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Fairy Tales Can Come True

Cindy and the Prince

Thorndike Prince—handsome, levelheaded, successful—is a high-ranking New York City executive. Cindy Territo is the janitor who cleans his office after hours. There's no reason they'd ever meet, no reason he'd even notice her—until, on a whim and a dare, Cindy crashes his company's Christmas ball. She dances with her Prince and ...

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Fairy Tales Can Come True

Cindy and the Prince

Thorndike Prince—handsome, levelheaded, successful—is a high-ranking New York City executive. Cindy Territo is the janitor who cleans his office after hours. There's no reason they'd ever meet, no reason he'd even notice her—until, on a whim and a dare, Cindy crashes his company's Christmas ball. She dances with her Prince and then, like a proper Cinderella, flees at midnight, leaving her heart behind….

Some Kind of Wonderful

Beautiful inside and out, New York socialite Judy Lovin values family over fortune and fame. So when her father's business collapses and his most powerful enemy offers to help—in exchange for Judy's company—she agrees to join John McFarland on his remote Caribbean island. It isn't long before she discovers that John's far from the beast he seems to be!

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780778327028
  • Publisher: Mira
  • Publication date: 11/24/2009
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 211,953
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Debbie Macomber
Debbie Macomber, the author of Hannah’s List, 1022 Evergreen Place, Summer on Blossom Street, 92 Pacific Boulevard, and Twenty Wishes, is a leading voice in women’s fiction. Three of her novels have scored the #1 slot on the New York Times, USA Today, and Publishers Weekly bestseller lists. Debbie Macomber's Mrs. Miracle was Hallmark Channel's top-watched movie for 2009. Winner of the 2005 Quill Award for Best Romance, the prolific author has more than 140 million copies of her books in print worldwide.


Publishing did not come easy to self-described "creative speller" Debbie Macomber. When Macomber decided to follow her dreams of becoming a bestselling novelist, she had a lot of obstacles in her path. For starters, Macomber is dyslexic. On top of this, she had only a high school degree, four young children at home, and absolutely no connections in the publishing world. If there's one thing you can say about Debbie Macomber, however, it is that she does not give up. She rented a typewriter and started writing, determined to break into the world of romance fiction.

The years went on and the rejection letters piled up. Her family was living on a shoestring budget, and Debbie was beginning to think that her dreams of being a novelist might never be fulfilled. She began writing for magazines to earn some extra money, and she eventually saved up enough to attend a romance writer's conference with three hundred other aspiring novelists. The organizers of the conference picked ten manuscripts to review in a group critique session. Debbie was thrilled to learn that her manuscript would be one of the novels discussed.

Her excitement quickly faded when an editor from Harlequin tore her manuscript to pieces in front of the crowded room, evoking peals of laughter from the assembled writers. Afterwards, Macomber approached the editor and asked her what she could do to improve her novel. "Throw it away," the editor suggested.

Many writers would have given up right then and there, but not Macomber. The deeply religious Macomber took a lesson from Job and gathered strength from adversity. She returned home and mailed one last manuscript to Silhouette, a publisher of romance novels. "It cost $10 to mail it off," Macomber told the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel in 2000. "My husband was out of work at this time, in Alaska, trying to find a job. The children and I were living on his $250-a-week unemployment, and I can't tell you what $10 was to us at that time."

It turned out to be the best $10 Macomber ever spent. In 1984, Silhouette published her novel, Heartsong. (Incidentally, although Heartsong was Macomber's first sale, she actually published another book, Starlight, before Heartsong went to print.) Heartsong went on to become the first romance novel to ever be reviewed in Publishers Weekly, and Macomber was finally on her way.

Today, Macomber is one of the most widely read authors in America. A regular on the New York Times bestseller charts, she is best known for her Cedar Cove novels, a heartwarming story sequence set in a small town in Washington state, and for her Knitting Books series, featuring a group of women who patronize a Seattle yarn store. In addition, her backlist of early romances, including several contemporary Westerns, has been reissued with great success.

Macomber has made a successful transition from conventional romance to the somewhat more flexible genre known as "women's fiction." "I was at a point in my life where I found it difficult to identify with a 25-year-old heroine," Macomber said in an interview with ContemporaryRomanceWriters.com. "I found that I wanted to write more about the friendships women share with each other." To judge from her avid, ever-increasing fan base, Debbie's readers heartily approve.

Good To Know

Some outtakes from our interview with Macomber:

"I'm dyslexic, although they didn't have a word for it when I was in grade school. The teachers said I had 'word blindness.' I've always been a creative speller and never achieved good grades in school. I graduated from high school but didn't have the opportunity to attend college, so I did what young women my age did at the time -- I married. I was a teenager, and Wayne and I (now married nearly 37 years) had four children in five years."

"I'm a yarnaholic. That means I have more yarn stashed away than any one person could possibly use in three or four lifetimes. There's something inspiring about yarn that makes me feel I could never have enough. Often I'll go into my yarn room (yes, room!) and just hold skeins of yarn and dream about projects. It's a comforting thing to do."

"My office walls are covered with autographs of famous writers -- it's what my children call my ‘dead author wall.' I have signatures from Mark Twain, Earnest Hemingway, Jack London, Harriett Beecher Stowe, Pearl Buck, Charles Dickens, Rudyard Kipling, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, to name a few."

"I'm morning person, and rip into the day with a half-mile swim (FYI: a half mile is a whole lot farther in the water than it is on land) at the local pool before I head into the office, arriving before eight. It takes me until nine or ten to read through all of the guest book entries from my web site and the mail before I go upstairs to the turret where I do my writing. Yes, I write in a turret -- is that romantic, or what? I started blogging last September and really enjoy sharing bits and pieces of my life with my readers. Once I'm home for the day, I cook dinner, trying out new recipes. Along with cooking, I also enjoy eating, especially when the meal is accompanied by a glass of good wine. Wayne and I take particular pleasure in sampling eastern Washington State wines (since we were both born and raised in that part of the state).

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    1. Hometown:
      Port Orchard, Washington
    1. Date of Birth:
      October 22, 1948
    2. Place of Birth:
      Yakima, Washington
    1. Education:
      Graduated from high school in 1966; attended community college
    2. Website:

Read an Excerpt

"Someday your prince will come," Vanessa Wilbur sang in a strained falsetto voice as she ran a feather duster along the top of the bookcase.

Cindy Territo ignored her work partner and vigorously rubbed the thirtieth-story window, removing an imaginary smudge from the glass. The pair were employees of the janitorial company contracted by Oakes-Jenning Financial Services. For four nights a week they were responsible for cleaning the offices of the corporation's top executives. Tedious work, but it supplemented Vanessa's family income so she could pursue her dream of script writing; her hope was to someday see her plays performed on Broadway. And the job paid well enough to keep Cindy in computer classes.

"You have to admit you spend more time cleaning Mr. Prince's office than any of the others," Vanessa said, eyeing her friend suspiciously.

Unable to hide her amusement, Cindy stuffed her cleaning rag in the hip pocket of her coveralls and laughed out loud. "Has anyone told you that you're a hopeless romantic?"

"Of course." Vanessa's eyes shone with laughter. She pointed at Cindy with her feather duster and released an exaggerated sigh. "Sometimes I think you, my friend, could be living a modern-day fairy tale."

"A what?" Cindy might be far more cynical than Vanessa, but one of them had to keep her head out of the clouds.

"A fairy tale."

Cindy ignored her friend and continued window washing—her least favorite task.

"Someday… some way… a handsome prince will come riding into your life on a white stallion and rescue you from all this," Vanessa said.

Cindy shook her head. "You've been spending too much time in dreamland," she scoffed.

"No, I haven't." Vanessa perched on the corner of a large mahogany desk, her legs swinging. "In fact, I believe it's fate. Think about it, girl. Your name is Cindy— as in Cinderella—and you clean the offices of a man named Prince, as in Prince Charming. Now doesn't that strike you as fate?"

"Thorndike Prince!" Cindy spewed out his name in a burst of laughter.

"And, as I mentioned, you do spend more time in his office than any of the others!"

"He's the first vice president. His office is largest, for heaven's sake."


The idea was so ludicrous that Cindy had to choke back laughter. "Besides, he's got to be at least sixty."

"What makes you think so?"

"First, Oakes-Jenning Financial Services isn't going to make a thirty-year-old their first vice president, and second—"

"It's been done before," Vanessa interrupted. Folding her arms, she hopped down from the desk to look stubbornly at her friend.

"And second," Cindy continued undaunted, "I clean his office. I know the man. He's staid and stuffy, and that's just the beginning."

"What do you mean?"

"He's so predictable. He eats the same sandwich— pastrami on rye—for lunch nearly every day and orders it from the same deli. He's so set in his ways that he's as predictable as Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. The only thing he knows is business, business, business. Oh, I'm sure he's dedicated and hardworking, but there's a lot more to life than slaving away in some office and making oodles of money." A whole lot more—and Cindy doubted the first vice president knew anything about having fun.

"What do you think about the photograph of the gorgeous brunette on his desk?"

Cindy smiled. "Nothing. I'd venture to guess that Mr. Thorndike Prince has been married to the same woman for fifty years."

"The photo," Vanessa reminded her.

"That's probably the old coot's granddaughter."



"Yup. How'd you like to see a picture of your ‘old coot'?"

The twinkle in Vanessa's brown eyes told Cindy she was in for a shock. "And just where did you happen to find a picture of ol' Thorndike?"

"In the financial section of today's paper. Read it and weep, Cindy Territo." She reached inside her cleaning cart and whipped out the folded newspaper, shoving it under Cindy's nose.

One glance at the dark, handsome man in the photograph made Cindy take a surprised breath. She grabbed the paper and held it in both hands as she stared at the picture. "I don't believe it," she murmured. "He's, he's—"

"Gorgeous," Vanessa supplied.

"Young." The word trembled from Cindy's dry throat. He was gorgeous, all right; she admitted that. Rarely had she seen a more strikingly handsome man. He was the type who'd stand out in any crowd. Forceful. Persuasive. Vigorous. His face was square and serious, his chin determined. His eyes gazed back at her and even from the black-and-white image, Cindy could tell they were an intense gray. There wasn't a hint of amusement in those sharp, keen eyes, and Cindy guessed the photographer had been lucky to get the shot. Perhaps most astonishing of all was that Thorndike Prince couldn't be more than thirty-five… if that.

"Well?" Vanessa prodded.

"He isn't exactly how I pictured him."

"You're right about that," Vanessa said with obvious pleasure. "Now all we need to do is to find a way for the two of you to meet."

"What?" Cindy tore her gaze from the paper, assuming she'd misunderstood her friend.

"All we need to do is come up with a way of getting the two of you together," Vanessa repeated. "You're perfect for each other."

Playfully, Cindy placed the back of her hand against her friend's forehead. "How long have you had this raging fever?"

"I'm not sick!"

"Maybe not, but you're talking like a crazy woman."

"Come on, Cindy, dream a little."

"That's no dream—that's a nightmare." Her hand flew to the barely tamed blond curls sneaking out from beneath the red bandana tied at the back of her head. The blue pinstriped coveralls did nothing to emphasize the feminine curves of her hips and breasts.

"Naturally you wouldn't look like this."

"I certainly hope not."

"He'd like you, Cindy," Vanessa continued enthusiastically. "I know he would. You're bright and witty, and ol' Thorndike looks like he could use someone to bring him some love and laughter. You're probably right about him— I bet business is all he thinks about. And you're so pretty with that blond hair and those baby-blue eyes, the minute he sees you, he'll feel as if he's been knocked over the head."

Cindy gave a wistful sigh. She didn't need to close her eyes to imagine her prince—this Prince—smiling down at her with a look of such tenderness that it would steal her breath. Just the thought produced a warm, tingling sensation in her stomach.

A frown pinched Vanessa's forehead as her eyes grew serious. "We have one minor problem, though—that woman in the photograph on his desk. I doubt she's his sister. They could be involved."

"Involved," Cindy repeated before she realized what she was saying. She shook her head to dispel the image of Thorndike Prince leaning over to kiss her. In just minutes Vanessa had nearly convinced her that with one look, the first vice president of Oakes-Jenning Financial Services would swoon at her feet. Well, it was easy to dream, but life's realities faced her every day.

"Come on, Neil Simon, we've got work to do."

"Neil Simon?"

"Apparently you've decided to turn your talent toward writing comedies."

"But, Cindy, I'm serious!"

"I'm not. Someone like Thorndike Prince isn't going to be interested in the cleaning woman who vacuums his office."

"You're underestimating the man."

"Stop it! I've got work to do even if you don't."

Although Cindy returned to cleaning and scrubbing with a vigor that had been lacking earlier, her thoughts were far from the tasks at hand. When she left the Financial Center for the dark, windy streets of Manhattan, her mind was still on the tall, dark man in the photograph. It wasn't like her to be so affected by a man simply because he was good-looking. But Thorndike Prince was more than handsome; something deep within her had instantly responded to that picture of him, had innocently, naively, reached out to him. She saw in him the elusive qualities she'd been searching for in a man. He was proud yet honest. Shrewd yet gentle. Demanding yet patient. She couldn't have explained how she knew all this. Call it intuition, but she sensed that he wasn't an ordinary man.

The December wind whistled down the canyon of tall office buildings and Cindy drew her thick wool coat more snugly around her, burying her hands in the pockets. The clock in front of the jeweler's across the street told her Uncle Sal would be there any minute. No sooner had the thought formed than the sleek black limousine came to a stop at the curb. The front door swung open as Cindy approached and she quickly climbed inside, savoring the warmth.

"You been waiting long?"

"Only a couple of minutes." Cindy gave her uncle a reassuring smile.

He removed the black driver's cap and unbuttoned his chauffeur's uniform, letting out a deep breath. "Remind me to talk to your aunt. The cleaners must've shrunk this jacket."

"Right," Cindy said in a mock-serious voice. More than likely it was Aunt Theresa's cooking that was responsible for the tight jacket, but she wasn't about to tell her uncle that.

As the limousine wove through the New York traffic, Cindy stared out the window, too exhausted to talk.

"You're quiet tonight," her uncle commented.

"Count your blessings," she said with a tired laugh. Life in their large Italian family rarely left a moment's peace. Sal and Theresa's home was the hub of the Territo clan. Her aunt and uncle had raised Cindy as their own, nurturing her with all the love they gave their natural child. Cindy's own parents had divorced when she was too young to remember, and her mother had died when Cindy was five. She'd never heard from her father, and when she'd started grade school she'd taken the name Territo to avoid confusion.

Sal chuckled. "Maybe I shouldbe grateful for the quiet. When I left the house this afternoon your aunt was blistering the sidewalk with her rant."

"What happened now?"

"She caught Tony and Maria necking on the fire escape again."

At fifteen, Cindy's cousin was already showing the potential for breaking young girls' hearts. "That Tony's just too good-looking."

Sal playfully nudged her with his elbow. "Too much like his old man, huh?"

"Right." Although he'd become a bit portly, her uncle was still handsome, and the gray streaks at his temples lent him an air of distinction.

They grew silent again, and once more Cindy felt Sal's eyes on her. "You feeling okay?" he asked.

"I'm just tired."

"How many more weeks of school?"

"A couple." Two full weeks and then she could concentrate on the fast-approaching Christmas holidays. Christmas was sneaking up on her this year. Although she'd set aside the money from her last paycheck, she hadn't started her shopping. There hadn't been time and wouldn't be until her computer classes were dismissed.

Her uncle parked the limousine in front of the apartment building in a space unofficially reserved for him. Nothing was posted to claim this curb for Sal's limousine, but the neighborhood, out of love and respect, made sure there was room for him to park every night.

The apartment was quiet. Cindy and her uncle paused in the crowded entryway to remove their coats. Cindy hung hers on the brass coatrack while her uncle reverently placed his jacket inside the hall closet, setting his cap on the shelf above the rack.

"You hungry?" her uncle whispered.

"Not tonight." Aunt Theresa kept plates of food warming in the oven for them, and Cindy and her uncle often sat in front of the TV and enjoyed their late-night dinner.

"You sure you're feeling okay?" Sal squinted as he studied her carefully.

"I'm fine. I think I'll take a hot bath and go to bed."

"You do that." Her uncle was already heading for the kitchen, eager for his meal.

Cindy's bedroom was tiny, as were all the bedrooms in the apartment. There was hardly room to walk between the double bed and the heavy mahogany dresser that had been her mother's as a child. The closet was little more than an indentation in the wall, by a faded curtain. Cindy glanced around the room with fresh eyes. Thorndike Prince definitely wouldn't be interested in a woman who slept in a room like this. Her thoughts drifted to the dark woman in the photograph on his desk. No doubt her bedroom was carpeted with Oriental rugs and decorated with a fancy brass bedroom set. Perhaps there was even a fireplace…. Cindy sighed and sat on the corner of her bed feeling the hopelessness of it all. Vanessa had told her it was time to dream a little, and that was exactly what Cindy planned to do: she was going to save this special feeling she had for Thorndike Prince to savor in her dreams.

After luxuriating in a tub filled with hot soapy water, Cindy fell into a deep, natural sleep.

The following day she managed not to think about Vanessa's crazy schemes during any of her classes. Nor did she allow thoughts of Prince to invade her mind while she hurried home from school and changed into her work clothes. However, the minute she stepped into the Oakes-Jenning Financial Services building, Cindy was assaulted on all sides by fantasies she had no right to entertain.

"Hi," Vanessa muttered as she checked the supplies on her cleaning cart.

"What's wrong with you?" Of the pair, Vanessa was usually the one with the ready smile and quick conversation.

"Traffic was a nightmare."

"Hey, this is New York. What do you expect?"

"A bit of sympathy would come in handy."

"Poor Vanessa. Poor, poor Vanessa." Soothingly, Cindy stroked her friend's arm. "Did that help?"

"A little," she grumbled, leading the way to the service elevator. They rode it to the main floor, then transferred to the passenger one. Bob Knight, the security officer who guarded the front entrance, waved as they continued through the foyer.

Cindy leaned her weight against the back of the elevator as the door glided silently shut. She was concerned about cleaning Thorndike's office. The room would never be the same to her again. She couldn't empty his garbage without wondering what was happening in his life and knowing she'd never be part of it.

"Hey, did you see that?" Vanessa cried excitedly, making a futile attempt to stop the elevator as it began to rise.

"See what?" Cindy was instantly alert.

The moment the elevator hit the thirtieth floor, Vanessa pushed the button that sent them back down.

"Vanessa, what's going on?"

"Give me a minute and I'll tell you."

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  • Posted July 10, 2011

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    Excellent Read

    I loved it! It has a wonderful story that will keep you entertained for hours.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 10, 2010

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    Half and Half

    Cinderella and her Prince Charming make just that - a charming modern day twist on an old classic. Cindy, a janitor who cleans executive offices crashes a ball given by a major corporation where she meets Thorn Prince, a high-ranking executive. For one night, they have a special moment in time. And just like the original Cinderella, she leaves behind a part of her (besides her heart, obviously!) - her mother's pearl comb. Assuming that she works for his company, Prince sets out to find her, but to no avail. She reappears in his life to reclaim her lost comb only to disappear again.

    Cindy and Prince's story is sweet and charming but ultimately a bit shallow and full of fluff. Still, as a short story with limited time to fully develop characters, it was a truly charming read.

    The second story was a different matter. Some Kind of Wonderful is a modern twist of Beauty and the Beast but reads more like Hades and Persephone. John McFarland has business dealings with Judy Lovin's father. When it appears her father's business venture will fail without assistance from McFarland, McFarland offers to rescue the business in exchange for Judy's presence on his secluded island. The father, naturally, refuses. Yet, Judy decides to go on her own since her love for her father is that deep. While a free-prisoner on his island, McFarland treats Judy abysmally. Yet the reader is supposed to somehow see that through his hard exterior lies a soft interior. And because of that soft interior, the reader is supposed to forget that McFarland is essentially holding Judy hostage on his island. I never really connected with either character because it was hard to find McFarland's redeeming characteristics.

    And so, with Cindy and Prince's story ranking a four out of five stars and Judy and McFarland's story ranking a two, this book averaged a three out of five stars for me.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2012

    Loved it

    I read both stories in a day. I loved the modern day twist of two of my favorite fairy tales!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 20, 2012

    Read on June 18, 2012 These two were very adorable love stories.

    Read on June 18, 2012
    These two were very adorable love stories. I liked the unconventional approach to romance. The second story hardly believable however not improbable. Either way if is well written and captivating.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 30, 2012


    Fun easy read, I enjoyed this book , but the Cedar Cove series is superior

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  • Posted March 26, 2012

    definitely recommended

    another great read from Debbie. I enjoy her books all the time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2012

    modern fairy tales

    Just taking these for short romantic reads, with parallels to a couple of well-known fairy tales, I enjoyed them both. Ms. Macomber is one of my favorite authors and I will at least look at any book with her name on the cover.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2012


    I loved this book. Course I love all books writen by Debbie Macomber. She is one of my favorite authors.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2012


    What a charming story! Fun, sweet and cute..... loved it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2012

    Debbie Macomber has done it again

    Cute little story..

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2011


    I love all books and Debbie Macomber is one of my favorite authors, but this book, sadly, fell short of her others. It was still a fantastic book and a great read, but having read some of her other works I was slightly disappointed. I would still recommend to readers though.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 31, 2011

    Two Great Stories

    Enjoyable reads. Both novels had great story lines. Each was short but sweet.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 28, 2011

    great read

    this book was amazing and addicting too. i love romance and fairy tales Debbie macomber really knows how to tear at a readers heart.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 17, 2011

    Highly recommendnd!

    What beautiful, romantic stories!

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  • Posted October 9, 2011

    wedding tails

    if you like weddings this is for you 2 short stories that warm your heart

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  • Posted October 8, 2011

    Great Book!

    Another wonderful book :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2011

    Cute book

    I love her book i am abig fan of herr

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2011

    Highly reccommended

    Love all of Debbie's books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2011

    sickening sweet

    I love Debbie Macomber but this is the first time I could not finish one of her books. It's just to mushy, sickening sweet for me.

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  • Posted September 25, 2011

    Love debbies books

    These two stories did not dissapoint, loved them

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