Dr. Margo Devaull came to Dominic Zanelli’s mountain retreat confident that she could help this Vietnam veteran overcome the torment that kept him apart from the world. But her training as a psychologist had not prepared her for the tragic, explosive contradictions brewing inside him. For here was a sensitive artist who could be gentle – and a man whose eyes flashed with violence and pain when he told her to leave and never come back. Yet Margo did come back, slowly gain his trust, and awaken the sleeping needs of his heart. Only by reliving her own wounded past and helping Zane confront a terrible memory from the war could she set them both free – and save their last chance for love.
Ruth Winslow has finally married off her three younger sisters: she’s free to find a husband of her own.
She wants a man with a good heart and a big dream. A man who will treat her as a true partner in marriage.
But all the men she’s met in Boston want a woman who’ll say yes, dear and not much else. So she registers to become a mail-order bride.
A MAN WITH A SISTER IN DANGER
Kansas rancher Garrett Richards is damned if he does and damned if he doesn’t—his sister Elise married the bank’s loan officer so Garrett wouldn’t lose the family ranch. But Garrett suspects that Elise’s husband abuses her, even though Elise denies it.
Having failed to convince Elise to leave her husband, Garrett is struggling to make his late parents’ ranch profitable so he can pay off the mortgage. He believes that once Elise’s childhood home is safe, she’ll leave her miserable excuse for a husband.
A VILLAIN WHO HOLDS ALL THE CARDS
When Garrett misses a payment, Elise’s husband gives him an ultimatum: pay up in three days or I’ll evict you and your new bride.
Garrett’s between a rock and a hard place, but now he’s got Ruth in his corner, and she’s about to come out swinging.
Can Ruth find a way to keep the ranch afloat and rescue her new sister-in-law from the biggest bully in town?
His family and friends referred to him as a “rounder” because when it came to the ladies, Jayce (rhymes with Chase) Weathers, definitely gets around. He’s the hot bad boy who knows how to give a woman a night of wild pleasure, some laughs and leaves them wanting more and chasing after him.
Not that they’re likely to catch him. Jayce isn’t opposed to settling down, he just hasn’t met the right woman — if she even exists. He’s starting to wonder.
And then Billy Sweet shows up at the Honky Tonk Angels bar where Jayce is finishing the remodel on the top floor, and he has with him a woman and her two year old daughter. Callie and Lily Williams. Callie brings out something in Jayce. Something besides passion and lust. He wants to be her hero.
When Callie’s car ran out of gas just outside of Cotton Creek, she never expected to be rescued. Or to be offered a job and a place for her and Lily to stay. And she sure didn’t except to meet a man that made her dream of things she couldn’t have – love everylasting, a family and a home. But Jayce Weathers makes her dream of those thigns and a whole lot more.
They might both be dreaming the same thing. The problem is, there’s someone who doesn’t want that dream to come true for Callie, someone who just might be willing to do anything to make sure her dreams don’t come true.
Yep, things are heating up again in Cotton Creek.
Don’t believe what they tell you in movies and on TV; ghosts don’t haunt people. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying there’s no such thing as ghosts, I’m just saying they don’t haunt living people – because basically they don’t know we’re here.
How do I know that? Because I can see them. I have since I was a little kid. But I didn’t have a grandmother who taught me how to help people move on, or Bruce Willis as my ghost shrink. Nope, I just got to stand around like a zombie staring at people nobody else could see, wondering if it was me or the rest of the world who was crazy.
Then, just when I’d worked out what my version of ‘normal’ was, and was content with it, Jake came along – the anomaly – the Grey who didn’t play by the rules. What was worse, he couldn’t be just any old Grey, could he? Oh no, he had to be the most gorgeous guy I’d ever laid eyes on, living or dead. And he was set on rocking my world, whether I liked it or no
John Thornton and Margaret Hale honeymoon in a vibrant mid-century Paris when impressionism was beginning to take hold and cafés were the place to be. They spend days of ease in Cadiz with her brother and his Spanish wife. These experiences change their outlook.
Back in England, she deals with the problems of modernity and industrialization in a harsh bustling northern city. At the same time, she struggles with the age-old complexities of relating to her new husband and mother-in-law.
Margaret of the North resurrects Gaskell’s feminist-leaning themes. It is a romance. But one set in the context of changing social and sexual roles, as well as artistic revolutions.
He knows her darkest secrets, sees into her dreams. Math class will never be the same.
Reality is overrated. For shy, socially awkward Ellie, her dreamlife is what really matters. In dreams, she can hang out with Gabe, her lifelong best friend and secret crush. Sure, Ellie knows it’s kinda weird to have a friend no one else can see, but since her real-world friends currently number one, even an imaginary friend will improve her social life. Even better, since he isn’t real, she can tell dream-guy-Gabe anything, without ever worrying that he’ll ditch her for someone cooler or embarrass her by blabbing her secrets. And so what if she happens to have an itsy-bitsy crush on her reality-challenged friend? Who’s it hurting, really?
But things are about to get complicated, because there’s a new guy at school—a guy with hauntingly familiar eyes. A guy who knows things about Ellie that he couldn’t possibly know. In a heartbeat, she’s dealing with an imaginary relationship that maybe isn’t so imaginary, a dreamguy who won’t stay in dreams where he belongs, and the unsettling realization that she may not be as ordinary, or as invisible, as she’s always believed.
What would you do if you inherited a large sum of money and your love of animals supersedes any of life’s other pleasures? Well almost. Vanessa is determined to open a pet rescue center, but she needs help finding the perfect place. Will Vanessa stay focused on her search or will the ever handsome realtor, Jason blur her vision? Toss in a few natural disasters, unexpected misfortunes, and The Pet Palace will have you cheering for Vanessa as her entrepreneurial spirit fights on.
The day was perfect. The blue-green ocean waves crashed on the shore. White puffy clouds crossed the aquamarine sky. On the horizon the faint haze of the morning fog was departing.A light breeze blew across the harbor just as Gallant walked into the boatyard. He saw Alaina standing at the end of a pier–her gaze fixed on the sea. She wore a white halter and tan shorts. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, tied with a yellow ribbon. He stood for a minute, content to witness the scene.
He had the feeling that they were starting a new adventure and wondered whether she felt the same,but he was afraid to ask anything that might disturb the delicate balance between them. He had the feeling that they were starting a new adventure and wondered whether she felt the same, but he was afraid to ask anything that might disturb the delicate balance between them.
Alaina’s yawl was at the end of the pier. They climbed aboard and began unfurling the jib sail. He leaned over and pushed the helm over.
The fifteen-meter yawl Haven clawed her way down the bay–away from New Kauai–toward the small deserted islands to the east. As the boat left the bay behind, the seaward breeze picked up. A westerly wind laid her over as she responded to Gallant’s hand at the helm. The blustery summer wind sang in his ears as the boat pitched forward and then rolled as a wave broke against her hull. Haven and the sea synchronized into a thrashing rhythm–pitch–roll–pitch–roll, while in the distance several other small craft ran before the wind. He savored the majesty of the vivid sunlight and writhing seas, but even so, today he was distracted by Alaina’s delicate silhouette as she stood at the mast grasping the rigging while her streaming blonde hair acted as a telltale.
“Alaina,” he yelled over the gusty weather–beckoning her aft. She smiled, and balancing herself against the swaying motion of the deck, she made her way to the cockpit. She sat sideways to him–her knees tucked under her, a gay expression on her face.
Melinda Ashley has a plan for her life, and a trip to Mars isn’t part of it. When she receives a spaceliner ticket as a high school graduation gift from her dad, she is dismayed, but reluctantly agrees to go with him–in part because she’s infuriated by her fiance’s high-handed declaration that she can’t. Her outlook begins to change when she meets Alex Preston, a second-generation Martian colonist who is going home after college on Earth. Alex believes settling Mars is important. He’s looking forward to the role he expects to play in the colony’s future. Melinda finds this hard to understand, yet she is more and more drawn to him and, while on Mars, to his family. Torn between what she has always wanted and upsetting new feelings, she wonders if she can ever again be content. It takes tragedy and a terrifying experience to make her aware of what really matters to her.
Although this novel is set on Mars, it’s not about technology or exotic adventure. It’s mainly a story about human aspirations and human love, and is usually enjoyed more by readers who like romance than by avid science fiction fans.
The Greek isles with its warm Mediterranean Sea and white sandy beaches would have been an idyllic setting, except Jim didn’t want to be there. Thrown out of his house by his daughter’s all girls’ choir, this unassuming author found himself four thousand miles from home. Gazing at the moon with a beautiful French woman he just met eases the pain of this widower’s loss. Suddenly he finds himself caught up in a world of glamour that he didn’t know existed. Who is this mysterious woman he finds under the moon of Mykonos?