepstakes to bring in out of towners, showing them the best of the town during an annual event. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Last ditch effort.” His uncle, the mayor of Paris, Tennessee, gritted his teeth. “I need something to put this town on the map.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Discover a singer and keep 'em away from Nashville.” Dirk chuckled, warranting a warning glare from his uncle.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“You aren't very funny, kid. We've got the Fish Fry coming up. Why not introduce new people to our town? Sure, they may go visit Nashville's highlights, but they're staying here. In our inn. It's all about the local attractions. The flood didn't help our situation any.” Max eyed him warily. “I thought you were on board with this. If you didn't believe in it...”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I think you could have found a different way about it, but you know damn well I'm on board.” Dirk sat up straight. “All right. You tell me what you need, and I'll help. After this though, I'm gonna have to go home.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>His uncle nodded. “I know. I can't keep ya here forever. I appreciate all the help you've given me the last few months. This time, I promise to take it easy. Your cousin Arthur can't be bothered to help. His mother says he keeps getting into trouble, but he doesn't want to talk to me about it.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“You'd better. I don't want to hear in the middle of the night that my only family had a heart attack due to stress. Let's just hope this works.” Dirk shifted positions again.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“We've got a good lineup this year for singers, too. Some well known, some not. If it fails, we know not to do a sweepstakes. Is Maria waiting for you at home? How come she hasn't come to visit?”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Because when she realized I wasn't coming back right away, she left me,” Dirk replied, thinking of the woman he'd almost proposed to. Go figure. When he put his heart out on the line, he got the raw end of the deal. It had taken a long time to decide, and he wondered now if he'd only thought about proposing because he'd been comfortable with her. When it came down to it, Dirk didn't love her the way he thought he should. That was almost a month ago, and he'd been quiet about it. He wasn't about to lie to his uncle, even though Max would feel guilty for keeping Dirk away from home and his life for so long.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Just as he suspected, his uncle's face fell. “Sorry about that, Dirk.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“It's her loss.” Her loss, and his realization that it was better this way. Being comfortable with a woman wasn't enough to last a lifetime.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Yes it is, but I know how you felt about her.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Yeah, well...” Dirk shrugged. Time to change the subject. “Which artists have you lined up that are noteworthy?”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Try Kyra Sanders for our country act, and rock band Zinger.” Max pumped a fist in the air. “Think they're big enough to draw a crowd?”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Dirk whistled. “Impressive. Both acts have a huge following, and I love the diversity in music.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“See? Your old uncle can still produce a few good moves.” Uncle Max winked, running a hand through his thinning silver hair.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Never said you couldn't, old man, but I bet I could still kick your butt in a good old-fashioned game of bowling.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Is that a challenge, boy? Because if that's the case, game on!”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Dirk laughed. “Tonight? Best of three?”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“You're on.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Hey, how soon until the sweepstakes winners get here, anyway?”<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“A week.” The look of panic reappeared on Uncle Max's face. As suspected, he wasn't fully ready. Or maybe he was, and just had a case of perfectionism.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Damn. Not a lot of time. “Is the inn okay after that last storm?” Too many deadly and costly storms rolled through here recently, leaving Paris and surrounding communities on high alert.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Just about. I have a small list of things needing to be done before they get here. You win bowling tonight, and I won't ask anymore of you. You lose, and the list is yours. Feeling the pressure?” Uncle Max let out a wicked cackle.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I always feel the pressure. You know what would be hilarious? What if someone didn't read the fine print on the sweepstakes and thought they were going to Paris, France?” Dirk laughed at the image flashing in his mind of an angry person discovering how far off the mark they were. He wasn't one to mock people, but if someone didn't read all of the details, that was on them.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Paris, Tennessee was a far cry from Paris, France. Despite how much effort and money he'd invested into this whole plan, Dirk wasn't convinced it would turn out as well as Uncle Max hoped it would.<br />
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Today's First Chapter Spotlight is on Sharon Coady's MELANIE'S CHRISTMAS GIFT, just one of twelve brand-new stories in Christmas Pets & Kisses. This 12 book boxed set releases October 11th!<br />
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Melanie’s Christmas Gift<br />
Sharon Coady<br />
Copyright 2016, Author<br />
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Chapter One<br />
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The day of the wedding finally arrived with everything moving smoothly, and everyone going about their business except Anne, who missed Melanie being underfoot. Kyle insisted on taking her to his house last night, saying he didn’t want to tempt fate. To top it off, Kyle’s mother had insisted on coming over to help Anne get ready. She didn’t know his mother and hadn’t seen her in years.<br />
Maybe wanting to get married so quickly wasn’t such a good idea after all. It had been her idea to have the wedding quickly and try for a baby right away. Having another great-grandchild was all Pop could talk about.<br />
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She made her way into the kitchen to find Pop standing by the coffee pot, waiting for it to finish brewing. “Morning, Pop.” She kissed him on the cheek. “You ready for the big day?”<br />
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“Yep, I’m ready. Question is, are you?” His eyes crinkled as his grin spread over his mouth.<br />
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“Yes, I am. I’m so excited. I can’t believe the day is finally here. I’m glad you’re going to walk me down the aisle. I know you’re not crazy about being around so many people, but it means a lot to me.” Anne grabbed a cup from the cabinet and poured hot water from the tea kettle into her cup, before taking a tea bag from the covered container.<br />
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He turned and held his arms out. “You’re the only granddaughter I have. I hate getting dressed up and going to a church, but I’ve waited a long time for this day. Like I’ve said before, I’m getting a grandson-in-law and a great granddaughter today. Who wouldn’t be happy? I love you, girl.”<br />
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She moved into his warm arms and gave him a big hug. “I love you, too. We’re both lucky. I feel like she’s my little girl, even though I didn’t give birth to her. How lucky can I get?” She sighed. “I’m just a little worried.”<br />
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Pop pushed her back and looked into her eyes. “What are you worried about?”<br />
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“It’s stupid.”<br />
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“Nothing is stupid. Tell me,” he ordered sternly.<br />
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“What if her mother shows up after all these years? Will she still want me to be her mommy?” Anne lowered her eyes as she felt the heat from the blush spread over her face.<br />
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“Well now, that’s not a stupid thought. But she left that little girl years ago. Why would you think she’d show up out of the blue?” He placed his hand under her chin, gently lifting her head so he could look into her eyes.<br />
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“I don’t know. The thought has prayed on my mind the last few days. I’m worried if she comes back, Melanie will want her and not me. Oh, I sound so selfish, don’t I?” She pulled her teabag from the water and wrapped the string around the spoon, giving it a little squeeze before placing the teabag on her saucer.<br />
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“Nope, you sound like a stepparent that is worried about a birth mother. I’ll bet they have some sort of group for this.” The corners of his mouth turned up.<br />
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“You watch too much reality TV.” She couldn’t help but giggle at his comment. “We need to leave by eleven. Kyle is coming by to pick you up. It really means the world to me that you’re giving me away.” Anne felt she couldn’t express enough how much it did mean, and she wanted him to know it.<br />
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“Oh, I’m not giving you away, I’m sharing,” Pop huffed as he filled his coffee cup. “Stupid words, giving away. You don’t give someone away,” he mumbled under his breath.<br />
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“Don’t get worked up, it’s just a silly saying.”<br />
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“I’m not worked up, I’m just saying it seems like a dumb thing to say. Are you making me my oatmeal this morning?” he grumbled again.<br />
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“Yep. Sit down and let me get it for you.” She kissed his cheek. She measured the water into the pot, added the long-cooking oatmeal, and turned on the burner.<br />
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“I’m happy you’re marrying Kyle. He’s a good man, and that little girl is so darn cute. Gram would have loved her.”<br />
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Anne smiled. “I know she would have.” She missed her gram so much; the pain of losing her didn’t seem to lessen as the time went on. Even while she and Melanie had been shopping for their dresses, she wished her gram had been there to help her choose hers. “She loved Kyle. This would have made her very happy.” She stirred the oatmeal as it slowly bubbled.<br />
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He took his cup and shuffled to the table, finally sitting down. “I’m hungry. Are you going to talk or fix my breakfast?” His eyes twinkled as his mouth turned up in a crooked grin. Mavy appeared from under the table and sprung into his lap. She leaned up against his belly and purred.<br />
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“Stop being a rascal. You know I’m making it for you.” She sighed as she spooned the oatmeal into his favorite bowl. “I think I’m a bit nervous, too nervous to eat.” Her stomach was doing flip-flops this morning.<br />
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“What are you nervous for? Not like you haven’t been planning for this day. What’s got you so jumpy?”<br />
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“I haven’t met some of the people Kyle’s mother invited. It turns out he has a rather large family. We’d planned on a small wedding, and she sort of changed that. I guess it’s making me nervous. It’s just been you and me for a long time now.” She wrung her hands before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.<br />
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“Hey, they’re going to love you. Me, I’m not so sure. I know I can be a bit gruff sometimes and that makes me hard to like. You and your gram saw through that. I guess Kyle and Melanie do, too.”<br />
Anne set his bowl of oatmeal down in front of him and ran her hand over Mavy’s soft fur. “Anyone who takes the time to get to know you sees through it. If they don’t like you, well that’s just too bad.” She leaned down and kissed his cheek. “I’m going to go take a shower. Do you need anything else?”<br />
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“Nope. I’ll eat this and start getting myself ready, you have to be there at eleven, but Kyle said he would pick me up about nine. I guess we have to get to the church to make sure everything is set up right. He said he needed my keen eyes. I think he just wanted to get me out of your way.” He snickered.<br />
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“That’s not true. Kyle likes spending time with you, and you are not in my way. Well, having a couple of strange women in the house, fussing over me and helping me get ready, might get in your way. I’ll see you later, Pop.” Anne hurried into the bathroom and started the shower. I’m worried they’ll get in my way.<br />
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She finished her shower and dried her hair. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Anne couldn’t believe how happy she looked; her expression was radiant. Kyle and Melanie had made such a difference in both her and Pop’s lives. I hope I get pregnant right away. She and Kyle had talked it over, and he’d agreed with her they needed to have a baby quickly. Pop was doing okay, but Anne could see he was getting weaker. She wanted to give him this one last wish. He missed Gram so much, and at times, she thought the grief overwhelmed him. She knew he tried to hide it, but his eyes always gave him away.<br />
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Just as she finished putting on her lotion and big, fluffy robe, the doorbell rang. Anne hurried out to find Pop opening the door. “Come on in. How are you this morning? I’m Anne’s grandfather, Walter, but everyone calls me Pop.” His eyes sparkled as his mouth turned up in a forced grin. “Kyle, good to see you.”<br />
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It tickled her that he was trying his best to smile and welcome everyone into their home. Pop never was one who liked crowds, especially crowds that he didn’t know coming into his home. He could be a downright cranky beast at times, so this was a pleasant surprise, and she felt her anxiety lessen.<br />
Once the women were introduced, Kyle took Pop’s suit bag off the closet door as Pop headed for the door. “Just a moment, son.” Pop turned and glanced at Anne. “I love you, girl. See you at the wedding.” He lifted his hand and waved.<br />
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Tears welled in her eyes as she waved back. “I love you too, Pop.” Before she had time to think any further, the women surrounded her, chatting about her hair, her beautiful skin… Anne smiled and nodded, but she let her mind wander, as their chatter became nothing but background noise. She thought back to the day that she and Melanie had gone dress shopping.<br />
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Melanie had insisted on having a pink dress since it was her favorite color. Lucky for her, they had found a beautiful, pale pink dress with a chiffon skirt at the first children’s department they visited. The waist was cinched with a deeper pink ribbon tie and a silk pink flower. It was something Melanie would be able to wear again. She had been so excited; she kept spinning this way and that, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Anne remembered how she had exclaimed, “This one is perfect. I think my daddy will love it.” She had spun around again, a big smile turning her mouth up so far that her little dimples showed. “Can I have it, Mommy?”<br />
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When Anne had told her she also thought it was perfect, Melanie was so excited she kept twirling around and around in circles. She had wanted to wear it home and almost cried when Anne told her they had to pick their dresses up later.<br />
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But once Anne explained that they had to go get their shoes and stockings, as well as trying to figure out what to do about the jewelry, she had settled down somewhat. She had further explained to the little one that they still had to find a basket so she could carry the rose petals. “So you see, we have a lot more to do before we pick our dresses up and head home.”<br />
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This had appeased her and as they made their way to the shoe store, she’d chatted nonstop. “This is so much fun. I’m so glad you and Daddy will get married at that special church. I can’t wait to be the flower girl!”<br />
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After trying on almost every pair of shoes, Anne had finally convinced Melanie to get the white Mary Jane’s with a strap. Melanie had to walk up and down in front of the mirrors, looking at her feet before she declared the shoes perfect for the wedding.<br />
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Anne glanced at the dresser where her necklace with the two little intertwined silver hearts lay. She had purchased the matching necklaces that same day. She remembered how Melanie had squealed when she’d seen them. “Matching? Like mommy and daughter ones?”<br />
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“Yes, like mommy and daughter ones. Don’t tell Daddy about the dresses okay, honey? We have to keep them secret until the wedding.”<br />
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“I promise. I can keep the secret. I kept the secret about your presents!” She had beamed as Anne hooked her into the car seat and kissed her on the tip of her nose.<br />
Her gram’s face came to mind again, making her sigh.<br />
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“Anne? Dear, are you all right?” Nancy patted her arm.<br />
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“Yes, I’m sorry, what did you say?” She hadn’t realized how deep in thought she’d been. “I’m fine. I was just thinking about my gram. I miss her and I wish she could be here today. Did you know she and Kyle stayed friends all these years? It makes me sad. I feel like I missed out on so much of their lives when I moved away to start my own.” Anne knew she was rambling; she always did when she was nervous.<br />
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“Anne, you talked to them every day and you’re here now. Yes, I knew Kyle and Elma talked often. He never stopped loving you, and he loves your grandparents. According to him, she was one of the sweetest women God ever graced the earth with. You were blessed to have her. She is with you today, don’t you make any mistake about it.”<br />
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Anne nibbled on her bottom lip. “You knew he still talked to them?” She knew these feelings were silly, but she knew so little about his relationship with her gram.<br />
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“Yes. I think it was his way of still feeling close to you. I was very upset with him for keeping Melanie a secret. I told him you and your gram would accept her. I’m sorry Melanie will never know her. You didn’t know this, but I always thought what you and Kyle had all those years ago was the real thing. It seems I was correct.” She smiled and touched Anne’s shoulder softly.<br />
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If felt strange hearing those things coming from Kyle’s mother. Anne had met her only a couple of times while they were together, and she had never been friendly or warm. “How did you know my grandmother?”<br />
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“Kyle told me about her. It wasn’t often, but he would sometimes share. My goodness, when she gave him her recipe for the spaghetti sauce, he practiced it every week until he had it perfect.”<br />
“That was when they were living with you?”<br />
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“Yes, before he finished school and moved into his own place. He’s a very independent young man. He’s done a great job with his little girl, don’t you think?”<br />
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Anne sat back and crossed her legs, feeling a little of the tension release. “Melanie is a wonderful little girl. He’s done an amazing job.” Sighing with happiness at the thought of Kyle and Melanie again, she turned and smiled at Nancy. “What should I call you now that we’re getting married? I feel I don’t know you very well yet.” Anne gazed at the woman who was going to be her mother-in-law in just a few short hours.<br />
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“Oh, you can just call me Nancy, and this is Kyle’s Aunt Kim. I guess I should have introduced you before we started fawning all over you. I’m so excited you’re joining our family. Now, we need to get busy, or you’re not going to be ready to walk down that aisle on time. It just won’t do to have the bride late. Come, sit down so we can get started on your hair and makeup.”<br />
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“I can do my own makeup, and I was just going to pull my hair back from my face with these clips I picked up.” She pointed to her dresser as she sat down.<br />
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“Nonsense, Kim is a hair dresser, and she’ll do a beautiful job for you. Did Kyle ever tell you when I was young that I was a makeup artist for the local news station? I bet he didn’t. He never was one for talking about family business.”<br />
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“Aunt Kim?” Anne looked in the mirror at the unfamiliar lady standing behind her.<br />
“Yes, dear?”<br />
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“Could you keep my hair simple, please? I don’t want anything elaborate. I don’t feel it would go with my dress. Wait a moment. I’ll get my dress so you can see what I’m saying.” She shot up from the chair and hurried to her room, closing the door behind her. Taking a couple of deep breaths, she took her dress off the hook, put a smile on her face before she opened the door, and hurried out into the dining room. “Here it is.” Anne held up the Tiffany blue, off-the-shoulder dress she’d chosen. It was fitted at the waist with a gathered, tea-length skirt that flowed perfectly over her hips. She had seen it as elegant yet soft. Anne had never wanted the traditional white wedding gown. She found herself holding her breath, waiting for their reaction. <br />
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Aunt Kim’s eyes lit up. “Oh, it’s beautiful! I love the color and the style, simple yet elegant. I know the perfect hairstyle to go with it. Look at that, Nancy. Isn’t it the most stunning dress you’ve ever seen?”<br />
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“It is stunning. I love it. I know just what to do for your makeup now, too. You will be the most beautiful bride anyone has ever seen, too. Come on now, sweetie. Hang it there for us to enjoy while we work our magic. Wait until you see what Kim did to our sweet, little Melanie. She looks like a fairytale princess with her little ringlets. She went on and on about how you helped her get her dress and shoes. She told Aunt Kim she tried on every pair in the store before she found her perfect shoes. That dress looks so adorable on her.”<br />
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Anne sat back and said a prayer as she put herself into their hands; she hoped she wouldn’t look a fright when they were done. Twenty minutes later, Nancy and Kim stepped back and declared her finished. Anne strolled into her bedroom, taking a deep breath before she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. A smile spread over her lips as she admired the way they had transformed her into an elegant, glamorous woman. “Oh my gosh, look at what you two did! I can’t wait to step into my dress.”<br />
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“May we come in?” Nancy stood in the doorway beaming, her hands clasped in front of her.<br />
“Please! You can help me slip it on without messing up my hair or makeup.” Anne slipped out of her robe as Nancy and Kim helped her carefully step into her dress.<br />
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Kim slid the zipper up and Nancy fixed the straps. “Don’t look yet. Where are your shoes? You need to see the complete look,” Nancy exclaimed.<br />
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“They’re on the bed in the box. I won’t peek. I promise. Would you also get my necklace there on the dresser?” Anne giggled at their excitement. Kim was standing in front of her, so she couldn’t see in the mirror. She closed her eyes, wishing for the hundredth time today that her grandmother was standing with her.<br />
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“Oh, Melanie has the same one,” Nancy declared, bringing Anne back to the moment. “You bought matching necklaces. No wonder she was so excited when Aunt Kim fastened it on her neck.”<br />
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“You look exquisite. Kyle is going to be speechless. You are such a breath of fresh air for this old, stuffy family,” Aunt Kim whispered. “Don’t you tell Nancy I said that, okay?”<br />
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Anne smiled and nodded her head. “I won’t,” she whispered back.<br />
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“Here you are, slip these on. Oh my, Kim. Look at her. Kyle is going to be speechless.”<br />
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“What? He will and you know it,” Nancy declared, placing her hands on her hips.<br />
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“He will, Nancy. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. We’re laughing because I just said that exact same thing to Anne.”<br />
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“Oh, I didn’t hear you. Now, move so she can see herself.” Nancy waved her arms for Aunt Kim to move<br />
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Aunt Kim stepped to the side, and Anne’s breath caught. There, in front of her, stood a stunning, gorgeous woman. The dress complimented her pale skin as her hair pooled around her shoulders, framing her face. Her green eyes sparkled and the makeup was just smoky enough to make her appear elegant. Anne turned her face a little. “What did you do to my lashes?” She was amazed because she had little baby lashes. Now they were voluptuous and full.<br />
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“Trade secret, dear. Do you like it?”<br />
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“Yes. You’ve both made me look like a fairytale princess. How can I ever thank you?”<br />
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“Just make my son the happiest man alive and my granddaughter the happiest little girl alive. That’s all. Oh wait, there is one more thing, maybe another grandchild.”<br />
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She hugged both of them, feeling a blush spread over her face. She glanced at the time. “We better get going. I don’t think it would do for the bride to be late to the wedding.”<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Her personal and professional life at a crossroads New York lawyer Melanie Holister returns home to small town Iowa for the Holidays, where she crosses paths with her high school crush, Kaeden McGrath. Can Kaeden and his bulldog Spike help Melanie find happiness in the hometown she once couldn’t wait to leave? </span></h1>
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Holister left civilization behind as soon as she got past Des Moines,
carefully navigating her rented Dodge Charger on the road as a light
dusting of snow fell from the sky. It probably wasn’t the best
choice of car for winter in Iowa, but if Melanie had to go back to
Mill’s River, she at least wanted do it in style. She still
couldn’t believe she was returning to her hometown, twelve years
after she’d left it behind for Columbia University and what she was
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">On
the day she left, Melanie vowed she’d never be back. For twelve
years, she’d managed to keep her promise, making sure family
holidays were spent either at her place in New York City, or her
sister’s house in Minneapolis. The latter was a compromise once
their parents complained about the long travel to the Big Apple, and
Melanie was happy to make it. She loved her family, and she even
liked the city some referred to as the Mini-Apple. It was Mill’s
River she couldn’t handle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Yet
here she was, headed home, and worse yet, with her proverbial tail
between her legs. No boyfriend, and no job. Okay, that wasn’t
technically correct. Melanie remained an employee of the prestigious
Simmons Kline law firm, but she was just that. An employee. Not a
partner, and no longer on the partnership track. For all the future
she had at the firm, she might as well be unemployed. </span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">As
for the other, Randy had ended their nearly four-year relationship
two days after the partnership vote, when he made it and Melanie
didn’t. He needn’t have waited so long. Melanie saw the writing
on the wall as soon as she’d learned her fate with the law firm.
Randy’s wealthy family was all about status, and it would never do
for L. Randolph Wentworth III to be in a relationship with someone
who would never be worthy of that status. And if Melanie wasn’t
good enough to make partner, she wasn’t good enough for Randy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Truth
be told, professional rejection hurt more than the personal one.
Although she’d shared some good times with Randy, lately Melanie
had begun to think something was missing. She didn’t feel the
passion for him that she wanted to feel for the man she would choose
to spend her life with. No, she probably wouldn’t miss Randy all
that much. But not making partner at Simmons Kline? That one stung.
Melanie had wanted to be a lawyer since her earliest childhood
dreams, and being told she wasn’t a good enough one to be partner
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Melanie
slowed her speed as she exited the two-lane highway onto the county
road that would take her to her hometown, and soon it appeared in her
line of sight. Mill’s River, Population 1309, but that might have
been a generous estimate. The population had been more than twice
that when Melanie was a young child, but once the Mill’s River
schools closed, consolidating with another nearby town, the
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Now,
as she drove through town, Melanie observed it to be even more
downtrodden than when she’d left. There was a convenience store and
gas station on the outskirts, and the bank was still there, though
the name had changed. The old diner remained, as well as Hap’s Pub,
because every small town had to have at least one bar. And there on
the corner of Fifth and Main, at the only stoplight in town, stood
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The
light turned red, and Melanie stopped, turning her head in the
direction of the store. Did the McGraths still own it? She assumed
so, considering the name hadn’t changed. The door to the store
opened, and a dark-haired young man stepped out, carrying packages
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<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Oh
my gosh, was that Kaeden? It had to be. Melanie would know him by the
way he walked, always purposeful and confident. And darned if he
wasn’t just as handsome as before, if not more so. After a second
look, Melanie concluded Kaeden was, indeed, even sexier than when
they’d graduated high school a dozen years ago. And sadly, he was
still stuck in Mill’s River.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">A
horn beeped behind her and Melanie realized the light had changed.
“Wow, are you in a hurry, buddy?” she muttered under her breath.
“Bite me.” Sheesh. It was Mill’s River, Iowa, not Manhattan.
Where did anyone need to be in such a rush? Couldn’t a girl even
check out the view?</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">She
stepped on the gas harder than intended, accelerating through the
intersection. Yikes. Hopefully the town’s one cop wasn’t lurking
nearby. The last thing Melanie needed was a ticket in her first five
minutes back in town.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">She
turned on Elm, the street where she grew up, and pulled to a stop in
front of her childhood home. The siding was new, and the lawn
immaculate, which came as no surprise. Melanie’s parents had always
taken great pride in their property. As she turned off the engine,
the front door opened, and her mother came rushing out.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Melanie!
You made it. How are you?” Her mother gave her a hug. “How was
the flight?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">The
flight was fine. Both of them,” she said, answering that question
first. “And I’m okay, all things considered.” Her personal and
professional life might be in shambles, but whatever. Plenty of
people had it worse. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">I’m
glad you’re here. I’m sorry we couldn’t pick you up at the
airport, but you know how your father is about driving in city
traffic.” Her mother rolled her eyes, and Melanie stifled a laugh.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Yeah.
That Des Moines traffic is unbelievable. </i></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">“It’s
okay, Mom. I got a rental, and the drive </span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">was fine.” She opened the
trunk and heaved her suitcase out.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">How
long do you plan on staying? You didn’t say when you called and
told us you were coming.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">No,
I didn’t,” Melanie said. “To be honest, I’m not sure. At
least through Christmas. Maybe New Years.” </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>If
I can stand it here that long</i></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">.
“I’m not in any rush to get back to New York. It’s not like I
really have a job anymore.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">What?”
Her mother’s eyes widened. “I know you didn’t get the promotion
you wanted, but you didn’t tell me they fired you. Oh, Melly...”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">She
held up a hand. “It’s okay. I didn’t get fired. I still have an
associate position, if I want it.” It just didn’t lead anywhere,
and Melanie had all but decided she was done at Simmons Kline.
“Anyway, I’m here for a few weeks, at least.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">That’s
good. It’s been way too long.” Her mother lead the way up the
front step. “I’m making beef stew for dinner. Lots of potatoes,
just the way we like it.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Melanie
smiled. “That sounds great. You and Dad can fill me on everything
that’s changed in Mill’s River.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">That
won’t be much,” her mother said with a laugh. “Oh, but Judy
Barkley is looking for volunteers to help with town Christmas
pageant. I told her you’d call her.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Mom,
seriously...” Melanie sighed. “Why would you do that? I don’t
want to run the Christmas pageant.” She just wanted to rest, lick
her wounds from the past week, and figure out what to do next.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">You
wouldn’t be running it, Melly. Just helping.” Her mother smiled.
“Kaeden McGrath helps out every year, just so you know. And you
always did like him a lot.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Yeah,
and he was never much interested in me</i></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">.
“Whatever. I’ll think about it, Mom. No promises, though.”
Still, she had to admit that spending time with Kaeden didn’t sound
too bad at all.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">***</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kaeden
heard the tires peel through the intersection as he helped his
customer load his purchases into his truck. “Yikes. What was that?”
He glanced up just in time to see a black sports car disappear down
the street.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Somebody’s
in a hurry, I’d say.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Yeah,
no kidding.” Kaeden thought he knew every vehicle in Mill’s
River, and he didn’t recall seeing one like that before. Probably
some college kid thinking it’d be fun to race through a small town.
With a little luck, the chief of police would nab him a few blocks
down. “Thanks again, Gary.” He closed the car door after loading
the last of the bags. “Always appreciate your patronage.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The
old man nodded. “My pleasure, Kaeden. I know things are tough right
now, but I grew up here and have shopped at McGrath’s my whole
life. That ain’t changing.” He smiled, revealing teeth yellowed
from age and tobacco. “Donna always tells me I’m too old to
change, anyway.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kaeden
chuckled. “Maybe so.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">It
was almost five o’clock, so Kaeden went back inside the store and
locked the register and turned out the lights. He didn’t bother to
run the receipts total. There hadn’t been much, anyway. With a
Wal-Mart twenty miles away, most people did their shopping there. </span>
</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kaeden
locked the door behind him and walked the block down to the pub. His
high school buddy, Jon Barkley, stood behind the bar, and waved as he
walked in.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Hey,
Kaed, how’s it going?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">It’s
going.” He pulled out a stool and sat down. “Glad the day’s
over, though.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Jon
laughed. “And mine’s just started.” He selected a glass from
underneath the bar. “Your usual?”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kaeden
nodded. His ‘usual’ was an IPA from one of Des Moines’ craft
breweries, which, thankfully, Hap’s always had on draft. Kaeden
knew that was the result of Jon finally taking over the pub from his
old man. “Thanks,” he said, taking a drink from the glass Jon set
in front of him. “This hits the spot.” He reached over and
grabbed a handful of peanuts from the bowl on the counter. “Anything
new around here?” If there was gossip in Mill’s River, the
patrons at the bar would’ve surely filled Jon in.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Yeah.
You won’t believe who’s back in town.” Jon leaned forward,
resting a hand on the bar. “Melanie Holister.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">What?”
Kaeden let out a dry laugh. “You mean hell froze over after all?
Little Miss Hoity Toity decided to bless Mill’s River with her
presence again?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">It
seems so.” Jon shrugged. “Don’t know the deets, just heard from
one of my three o’clock regulars that works with her dad, said she
was coming into town this afternoon.” Another customer came in, and
Jon served him, before making his way back to where Kaeden sat. “You
should look her up.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kaeden
took a long drag of his beer, enjoying the hoppy goodness. “And why
would I want do that?”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Because
Melanie’s hot, and she always seemed to have a thing for you,”
Jon said.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kaeden
couldn’t deny it, but that didn’t mean he planned on going down
that road. “Hot, yes, but a little too pretentious for my taste.
Besides, doesn’t she live in New York now? Some big shot attorney?”
He shook his head. “No way. I doubt she’s here for long, anyway.”
After all, she couldn’t get away fast enough a dozen years ago.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Yeah,
probably not.” Jon refilled the bowl of peanuts. “Next subject.
Mom wants to know if you’ll help with the Christmas pageant again
this year. You’re in, right?”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kaeden
let out a sigh. He didn’t particularly want to get roped into doing
the pageant again, but he didn’t know how to say no, either. Maybe
that was his problem. He was too damn nice. No wonder he was still
single. Girls seemed to like edgier guys these days. Well, that and
everyone wanted to leave Mill’s River. Everyone, that is, except
Kaeden. “I suppose. I mean, I do it every year, right?”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Jon
grinned. “Yep. That’s why Mom knows she can always count on you.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Yeah,
that’s me. Good old reliable Kaeden. </i></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">He
drained his glass and set it on the counter.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Want
another?” Jon asked.</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kaeden
shook his head. “No, thanks. I’ve got to swing by my folks’
house, check on my dad, then get home and let Spike out.” He stood
and fished his wallet from his back pocket, and tossed a five on the
bar. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jon.”</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Yeah,
see ya, buddy. Same time, same place.”</span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Kaeden
laughed as he headed to the door. That was the thing about Mill’s
River. It never changed. So why the hell had someone who claimed to
hate the town come back? Well, it didn’t matter. Kaeden would be
busy with the store and the pageant. He’d never have to cross paths
with Melanie Holister, and that would suit him fine. He didn’t have
time for anyone who thought they were too good for Mill’s River.</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Nicholas Dragov, a principal dancer
with the American Ballet Theatre, is the bad boy of ballet. On stage,
his grand jeté defies the laws of physics and gravity. Off stage, he
lavishes money on fast cars and fast women. His small-town roots are
abandoned in the past, until a career-ending injury traps him back
home, in the care of the woman who broke his heart.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Marisa Chantilly was Nicholas’s first
dance partner, but he alone made it onto the world stage. In the
eight years since they have seen each other, she has married, become
pregnant, a widow, and a mother. Now, Nicholas is home, his beautiful
body broken, and his attitude darker and deeper than a volcanic
crater. A massage therapist, she knows how to work with sports
injuries, but no amount of training or professionalism can help her
endure the man who abandoned her when she needed him most.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Motorcycle headlights rippled through
the night, turning the water droplets silver and the field of
gravestones ghostly white. Nicholas Dragov swung his leg over the
motorcycle. He was reaching for his helmet when motion flickered at
the corner of his eye. He turned and scrutinized the graveyard, but
he saw nothing out of the ordinary.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">He scowled. Of course nothing was out
of the ordinary. No other sane person would be out here in this
weather, at this time of the night, on Thanksgiving. He shouldn’t
have been out here either, not when his parents were at home, working
their way through the second round of their Thanksgiving feast.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">His glance fell on a particular
gravestone framed by fresh flowers. <i>Be seeing you around, buddy.</i></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">The distinctive roar of his Harley
Davidson engine coming to life cut through the soft patter of rain.
With easy expertise, he turned his motorcycle onto the narrow road
leading from Westchester Cemetery. He could make it back to his
Manhattan apartment in a little over an hour, in time for a good
night’s rest and the 8 a.m. master class tomorrow. He had only
stretched for two hours in the morning, and his muscles felt tight
from not dancing that day. He would pay for it in class tomorrow. If
he did not dance for two days, his partner would notice. Three days,
and the audience would. Ballet was the least forgiving of the arts,
and a host of talented soloists eagerly waited in the wings to claim
his position as principal dancer at the American Ballet Theatre.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">He could not slack.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">He never had.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">The familiar roar of the Harley’s
engine kept him company through winding roads pockmarked by the light
of occasional streetlamps. Westchester was no longer home, but he
still knew his way around. Eight years earlier, he had turned his
back on family and friends and fled to New York City. The eternal
bustle of Manhattan kept the loneliness at bay. The punishing and
unrelenting schedule of classes, rehearsals, and performances kept
him from dwelling on his loss.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">He had a new life, and it was a great
life. Everyone said so. Obviously—his mouth twisted into an ironic
grimace—they must be right.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">An image of a whitewashed house tucked
in a corner of a small Westchester neighborhood flashed through his
mind. The neatly mowed lawn and freshly planted flowerbeds. The brown
picket fence and the black Labrador reclined on the front porch, pink
tongue lolling in a half-grin. The gabled red-tiled roof and a slim,
feminine shadow at the window, looking out at him.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">With effort, he wrenched his thoughts
away from the memory. His throat tightened. <i>Hallucination. She’s
never stood at the window looking out at me. Anyway, it’s all in
the past.</i></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">The headlights of passing cars whizzed
by him. Rain pelted down, but traffic filled the narrow streets.
Nothing as mundane as a thunderstorm could dampen the enthusiasm of
pre-Black Friday sales. His motorcycle, however, allowed him to cut
through the blockade of vehicles lined up to turn in at the mall.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">He was on the outskirts of Westchester
when something large and black darted across the street. A curse tore
from his lips as he swerved to avoid a crash. His motorcycle wheels
spun, but failed to grip the road, and the machine crashed to the
ground, sliding across the street. Sparks skittered as steel grated
against asphalt. Nicholas tumbled from his bike; momentum sent him
skidding over the street. White-hot shards of pain tore through his
back, burning through the leather of his black motorcycle jacket.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Wheels screeched, and cars honked.
Headlights exploded into a blinding glare, and sound merged into a
cacophony. His thoughts spun and twisted, gnarled into
incomprehensibility by screaming pain—pain that stole his breath
and blanked his mind.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Pain that plunged his world into
blackness.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">A pinprick of light pierced the
darkness before expanding into a vague halo. Above it, a face
appeared, its features blurry. “Sir? Sir? Can you feel my hand?”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Hand? Where?</i> He hurt.
Everywhere.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Movement swirled like a giddy pirouette
as huge, blocky shapes gathered around him. The voice that had spoken
to him now seemed directed to others. “On my count. Three, two,
one.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">The sudden motion wrenched such sharp
pain through him that he would have curled into a fetal ball if he
could move. The jolt smoothed into a forward motion, and the darkness
of the night overhead gave way to the sleek interior of an ambulance.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">The scream of the siren sounded
distant, but unshakable, like a recurring nightmare. The young man
who had spoken to Nicholas squatted by him as the vehicle lurched to
a start. “Take it easy; we’ve got you now. We’re on the way to
the ER. Your driver’s license has a Manhattan address. Do you have
family or friends in Westchester? Anybody you want us to notify?”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Nicholas’s tongue felt like a block
of lead, but he rasped out his father’s phone number. The effort
sapped the remnants of his strength. Voices and conversations around
him melded into a tangle of sounds, and when blackness drew like a
veil over his eyes, he let go and let himself fall into a void.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">The first thing that penetrated
Nicholas’s unconscious haze was the familiar stink of powerful
antiseptic cleaners. The bright, unrelenting lights blazing through
his closed eyelids were next. They twisted and turned his splitting
headache through a psychedelic hell.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">He dragged his eyes open and waited
until his wavering vision anchored around a young woman in green
scrubs. She looked up with a smile. “I’m Dr. Larson. You’re at
the Westchester Medical Center ER. How are you feeling?”</span></b></div>
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Like hell.</span></b></i></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">His eyes—the only part of him that
could move—flicked across the room. Slowly, sensations that weren’t
shards of pain dribbled in. The stiff coolness of the sheets against
the bare skin of his legs. The absence of pain or of any kind of
sensation in his back. He stiffened, alarm widening his eyes.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">The doctor must have seen his reaction.
“We gave you local anesthesia.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">“My back?” His voice was rougher
than sandpaper.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">“The orthopedic surgeon came by to
evaluate you while you were unconscious. Based on the X-rays, he
doesn’t think you’ll need surgery. Luckily, you’ve come through
without any broken bones, but the severe muscle tears will take
almost as long to heal.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">“In my back?”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">She nodded. “There are abrasions on
your arms and legs, but they’re minor, relatively speaking. You had
a concussion, but your helmet protected you from the worst of the
impact.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">“When can I…get out?”</span></b></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">“Not for a while.” Her tone was
kind but brisk. “Your parents are filling out the paperwork right
now; we’re keeping you overnight. In fact, you’ll likely be here
for a few days. Dr. Carter or one of the folks over at orthopedics
will come up with a treatment plan for you, which will probably
include physical therapy and chiropractor sessions.”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">“But I can walk?”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">“Eventually, yes, but I’d recommend
a wheelchair for a few days, and have someone push you around, or
you’ll strain your back muscles further by moving yourself around.”<br /></span></b></div>
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Can I dance?</span></b></i></div>
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<i>A MERRY MOUNTAIN CHRISTMAS</i> EXCERPT</h1>
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<a href="" name="_GoBack"></a>BY P.C. ZICK</h1>
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CHAPTER ONE</h1>
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Fran wished they would stop. Stop
bringing casseroles. Stop saying stupid things like, “When one door
closes another one will open.” Or worse, “Carl is in a better
place now.” What did that say about the life Fran had attempted to
create for them for thirty-five years—thirty-five years in which
she assumed Carl thought he was in the best place possible?</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Carl died. Period. Fran lived. Period.
Nothing in between existed, and she wished everyone would quit trying
to make it better or different. She stood at the kitchen window
watching the rain drip down the glass, waiting for the drop to lose
its tenuous grip and splatter on the sill and then disappear forever.
That’s what happened to Carl when the idling tractor rolled down an
incline and crushed him as he pulled on a tree limb to get it out of
his way. Splattered right before her eyes as she watched helplessly
from the back stoop of the house. And then he disappeared from her
life. It’s what happens to everyone in some form. The drops
continued to fall, and she turned away from the window.</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
She hated those thoughts on her bad
days, so she pushed them aside. She needed to finish her work before
her two guests arrived. Both the baking and the visits from Gracie
and Jed always lightened her mood. The two young friends, ages ten
and nine respectively, spent two afternoons a week at Fran’s while
their parents worked. Both of them had become her adopted
grandchildren over the past year, even calling her “Franma,” an
endearing term that always brought a smile to her face.
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Gracie’s mother Molly had just
married Fran’s son Nick, and Jed was the son of one of Nick’s
friends. Soon the two kids—her life preservers—would traipse into
the house dripping with rain and laughing from their run after the
school bus dropped them off at the end of the drive. Gracie and Jed,
along with their parents, had been the thing that kept her going when
her man lost his life tending to the farm they’d grown together.</div>
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The farm was outside of town in a
valley surrounded by Johnson Mountain, named after her family by the
locals. A creek ran through the back of the property, and it was
there that Nick had built his home for Molly and Gracie, just as Carl
had built this house for Fran and their children.
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Fran worked at the coffee shop a few
mornings each week, and she provided all the pastries for the shop
every day. Her dark mood lightened even further when she thought of
the owner, Cecelia Jones. They’d become very close, even though
Cecelia was young enough to be Fran’s daughter, but she never
noticed the age difference between them. The night before Cecelia had
asked Fran to stand up with her when she married David Bellwood next
week. Then the smile turned to a frown when she thought about who
else would be at the wedding. What would he think of her after all
these years? She pushed a stray lock of blonde—on its way to white—
hair away from her eyes. Time to get a cut.
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She went to the living room to gaze out
on the mountains. Fog covered much of her view, but it moved across
the landscape quickly, changing with each gust of wind. The rain had
finally stopped. She stepped out to the front porch and saw a dog
running up the driveway. At first, she thought it might be her friend
Lacy’s dog, Willow. Its size and yipping bark resembled that of the
little Shih Tzu. But as it came closer, she realized it had more
black on its back and around its eyes. And this little fellow hadn’t
been groomed in some time. Its hair was matted and hung over its
eyes.</div>
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The dog ran up the front steps, running
circles around Fran’s ankles, yapping and wagging its tail that
stood straight up in the air. She tried to calm the hyperactive
little thing by singing a lullaby she always used with Gracie and
Jed. The dog slowed down and then sat at her feet as she knelt down
to pet its scruffy head and pull long strands of dishwater white hair
away from its eyes. She heard the rumble of the truck before she saw
it and hoped it meant the owner of this mangy sweetheart had come
looking for it. She turned its collar around to see if there was a
tag but to no avail. A cherry red Jeep Cherokee pulled into the
driveway, but stopped at the end. A man jumped out of the cab,
calling for what Fran imagined to be the now quiet beast at her feet.
The dog ignored the calls and looked up adoringly at Fran. The man
hadn’t yet spotted them on the porch, so she waited. And then, as
she watched him holler for “Chester,” she gasped.
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Michael Bellwood. She shouldn’t have
been surprised because she’d just been thinking of him attending
the wedding of his son. She’d been dreading this moment while
looking forward to it at the same time ever since she learned David,
the publisher of Murphy’s new paper, was his son. She never
imagined the meeting would occur on the steps of the home Carl had
built for her before they married.</div>
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She watched him walk toward the house,
still hollering for the dog, who seemed to have decided Fran was his
new person. Then Michael finally looked up and saw her standing
there. She could tell the same shock of recognition hit him just as
it had her a few seconds earlier. She fussed with the hair she
recently pushed out of her eye.</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Frannie? Is it really you?”</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
No one ever called her that except her
first love. The first love no one in her life ever knew about. Now he
stood before her, still handsome and tall. Her knees began to shake,
and she grabbed the railing on the porch to steady herself. Hearing
him say the name came as a caress to her heart and opened up a flood
of memories gushing toward her as if the TVA had just opened the
Hiwassee </div>
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Dam.</div>
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“Michael.” One word, that’s all
she could manage. Her throat felt constricted. She’d imagined
seeing him a million times. After David came to town, she knew it was
inevitable, but she never dreamed it would be here in Carl’s home.
Even after David and she became friends, she never mentioned that she
knew his father. No one knew that they had loved one another at one
time.
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She’d kept the memories of Michael
separate from her life for so long that it jarred her now to see him
here in full vivid light, not in her dreams. The years had treated
him tenderly and with generosity, reminding her a bit of how George
Clooney had aged. She sighed and pointed to her feet.</div>
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“Is this Chester?” she asked,
trying to keep her voice from quivering.</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Michael laughed that same deep guttural
laugh he’d had as a teenager that had sent thrills and chills up
her spine back then, and as she was suddenly discovering, now.</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Yes, this is Chester, and I’m
about to give him away to a good home. Interested?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I’ve got a few pets around here.
Don’t think I can handle another.” She stared at him as he stood
at the base of the porch steps. “Chester here looks as if he’s in
need of a good groomer. And maybe some tags, if he runs away often.”</div>
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“He’s a rescue dog I picked up in
Atlanta last week so I haven’t had a chance to do the things I
should.”</div>
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“That’s nice.” Fran tried to
think of something else to say. “I’ve thought about getting a dog
for the house. I have a couple of farm mutts who prefer sleeping
outside or in the barn. But ever since my husband died, I’ve
thought a pet might keep me company.” Now why had she told him all
that?</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I’m sorry to hear about your
husband. David mentioned it when he told me all about his new friend,
Fran. I knew it was you right away.”</div>
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Then she remembered her manners, the
one that made her the hostess for many in the area. “How about a
cup of coffee? Chester seems to have settled in.”</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Funny, I’ve never seen him this
calm. You still have the touch, Frannie.”</div>
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She put her hands to her cheeks which
started to burn with his comment. She still had the touch. He didn’t
need to remind her of how they had touched one another all those
years ago. Fervent, stolen, heated touches on the swing at his
family’s cabin. Kisses, hot and passionate, and always ending in
frustration for both of them when Fran pulled away and said insisted
they stop.</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Fran? I said I’d love that cup of
coffee.”</div>
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She forced herself back into the
moment. He was really here. All six-foot-five of him, still handsome
although gray sprinkled his hair as if paint had splattered from a
brush. His brown eyes, the color of a fine leather, were now edged
with the wrinkles of the past thirty-some years since she’d last
seen him. He’d kept himself in fine shape. She patted her hair and
smoothed down her blouse which she realized was still covered with
the apron she’d been wearing when she came out on the porch.</div>
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“Of course, come on in. I’ve been
baking so things are a mess.”
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Michael’s presence in the house she
had shared with the other love of her life worried her. It was
perfectly fine to ask him inside. She was free to ask anyone to come
into the house. She could even have an affair if she wanted. Was it
still called an affair if neither of them were married? If they kept
it from other people, which she’d have to do, then technically it
would be an affair. She was being a silly old woman. Besides, from
what David had told her, Michael had plenty of women even though he
wasn’t currently married. What was wrong with her, thinking all
these stupid things? She was seeing an old friend from nearly forty
years ago. She wasn’t embarking on anything clandestine.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I guess you’ve come back for the
wedding next week.” She decided to keep the talk to the present.
They didn’t need to stroll down memory lane. Too many bad memories
there. Too many wonderful memories, as well.</div>
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“I’ve been promising David I’d
come up to see what he’s been doing with the cabin after he was
able to get it out of the clutches of my ex-wife. And of course, I
wanted to see this paper he’s publishing. I didn’t think he was
making a wise decision at first.”</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“And I’m sure you wanted to meet
the woman he’s going to marry.” Michael sounded cold and distant
talking about his son, his only child.</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Yes, of course, to meet Cecelia
Jones. Do you know her?”</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Very well. I help her out with her
coffee shop.” She gestured around the kitchen cluttered with flour
and baking equipment. “I bake all the pastries for Aroma Roads.
Have you met her yet?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“We’re having dinner tonight. I
guess I get to meet her mother, too.”</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Sandra. You’re in for an
interesting evening. Sandra is unpredictable.” Fran didn’t want
to say much more. He’d find out in time what the infamous Sandra
Jones had to offer. It wasn’t much. Fran hated the way she treated
her daughter, again an only child.</div>
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“David told me your husband died here
on the farm, so I take it that it was unexpected.” Michael still
stood in the kitchen as she prepared the coffee.
</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Yes. He was trying to get the
tractor out to the back field, but a big limb had fallen the night
before and blocked the road. So he left it idling while he moved the
limb. He hadn’t engaged the brake fully and so when he went to get
the limb out of there …” Fran stopped, the words catching in her
throat. She hadn’t had to tell many folks what happened, and it
sounded so gruesome. She grimaced and felt annoyance growing that
Michael had invaded her home and memories.</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“It’s okay, Frannie. You don’t
need to say anything more. I’m sorry. You were married a long
time.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Almost thirty-six years.” Tears
threatened but she didn’t cry in front of other people so she took
a deep breath and continued. She certainly wasn’t going to cry in
front of this man. “But he was doing what he loved and he was on
his land, something he loved probably more than he loved me.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I find that hard to believe,
Frannie.” He came toward her then. “I’ve never forgotten you,
so I don’t know how any man in his right mind would love a farm
more than you. I found out the hard way that not all women are as
pure and loving as you.”</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
She turned back to the counter. How
dare he come into her house like this and say these things? He’d
been the one to leave all those years ago, without a word, and after
he’d asked her to marry him. Instead, she had heard he’d married
Inola, a woman she’d hated and who had hated her. When Carl, a boy
she’d known all her life, asked her out on a date soon afterwards,
she accepted. And that was it. Carl was a good man, who loved her
until he died. She had forced herself to forget Michael. But most
importantly, she learned to love Carl.</div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Irresistible
Book One in the Forever Us Series</b></span></div>
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Bailey is the cowgirl from
the bayous of the small town of Caernorvon, Louisiana who loves her
tattoos. Dallas is a sexier than sin tattooed Cowboy who just moved
to town. When Bailey and Dallas meet for the first time sparks fill
the air. There’s an instant connection between the two—but is
what they share truly irresistible or will a ghoast from her past
tear them apart? The only way to find out is by reading Irresistible,
the first book of the Forever Us series written By Jennie Marie</div>
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Author Jennie Marie was
born with a rare eye condition called Iriscoloboma of the optic nerve
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she was 10-12 weeks old, her eyes started tracing along with light.
Doctors were amazed, but couldn’t explain or understand how Jennie
Marie was able to see the light. By age 2 years she was able to
recognize and match colors—again bewildering the doctors. As she
grew, her left eye straightened, but never was close to perfect.
Falling victim to bullying at school, Jennie Marie parent’s found a
specialist that was willing to do an experimental surgery that would
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Jennie Marie made it to
7th grade—still getting bullied—but her 7th grade reading teacher
found a way to channel her emotions into self-expression poetry. Soon
after she wrote her first poem, Sight, she became published around
the world more times than she could count. Writing was her world
until hurricane Katrina hit, washing away everything she’d written
away. But she still didn’t give up. She published 2 poetry books of
her very own before age 25, but during the time of putting the two
collections together, Jennie Marie was diagnosed with a rare form of
a rapidly progressing form of glaucoma that’s slowly taking away
what little sight she has left. Still she fights through pain and
blurred vision every day to keep following her dream of being a poet
and novelist.</div>
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Cherished Book Two in the
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Endless Book Three in the
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sitting here alone on a Friday night drinking whiskey…how times have changed. My bitter musings are interrupted by the sound of the back door opening and I look over to see Jayson and Chloe walk in. They are completely oblivious to anyone but themselves and so much in love; it’s a little ridiculous. Actually, I’m happy for them…I just don’t want to see the evidence of it tonight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I watch as my mirror image wraps her up in his arms and kisses the hell out of her. As the kiss grows more heated, I feel sort of like a voyeur. They don’t even know I’m here and although I love to harass Chloe about being a “closet freak,” I need to get out of here before they see me, not because I’m a noble guy, but because I don’t want to answer the 2,000 questions they will throw at me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Taking care not to disturb them, I climb the back stairs to my room and get ready for bed. Once, I’m lying down, I reach for my phone without thinking and send a text.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Madison: U could come over. I miss u.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Connor: I’m not having this convo again. You had a choice…and you didn’t choose me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Madison: Maybe I was wrong. Come over and let’s talk about it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I don’t bother responding. She knows where I stand on this issue and her request to “talk about it” means she wants to distract me with sex.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">With a mirthless laugh, I wonder at the absurdity of the situation. Connor Reece, Mr. Commitment-Phobe, is shutting a girl down because she won’t have a relationship outside of casual sex. I’m betting Karma is having a huge laugh at my expense for every time I was a huge asshole to the girls who wanted more from me than just fucking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Shame fills me when I think of what a bastard I’ve been to some of the girls I hooked up with in the past. Jesus, if I had known what rejection feels like, I would have become a monk and saved everyone some grief and pain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I always thought just being a hook-up guy was the right way to go. I got my needs met and the women stayed safe. That’s been my biggest priority: not exposing a woman to the darkness that rests inside me…the darkness I discovered at age 17.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sure, I’ve let hints of it come out with a few partners, but I made sure to keep a tight rein on myself. Years ago, I swore I would never put myself in a vulnerable situation with a girl again. I can hear Karma laughing even louder in my head…looks like I’m the one that needed protecting…maybe not my body, but the heart I thought was on lock down…the one Madison McKinley crushed to pieces with two words, “I can’t.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Hoping to extricate her from my mind…at least for the night, I turn over, punch my pillow, and try to sleep…waiting for the alcohol to numb my brain. Unfortunately, that’s not the case…even though sleepiness begins to overtake me, my mind is working overtime.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Soon my eyes begin to droop, but the memories push through…ones that I thought I buried years ago. Flashes from that night swoop in and my jaw clenches in reaction. The alcohol as well as the situation with Madison is just the right combination to bring back memories I would rather not have right now or any time actually. The harder I try to keep them back, the quicker they come. Finally, I give in and the last 6 years of my life play out like a movie in front of me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Melody Dawn is an aspiring contemporary romance author residing in the southern part of the US. She started reading romance novels when she was a teenager and became addicted to Happily Ever After’s. She got her own HEA when she met her soulmate 20 years ago and they have been together ever since. They have two furbabies who think they are Kings of the Castle and require a ton of attention. When she is not reading or writing, she loves to refurbish old furniture into new pieces, scrapbook, and most of all spend time with her main guy.</span></span>
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Ree smiled and turned away to scan the verge of the grassland where it met the woods. There seemed to be a very subtle movement in the tall stalks as the inconsistent breeze moved the tassels of ripe grass seeds. Ree gazed with casual curiosity at the wind-kissed grass. Her nonchalance gave way to amazement as she realized she and Catri were not alone. Slowly, she sat up straighter and reached out to Catri.<br />
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Ree barely breathed the answer, “I’ve never seen any animal like this. It’s beautiful, but what it is, I don’t know.”<br />
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The answer did not come from Catri, but instead was spoken inside of Ree’s head. “I’m a lyrix. We are ancient inhabitants of this world. My name is Raow. We prefer to stay hidden. There are few of us left now, but at one time, long before the race you call the Ancients arrived, we were the psychic species that held this world together.” Raow had both Catri and Ree’s undivided attention.<br />
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Raow continued to focus on the younger woman, though he didn’t seem to mind Catri’s involvement in the conversation. Ree studied the fascinating animal. Raow was about twenty inches high at the shoulder. He was covered in fur from his four paws to the tips of his pointed ears. His tail was no more than five inches long and he had a ruff of fur from under his jaw to behind his ears. Raow had intelligent, gold eyes. The rest of his coloring seemed to shift and change with what was around him as if he was a figment of their imagination. But Raow was quite real.<br />
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Ree spoke, all the time keeping his gaze. “I’m honored that you decided to make yourself known to us. Can you tell us why?”<br />
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Raow returned her scrutiny. “We lyrix choose who sees us and who will be accepted as part of our family. Ree, we share a special type of kinship. You are a sage with barely awakened powers. This is so new, you haven’t become aware of it. I’m here to provide guidance in these skills and to be in your life when you need me.</div>
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Quinn Winters is tired of being the actress known for most killed off characters. After discovering her love of music when her last role portrayed a country singer on a daytime soap opera, she's making a much needed change in life. Quinn is unprepared for the demands and expectations needed to succeed in Music City. One pleading call from her sister puts her in an all too familiar, but unwanted position.<br />
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Five years ago, Tucker McGinnis auditioned for a reality singing show, never expecting to win. His sudden fame and popularity comes as a major surprise. After a multi platinum debut, his second album is suffering the dreaded sophomore jinx. His musical muse becomes elusive when guilt plagues him over an accident which affects his family. He is blown away by Quinn when he overhears her audition at his record label, singing his most personal song.<br />
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Two souls destined for the stage, two hearts blending together to create beautiful music as individuals, but even better as country music's next power couple- if they can shed the images of who they used to be.</div>
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Kenzie Bolton had it all, or so everyone thought. She was the hottest voice in country music and married to her famous manger. But behind the triumphs, Kenzie lived a nightmare that was hard to break free from. And when she finally did, the hits stopped coming, leaving her new manager searching for a way to get Nashville’s sweetheart back on the charts.<br />
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Sophie Quinn isn't just an up-and-coming country princess--she's a runaway bride. The last man she ever expected to catch her is Cruz Gonzalez, who always had a song in his heart for her. Will they be able to make some sweet, sinful music together?<br />
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'Fate can kiss my big, country ass' is the only thought that music sensation Joselyn Tillman, can string together as she kicks the cold, hospital bed. Country music hearthrob, Dean Covington, watches the love of his life go from the vibrant, healthy lead singer of their band, Whiskey Bent, to lying in the hospital choosing to die. Will the lovebirds of country music ever make sweet music again? Or will they have to cancel the show?<br />
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Leona McCoy has two secrets; she loves John Montgomery and wants to pursue a career in country music. Her controlling mother has prevented her from doing either. John Montgomery has his own secrets; he wants to see Leona pursue her dreams and he is determined to get her to admit her love for him.Will this summer prove to be the one where their dreams finally come true?<br />
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On Valentine's Day, Country Music King Lee Maverick's life took a drastic turn when his wife, fellow country crooner Miranda Wallen, asked him for a divorce. It's exactly what both of them wanted but after ten years touring together, Maverick is unsure what his career will be like without Miranda. Kyle Kelly, or KK as her friends call her, has been waiting for her big break into the country music scene. After another broken heart from a local guitar player, KK decides to give up on her musical aspirations, but her best friend, Brianna Rossi, refuses to let it go that easily. Thanks to her best friend, KK joins the newly divorced Maverick in his singing endeavors. After spending the first part of the tour fighting their attraction for one another, they finally give in to the inevitable. Both think they've found their happiness... until Maverick's ex wants back in the picture, exactly where she left off.</div>
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As co-host of an award-winning country radio show, Colleen Cooper is living her dream despite the steep price she paid to get there. She's no longer the young woman who narrowly escaped her would-be attacker in college. She's stronger. Wiser. Determined never to be that vulnerable again and ready to open her heart to the one thing she’s always denied herself – love.<br />
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Jake "JD" Donovan is best known as a country music playboy. After selling out to make it big in the industry, Jake is ready to live life without his record label's puppet strings. And he wants Colleen, the woman he’s always loved, by his side. He intends to record music his way, but when months of anonymous threats escalate to a personal attack on his tour mate, it’s clear someone doesn’t want Jake breaking out on his own.<br />
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Jake and Colleen find themselves falling into perfect harmony until she becomes a target. Jake's determined to protect her, but she’s keeping secrets that threaten to undermine his plans. With her former lover as the investigating detective, Jake now has to prove he’s not the one sabotaging his career. More importantly, can he convince Colleen to take a chance on the man's he's become?</div>
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After a night of raucous partying, country music hunk Ryan "Rowdy" Gates is sentenced to community service at the Jenkins Animal Shelter. Cindi Landon,shelter director and his high school crush, offers Ryan something he's never had--a home and unconditional love.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Nikki Lynn Barrett:</b></span> I'm an avid lover of books. I've been writing as far back as I can remember, completing my first "book" by fifth grade in one of those one subject spiral notebooks. I have a passion for music, photography, jewelry and all things creative. I live in Arizona with my husband and son, but dream of being somewhere much colder and stormier. For now, I'll have to live that life through my characters and stick it out with the summer heat.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Michele Shriver</b></span> writes women’s fiction and contemporary romance. Her books feature flawed-but-likeable characters in real-life settings. She’s not afraid to break the rules, but never stops believing in happily ever after. Michele counts among her favorite things a good glass of wine, a hockey game, and a sweet and sexy book boyfriend, not necessarily in that order.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Growing up the son of a fairy King – Easy. <br /><br /> Being accepted to the fiercest, strongest, fairy warrior army ever to protect the realm – Easy. <br /><br /> Making the human girl, who holds your destiny in her hands, fall in love with you – Not So Easy. <br /><br /> When the Fairy Kingdom of Avalon comes under attack, Prince Killian, Fairy warrior, and heir to the throne, prepares for battle. But when the prophesy of a Seer overshadows his fate and while his family is dying around him, he flees Avalon to the Human Realm. He vows to return and claim his destiny, only…he never thought his vengeance would mean fifty years stuck in the human realm with no way home. <br /><br /> Reagan Lunasa is completely alone and she thinks she likes it that way. She buries her grief from her parents’ mysterious disappearance, 3 years ago by keeping busy at her university art school and working at Faircrest’s New Age shop. All while secretly spending every free moment on solving the mystery of what really happened to her parents. <br /><br /> On a rare night out her attention is caught by a handsome, sexy bartender who seeks her out, asking for friendship, and maybe more. This stranger is unlike any man she’s ever known. <br /><br /> And when she discovers he’s also hiding secrets her world turns upside down, all while she falls deeply in love with this protective, and patient Fairy Prince. <br /><br /> Reagan finds that learning to trust again is harder than she thought. Especially when the truth, and her love, leads her into a world unlike she has ever known. <br /><br /> A world where fairies exist and humans are not welcome.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Title: <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">GLAS<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">S</span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span> </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Author: <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Arianne Richmonde</span> </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #181818;">A standalone romantic thriller from <i>USA TODAY</i>
bestselling author Arianne Richmonde.</span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #181818;"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #181818;">FIFTY SHADES of GREY meets REBECCA meets COMA. You
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #181818;">Everything about Daniel Glass is dangerous.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">
<span style="color: #181818;">Controlling.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">
<span style="color: #181818;">Uncompromising.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">
<span style="color: #181818;">And worst of all . . .</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">
<span style="color: #181818;">Intensely desirable. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">
<span style="color: #181818;">And just when I thought I was over him, he came
back into my life.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">
<span style="color: #181818;">Pulling my strings like his marionette.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">
<span style="color: #181818;">You see, I'm just an actress trying to do my job.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">
<span style="color: #181818;">But Daniel, my director, has another agenda.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #181818;">When Janie Cole lands a coveted role in the latest
Hollywood blockbuster, with Daniel Glass as her director, she is determined to
keep the man she was obsessed with at bay. A recent widower, nobody can forget
his famous and glamorous late wife, the stunning, shining star, Natasha
Jurgen.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #181818;">But when Daniel wins over Janie's heart and they
begin a passionate relationship, his past comes back with a vengeance, and it's
not only Janie who is haunted by the shadows of Daniel's dead wife.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818;">A dark force is determined to come between them.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">
<span style="color: #181818;">A force so powerful</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">
<span style="color: #181818;">Janie has to fight, not just for love . . .</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">
<span style="color: #181818;">But for her life.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“I don’t fuck around, just so you know.” </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “And nor do I, just so you know,” he said in an even voice.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I glared at him. I supposed it was possible that this was all gossip. Yet he was so sexy and handsome, and ridiculously successful, not to mention loaded, and I knew women were throwing themselves at him any chance they got. I eyed him warily. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Anyway, you’re still in love with your late wife,” I added, like a petulant child asking for someone else’s share of candy. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “What do you mean by that, Janie?”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “I mean what I say, that you’re in love with her.”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “And if that were to be true, why should it affect you?” </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “It would make it complicated for the film.” </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Ah, I see. So my being ‘in love’ with my wife would affect your decision about whether to take the role of Sylvie or not?” </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> His words cut me. The way he laid it out so . . . so . . . blatantly made me look like an ingénue idiot. He had a point. I was a professional actress and I was being absurd. I could feel my lips pouting—I had no answer to his question. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Are you jealous?” he asked. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> My fake laugh would have fooled any audience, and I hoped Daniel too. “How can I possibly be jealous?” </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “You’re answering my question with a question.” He lowered his voice and said in a sensual whisper, </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Are you jealous, Janie? Does the idea of my loving someone else torment you?” He brushed my lip with his thumb. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I felt a lump gather in my throat and my eyes flood until they burned. Hot tears slid down my cheek. Talk about wearing your heart on your sleeve. And my heart was like fragile glass. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “I thought so.” He smirked a little. What a bastard! He was getting off on this! Having me so desperately into him while he still held a flame for Natasha freaking Jürgen! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I turned my face away from him so he couldn’t humiliate me any further, but he held me by the jaw and forced me to look at him, unbuckling his seatbelt, getting down on his knees so he was kneeling in front of me. The fact that the plane hadn’t stabilized didn’t deter him. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Look into my eyes,” he demanded. “Look at me, Janie, and tell me how you really feel.” </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I was blubbing now. The pathetic little student in love with her teacher, the lapdog who would follow her master off a cliff. Why can’t I be stronger than that? </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Are you in love with me, Janie?” He unbuckled my seatbelt and, at the same time his hand brushed across my belly, his fingers feeling for my flesh, his touch light. I let him continue, too weak to protest, too stunned by his cruelty at causing me to fall apart. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Are you in love with me, Janie,” his echo murmured into my mouth—not even saying it as a question, but as a statement—his hand reaching inside my jeans and slipping down under the thin fabric of my panties. I gasped. His tongue found my mouth, prying my lips apart. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “No,” I whimpered into his mouth, “I’m not.” </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">ARIANNE RICHMONDE is the USA TODAY bestselling author of the suspense novel STOLEN GRACE, and The Pearl Series books, which have sold over quarter of a million copies. SHADES OF PEARL, SHADOWS OF PEARL, SHIMMERS OF PEARL, PEARL, and BELLE PEARL.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She lives in the French countryside amidst vineyards, with her wonderful French husband, two dogs, two cats, and other creatures that try to sneak their way into their old, stone farmhouse, which the couple restored themselves. On most days, you'll find Arianne cleaning sixteen paws worth of mud off the floors . . . that's when she's not immersed in creating lovable but dysfunctional characters for her novels (and a villain or two), while sipping Bordeaux paired with dark chocolate.</span></span><br />
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Kenzie Vaughn is lucky to have a big-city, big-paycheck position. But her great job serves as nothing more than the path to her dream: a horse boarding and training ranch outside the big city. Kenzie is a horsewoman who loves Dobermans and peaceful country living. Now she’s found the perfect ranch, right next door to a lovely campus that houses the Winters Corporation. Her luck is holding, for the Corporation is run by the Winters’ sisters, wonderful women who could easily grow to become great friends.<br />
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“Victory and I have spent the last two-and-a-half hours at her neighbor’s. Someone shot her horse, and while we were dealing with the injured animal, the shooter tossed her house. Too soon to tell if they took anything yet; however, she did notice one of the family photo albums is missing.”<br />
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“I don’t know anything for sure. All I can say is, this doesn’t feel like the run-of-the-mill smash and grab. I need you to start a search on ‘Kenzie Vaughn.’ Victory and I will be staying here for a while longer. We are going to suggest she contact the police to report the attack.”<br />
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I reflected, through another draught, upon this spot of rough wisdom. Of all the men I had ever known, biblically or not, in this century or any other, the only man I could not label as “treacherous” was Sir Galahad, and we all know what happened to him. For the couple of you who might not be privy to the story: in brief, Sir Galahad drank from the Holy Grail and fell down dead, reportedly because his soul was so pure that Our Lord God bustled him straightaway to heaven. The fact that Sir Galahad had always acted so damned self-righteous that his Grail-hunting companions had wearied of his holier-than-thou ways probably had nothing whatever to do with his demise. I said:<br />
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“I have treachery aplenty in my life, Darla.” Free agents, not-free agents, other players, managers, coaches…the list seemed endless. “I do not need more from Sandy Carter.”<br />
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She was not listening, but had looked toward the line of tall windows fronting the street, across which arched the words “nnI dleiftuO” and, in a revolving pattern of white, blue, and red tube-lights, “NEPO.” I would have taken umbrage at the offense—the server’s, not the fact that the words in the windows appeared backward to my vantage—but I had imbibed too much beer to care.<br />
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Then his mouth touched hers and everything went into slow-mo. Every inch of skin became incredibly sensitized, even the follicles of her hair. It was crazy. And wildly exhilarating. He smelled of wine and chocolate and she was never going to get over him.</div>
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His hands delved into her hair, holding her head in place for his kisses. And there was a reason he was a movie sex symbol, the man could kiss. Her toes curled and her fingers flexed against his broad chest. The heat radiating from his big body acted like an aphrodisiac, lulling her mind and rejuvenating her body.</div>
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historicals alike, recently exploring Young Adult romance under a pseudonym. An
optimist by nature and perpetual seeker of silver linings, Joanne finds
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Universitario Orientale in Naples, Italy, and lived one year in
Tokyo, Japan, as part of an exchange student program. She now lives
in Oklahoma City with her husband and kids. When she isn't at
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Not everything dangerous is bad.</span></span></i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">From the moment Angelina laid eyes on him, she fell into a fantasy. Mysterious, foreign, gorgeous, Haithem offered her what she needed most—a chance to feel again.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">But Haithem is much more than he appears to be. He lives in a world of danger where everything comes at a price.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">For Angelina, that price is her future<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He's made sure the life she's left behind is in tatters. Made her family believe she's dead. Still, he talks about protecting her, about keeping her safe, but she can't distinguish his truth from his lies. She can't separate her pleasure from his betrayal.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Haithem warned her. He told her he'd make her heart race, her body come alive and her most primal needs rush to the surface. His for the taking.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He didn't say she'd come to love the devil who's destroying her, even as he keeps her prisoner.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Long fingers close around my throat. Not squeezing, not hurting, but commanding. I look at him. This man I love. This devil I adore. He’s gorgeous—dark hair, darker eyes, olive skin, body and features all chiseled hardness. But that’s not what makes my veins jump under his hand. That’s not what makes my skin slick with sweat. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">His thumb strokes my pulse, gleaning secrets right out of my blood. His mouth curls to the side, forming a smile that reveals he knows exactly what I’m thinking. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Didn’t I warn you, Angel,” he says, and his thumb moves up to my chin, “that it’s not a good idea to love me?” </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">My pulse leaps from erratic to chaotic. I can’t answer, only listen in horrified fascination to what I know will come next. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He traces the groove below my bottom lip. “Didn’t I warn you my love would be bad?” </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Shivers run hot then cold over my skin. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Didn’t I tell you, you’d pay for my heart?” He touches my mouth, dragging my bottom lip down. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">My body sings, my blood hums right down to my womb. I can’t resist him. He did warn me. He truly did. But I was greedy. I wanted him anyway. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I didn’t understand how bad he could be. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He’s the devil. Tempting me with what I desire most. Luring me to an irresistible destruction. A destruction I’m so close to I can smell it—taste it—touch it. Pain grips me, my insides bruise with it. My family believes I’m dead. The life I’ve left behind lies in tatters because of him. Because he keeps me. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He won’t let me go. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He tilts my face, brushing his cheek against my ear. “I promise it will be worth it.” His stubble chafes my earlobe, stinging and electrifying. I’ve felt those bristles scrape against my neck, my breasts, my thighs. There’s not an inch of me that hasn’t felt the sweet torture of their abrasion. “Can’t you see it?” he asks. “The future where you’re mine?” </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">My eyelids drift shut. I know it’s only the hand cradling my face that’s holding me up. I can see that future. I see it with fluorescent intensity. Life with the lights turned on. Life where living means more than existing. For everything he’s taken from me, he’s given me back more. He breathed a soul back into me. Without it, without him, I’d be a walking corpse. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I see our future. I ache for it, yearn for it, despise myself for it. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Say it, Angel. Say, Haithem, I’m yours.” </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">For all intents and purposes, I’m a prisoner—captive—perhaps even a slave. Because I have no choices but the ones he gives me. Yet, he gives me this choice—or at least the illusion of a choice—to choose him. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">To love him. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">As if making a choice had ever been an option. The moment I met him, I may as well have been branded.</span></span></div>
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Basia offers help to three abused women. Adam Crawford owns the Brownstone where these women live. Adam is fed up with the domestic disputes and drug deals in his building. One death at a time puts an end to both.</div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">The case of a missing woman takes Riley to Adam's Brownstone and a manuscript titled The Perfect Poison. Could the man be doing more than collecting rent? </span></div>
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His day usually entailed murder and drugs, not some missing person.
This is the last place I want to be.
As soon as he finished that thought, he saw them; those long legs coming toward him.
How could he forget? They’d been wrapped around his neck the night before.
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Riley could tell by the astonished look in her eyes, she was just as shocked as he. An introduction wasn’t necessary but she remained professional and awaited one.
“Detective Riley Briggs, welcome to the thirty-seventh precinct.”
Lieutenant Mark Fields introduced himself with a hand-shake then turned to the beautiful woman beside him. “This is Lieutenant Basia Lis from Forensics. She’s consulting on a case.”
If he’d still been in homicide, their paths would have crossed. But being undercover with the drug task force he no longer stayed on a scene long enough for the CSI to arrive. Then again, if their paths had crossed; he wouldn’t have had the pleasure of her in his bed. Riley didn’t mix business with pleasure. For the reason he didn’t like to see any woman twice.
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She smiled differently than she had earlier that morning.
Then again she wasn’t wearing any clothes. Riley shook her hand.
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Between two jobs, being a mom with a home always filled with young adults and rather interesting stories; she is lucky to have one very patient and understanding man. But it is the furry family members who rule the house – a Puggle (Pug/Beagle), a new Chug puppy (Pug/Chihuahua) and two loveable cats. Every possible quiet moment she finds, she treasures and just writes about the moments to come. Angela is an avid reader of romance, a member of the RWA, KOD (Kiss of Death – Suspense Chapter) and Mississauga Writers Group. You can follow her at BTGN <a href="http://www.bookstogonow.com/">www.bookstogonow.com</a> or visit her website/blog Romantic Escapes at <a href="http://www.angelafordauthor.com/">http://www.angelafordauthor.com</a> to connect with her on her social network sites. She loves to hear from her readers – they keep her smiling!</div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">It was the summer before college and Murphy was ready to experience life, as any girl should. During an outing with her sister she meets August. He's older, and more experienced than she is.<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">This was it. I was leaving. Most likely, I wouldn’t be back. Turning back, I gave August one last look before leaving.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">I walked down the stairs, feeling a mix of emotions. Pulling out my phone, I called a taxi to come get me. I had my own credit card that my Dad got me, and some money put away from odd jobs I did the last few years. August’s mom wasn’t even up yet. The sun was just rising, and I had an overwhelming urge to run up the stairs, but I resisted. Now the taxi was on its way. I sat on the porch steps as I waited. Tears fell. What did I set myself up for? <em>Heartbreak.</em></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">“Stop! Leave it running,” I told the taxi driver.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">He caught me in his arms, wrapping them around me tightly. “How could you leave without saying goodbye?”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;">Our lips crashed. And then I pulled away. “Because I’ve fallen in love with you, August. Now I’m leaving. I said I could just walk away after ten days, but it’s killing me inside.” </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Leighton McCall has a great job as a corporate lawyer, a terrific apartment, the perfect parents, and the best friends any woman could want. Up until now she has led a seemingly charmed life. <br /><br /> Having it all though has come at a price. Her ideal job isn't so ideal. They only like to promote men. Being Senator Andrew McCall's daughter has never been easy. She has learned to live her life under her father's shadow and in the spotlight. Not to mention, the loss of her older brother has left an irreparable rip in her family. Her perfect family is really a sham, created for her father’s political aspirations. The only thing perfect in her life are her girlfriends. But even they don't know she is keeping a secret. <br /><br /> She had a vacation fling with a less than perfect candidate, Owen Foster, a construction worker from "Down Under" who has left her with a slight complication. What's a girl to do when everything she worked for isn't working? And the one man who holds the key to her heart, she can never picture fitting into her world, even if he is so into her. </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 130%;"> </span>“You understand. You’re mine. Say it.” <br /><br /> “I’m yours.” <br /><br /> He moved down to a spot above the swell of her breast, nipped it and then licked it. <br /><br /> “More.” She rubbed herself against his thigh. His erection swelled. <br /><br /> “Hold still.” <br /><br /> She relaxed into the sheets and closed her eyes briefly, trying to obey him. <br /><br /> “You like that, don’t you?” He squeezed her breast as his mouth latched onto her nipple and sucked. He scraped his teeth along the tip. <br /><br /> “Yes. Now, shut up and do me,” she snapped back. <br /><br /> It’s what he liked about her. She was spunky and smart. She never would take any guff from anyone, including him. <br /><br /> “I told you. I’m in control.” <br /><br /> “Sure, Aussie. You’re in control.” <br /><br /> “Do you want this to end?” He clutched her ass and pressed his erection against her clit. <br /><br /> “Hell no.” She sounded breathy and mutinous. <br /><br /> “Then behave.” To change it up, he reached down to see how wet she was and took her other nipple into his mouth. He used his other hand to apply pressure, as he sucked on her breast. Releasing it, he continued his downward movement, licking into her belly button before descending to her center. He took a moment to admire her sweetness. “Have you ever been kissed here?” <br /><br /> “Ah. No.” <br /><br /> “Good. I promise you, you’re going to like it.” <br /><br /> He licked through her lips and then sucked her clit. She moaned and moved her hips up to press closer to his mouth. She reached down and held his head tight between her legs. “You’re right. I like it.” <br /><br /> He increased the tempo and added his fingers to increase her pleasure, first one then another. <br /><br /> She was moaning and writhing in the sheets. “I’m going to come.” <br /><br /> “Then come.” <br /><br /> He watched as she let herself go. She was so gorgeous. He rose up to lie next to her, kissing her so she could taste herself, as he had. “Now sleep, Tex.” <br /><br /> “Aren’t we going to?” She yawned sleepily.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Release Date: <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">January 21, 2014</span> </span></b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In the work place, we all know there are boundaries. One of those boundaries is <b>Never Date Your Boss</b>, especially if he is a playboy and you just had your heart broken. When Chloe Lambert finds herself down on her luck, none other than her hunky CEO boss, Garrett Nolan, steps in to rescue her, offering her temporary shelter at his ranch. Now, her boss is looking more appealing, and her friends can’t agree on whether she should sleep with him or not. Don’t even mention the fact she just learned he has a soft spot for kids and is using the ranch to help sick kids. What is a girl to do when it feels so right?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When Maggie Kaye was in college, she and a friend attempted to write their first romance book. They actually never reached the writing part. Mostly, they lay in the sun, brainstormed, laughed, and snacked, typical behavior for young college students with short attention spans. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Maggie went on to earn a teaching credential in special education and a career in teaching. Although they never completed that first book, the desire to tell stories remained with her. Eventually, she took out a writing pen or in her case a notebook computer her hero (husband) bought her to pursue her dreams and wrote the end. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Today, Maggie lives in the Southern California with her husband, two children, and three cats that sometimes share the keyboard with her. She enjoys writing stories with plenty of heart, humor and a bit of steaminess.</span></span></div>
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“Our photo session.” She showed a hint of a smile.<br />
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She thought for a moment. “I want a nice background.”<br />
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How about my bedroom? I wanted to say, but that wouldn’t go over well, so I tried to come up with something else. “Um . . . you want nature as the background?”<br />
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“What about the Huntington Library? They have pretty flowers and plants there.” I couldn’t believe I was talking about this stuff with a girl. I’d come a long way.<br />
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Her eyes lit up. “Oh yes! That’ll be perfect. I want to see the Corpse Flower.”<br />
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Great! She’d be taking my picture next to the Amorphophallus titanium, an unattractive plant that smelled like . . . well, it lived up to its name. What a way to boost my ego. I tried to smile anyway.<br />
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A professional daydreamer, Lorenz Font discovered her love of writing after reading a celebrated novel that inspired one idea after another. Since being published in 2013, she has been conspiring, butting heads, and enjoying her spare time with vampires, angels, samurais, and other creatures she has created in her head.<br />
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Her perfect day consists of writing and lounging on her garage couch (a.k.a. the office) with a glass of her favorite cabernet while listening to her ever-growing music collection. She finds writing urban fantasy exhilarating and places an intense focus on angst and the redemption of flawed characters. Her fascination with romantic twists is a mainstay in all her stories.<br />
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Lorenz lives in Southern California with her supportive family and three demanding dogs.<br />
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