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Claire Winters was a society girl. Jack Murphy was born a roughneck. But at a time when women were expected to play by the rules, Claire was determined to break all of them....

Rebecca Murphy was planning her grandparents' wedding anniversary party when she was reunited with her onetime wedding fling, Ryan Fuller. But while their chemistry still sizzled, Ryan maintained his...

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Overview


Claire Winters was a society girl. Jack Murphy was born a roughneck. But at a time when women were expected to play by the rules, Claire was determined to break all of them....

Rebecca Murphy was planning her grandparents' wedding anniversary party when she was reunited with her onetime wedding fling, Ryan Fuller. But while their chemistry still sizzled, Ryan maintained his position--he was always the groomsman...and never the groom!

Successful businessman Nate Aldrich had always avoided settling down...until single mom and restaurant owner Jordan Chelsey showed him just what kind of life he might find inside that fabled white picket fence.


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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426834905
  • Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
  • Publication date: 6/1/2009
  • Series: Harlequin Anthology
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 235,440
  • File size: 216 KB

Meet the Author




Candace Camp cannot remember a time when she was not interested in creating stories. Born into a newspaper family -- her mother had been a reporter and her father was the business manager of the Amarillo, Texas, newspaper -- some of Candace's earliest memories are of making up stories which she played out on the floor of their den with whatever objects were handy. She began writing down her stories when she was about 10, and from then on writing was her favorite form of relaxation. Explains Camp, ''I was always very shy and did not talk much. However, in written form, I could express all my thoughts and feelings.''

Writing remained only a hobby, though, as Candace attended college at the University of Texas at Austin and West Texas State University, then became a secondary teacher in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. She later moved to North Carolina, where she worked in the trust department of a bank. It was there that she discovered the romance novel in modern form and started to write her first romance. She also began law school at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, and while she was there, she finished her first novel, entitled Bonds of Love. Ms. Camp credits the rigorous training of law school with teaching her the discipline necessary to finish a book.

Bonds of Love was published by Jove Publishing in 1978, under the pseudonym Lisa Gregory. Ms. Camp gave up the practice of law to devote her time to writing. Two pseudonyms, 43 books, and 22 years later, Candace Camp writes under her own name for MIRA -- and still loves creating stories.

She has been married for 20 years and has an 18-year-old daughter, who has started on her own career path in the field of acting.




Bestselling and award-winning author, Gina Wilkins, has written more than fifty books for Harlequin and Silhouette. Her novels are sold in more than one hundred countries and are translated into twenty languages.

A lifelong resident of central Arkansas, Ms. Wilkins sold her first book to Harlequin in 1987, and has been writing full time since. She has appeared on the Waldenbooks, B. Dalton and USA Today bestseller lists. She is a four-time recipient of the Maggie Award for Excellence, sponsored by Georgia Romance Writers, and has won several awards from the reviewers of Romantic Times magazine.

Gina Wilkins is a member of Romance Writers of America: the Published Authors Network (PAN) of RWA; and Novelists, Inc., a national organization for multi-published writers of book-length popular fiction. She is a frequent speaker at writers' conferences and civic meetings, but she particularly enjoys speaking in schools, where her emphasis is on literacy, goal-setting and motivation. She credits her successful career in romance to her long, happy marriage and her three "extraordinary" children.




When Allison Leigh learned in 1996 that her first novel, Stay..., had been accepted for publication by Silhouette Books, it was the dream of a lifetime. An avid reader, Allison knew at an early age that she wanted to be a writer, as well.

Until that first book hit the bookshelves in her hometown, she still had some lingering suspicion that she would awaken from this particular dream. But Stay... did make it to the shelves in April 1998 and the dream was a reality.

"I fell in love with the hero, Jefferson Clay, when I was writing Stay...," Allison says. And readers fell in love too. Romantic Times heralded her first novel with their "Top Pick of the Month," awarding it with a 4 1/2star rating (out of five), calling it a "love story packed with emotion from gifted new storyteller Allison Leigh."

Stay... received nominations for Romantic Times Best Books of 1998 in two categories: Best Special Edition, and Best First Series Romance. Allison was even further honored and delighted to learn that Stay... was a Romance Writers of America RITA finalist for Best First Book.

Since then, there have been more releases from Silhouette Special Edition, all equally well received by her readers and consistently appearing in both the Golden Quill Award of Excellence and the Holt Medallion. Her sixth book, Married to a Stranger, will be released in July 2000, and another book follows in December.

Born in Southern California, Allison has lived in several different states. She has been, at one time or another, a cosmetologist, a computer programmer, and a secretary. She has recently begun writing full-time after spending nearly a decade as an administrative assistant for a busy neighborhood church, and currently makes her home in Arizona with her family. She loves to hear from her readers at: aldavidson@inficad.com, or P.O. Box 40772, Mesa, AZ 85274-0772.
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"Mama, there's someone coming up to the house." Claire leaned a little closer to the window, peering out.

"Don't shout, dear," Emily Winters admonished her daughter as she came out of her room down the hall, adjusting the pearl strand around her neck. She was an attractive middle-aged woman, gray beginning to intermingle with the dark blond in her hair, which she wore swept up and curled into a careful French roll on the back of her head.

The resemblance between Mrs. Winters and her daughter was clear, though Claire's hair was a soft brown and hung in a long, sleek bob that stopped just short of her shoulders. Their faces held the same elegant beauty, and Claire's eyes were the identical shade of blue.

Emily's mouth tightened in disapproval as she saw Claire in front of the window, holding the curtain aside to peer out. "Don't stand in front of the window gaping, Claire. It's common."

Not appearing "common," Claire knew from long experience with her mother, was Mrs. Winters's chief concern. "I was just bored," Claire explained.

"So I looked out. And I saw someone stop in front of our house."

"Who? It seems an odd time." Emily glanced at her slim gold watch.

"I don't know. I've never seen him before." Then, with the spark of mischief that frequently got her into trouble with her mother, Claire added, "But he looks awfully cute."

"Really, Claire." As expected, her mother frowned.

The doorbell rang downstairs, and Claire turned, starting toward the staircase.

"Let Bonnie get it, dear," Mrs. Winters admonished. "No doubt it's just the Fuller brush man."

"Bonnie's busy cooking," Claire replied, already running lightly down the steps. She paused to flash a grin backat her mother. "And he's too cute to be the Fuller brush man."

She continued down the stairs, and, with a sigh, Mrs. Winters followed her at a more dignified pace.

The man was even taller than he had looked coming up the walk, Claire realized as she opened the door and saw him waiting on their doorstep. He was also, she thought with a little jolt, even better looking.

He was half-turned away, gazing at their yard, and he swung back at the sound of the door opening. His eyes were a bright clear green, startling under the straight black slashes of his eyebrows. In the moment before he smiled, Claire had an impression of a thin, angular face, cheekbones pressing sharply against tanned skin, and a firm jaw and chin. Then his lips curled up into a smile, and Claire felt as if her heart did a flip.

He stared back at her, his automatic smile freezing on his face, then suddenly he seemed to come to himself, and he said, somewhat tentatively. "I—Mrs.—I mean, I'm looking for the Winters's house."

There was, Claire thought, a hint of East Texas in his speech, and his voice drifted up a little in questioning at the end of this sentence.

"I'm Claire Winters."

"Claire?" He said her name as if he knew her, and his eyebrows lifted as though surprised. "I'm sorry." He grinned a little ruefully. "You must think I'm crazy. I just—I was picturing you as a scrawny kid. But of course you've grown up by now."

"Do I know you?" Claire frowned, trying to put a little of her mother's frost into her tone. But she found it hard to do; there was simply something too engaging about this man's smile. Somehow she felt as if she ought to know him even though she was certain she had never seen him before.

"No, ma'am. But I feel like I know you. I'm Jackson Murphy. I knew your brother Dennis. We were in the Army together…"

At the mention of her brother, Claire felt the old familiar tug at her heart and the beginnings of tears in her eyes. But she smiled, recognizing the name. "Jack Murphy!"

He smiled back, his eyes looking straight into hers, warm and, like hers, touched a little with sadness. "Yes, ma'am. That's me. Jack Murphy."

"Come in." Claire stepped back to let him enter, turning to the side to look at her mother.

Mrs. Winters had stopped on the last step of the staircase, one hand on the railing and the other at her pearls, seemingly frozen into place, her eyes large and almost frightened.

"Mama, look, it's Dennis's friend. Jack Murphy. You remember Dennis writing us about him."

"Yes, of course." Mrs. Winters gave a brief, mechanical smile and moved down into the entryway. "How do you do, Mr. Murphy?"

"Ma'am." He nodded politely at Emily. "I—please accept my condolences. Dennis was a…a good man. A good friend."

This time the gesture that touched Emily's lips could scarcely be called a smile. "Thank you. Well… it… it's been a long time, now."

"Yes, ma'am."

Mrs. Winters turned toward Claire. "Why don't you show Mr. Murphy into the parlor, dear? I'll tell Bonnie to bring us some iced tea. You will have a glass of iced tea with us, won't you, Mr. Murphy?"

"Thank you, that sounds very nice, ma'am."

Mrs. Winters turned and headed back toward the kitchen. Claire pivoted in the opposite direction, crossing to the formal living room at the front of the house. She knew that her mother was less concerned with getting refreshments than with taking a moment to collect herself. The mention of Dennis still had the power to throw her, even after five years.

"I'm sorry," Jack said as he followed her into the living room. "I hope I didn't upset your mother."

"No, please, don't worry yourself about it. As Mother said, it's been a long time. It's just that… well, I guess it sort of takes you by surprise nowadays, hearing his name. After so long."

He nodded, looking uncomfortable.

Claire smiled, gesturing toward one of the chairs arranged in a conversational grouping at right angles to the couch. "Really, don't worry. It's fine. Please, sit down."

"Sorry for acting like such a dolt at the door," he went on, his grin recovering its easy charm. "Obviously I knew you must be grown after all this time. It's just that Den always called you his kid sister…"

"I was fifteen when he enlisted. And he was always annoyingly big brother-ish." Claire's wistful smile took the sting out of her words.

She glanced toward the mantel, lined with framed photographs, then went across to pick up one of them and bring it back to Murphy. "This is the two of us. That's when Den was sixteen."

Claire, too, looked down at the silver-framed picture in Jack's hands. Dennis stared back at them, slender and grave, the suit he wore oddly making him look even younger than his age. Beside him was Claire, also in her Sunday best, white gloves on her demurely folded hands. She had been, she thought, all eyes and knobby knees, still a child though she was trying her best to look grown-up.

"Yep. Didn't often look so serious, though," Murphy said, studying the pictures.

"True." Claire smiled. Her brother had always been lighthearted, a golden boy who glided through life with a joke and a smile. If he had suffered the usual pangs of adolescence, Claire had not known about it.

"You look like him, a little." Murphy handed back the picture, and once again his grin flashed. "Lot prettier, though."

Claire tried to ignore the little leap of her heart as she took the photograph and placed it back on the mantel. It was silly to let a meaningless compliment fluster her. It wasn't as if she were a young girl, not knowing what to do about a little innocent flirtation. She had graduated from college, after all, and she hadn't exactly been dateless the whole time she had been there. Jack Murphy was not the first man to tell her she was attractive. Not even the first handsome man to do so.

However, if she was honest, she had to admit that he was one of the few who had made her pulse speed up just by smiling at her.

Feeling a little gauche and aware of his eyes on her, Claire walked back to her seat on the sofa. She looked at her hands, then cleared her throat and looked up at him. She could feel the pulse beating in the hollow of her neck, and she hoped he could not see it.

"Here we are." Her mother entered the room, carrying a tray, and the awkward moment was broken.

With relief, Claire turned to her and stood up to take the tray, but Jack beat her to it, jumping up and reaching out to take the silver tray from Mrs. Winters's grasp and set it down carefully on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"Bonnie had just made a fresh pitcher, so we are in luck," Emily Winters said, smiling in her usual coolly polite way.

Her mother had recovered, Claire could see, from the momentary jolt of being reminded of her son, and she was once again in her gracious lady mode. It had always been a role her mother played; she enjoyed her position as a social leader in their small city. In recent years, however, she had become more and more entrenched in the role until it seemed to Claire that Mrs. Winters was now more country club matron than the mother Claire had grown up with.

"So you knew our Dennis," Mrs. Winters went on smoothly, offering their visitor one of the glasses of tea.

"Yes, ma'am. We were in the '36th' together. Whole war."

Mrs. Winters' smile remained firmly in place. "How nice," she said as if he had just said they had been next-door neighbors or played tennis every Saturday morning.

"So you were in Italy together," Claire said.

"Yes, ma'am. And France."

"The Battle of the Bulge?"

"Now, Claire." Mrs. Winters's face acquired a brittle look. "We mustn't drag our guest through all his old war experiences."

"Oh, I don't mind, ma'am," Murphy hastened to assure her. "If you wanted to hear about Dennis and—"

"That's perfectly all right," Mrs. Winters said in a politely remote tone.

Jack Murphy looked a little nonplussed, as though he was not sure what the older woman's statement meant, but he had no time to speak before Claire's mother moved on to say, "Why don't you tell us about yourself? Are you a Texas boy, as well?"

"Yes, ma'am. East Texas, little town called Big Sandy."

"What a quaint name. You spent your whole life there?"

"Yes, ma'am. Until the war came along."

"And was your father a farmer?"

"No, ma'am. He worked in the oil fields most of the time. Lots of oil around there. Van Zandt County. Tyler."

"I see. How interesting."

The corner of Jack's mouth quirked up. "Well, I have to admit it never seemed too interesting to me. At least, not the working in the field part. Oil, now, that's a different story. I've been at UT since I got discharged, studying petroleum engineering."

"My. You seem to be an ambitious young man."

"Well, the GI Bill seemed like too good a deal to waste."

"I've been at the university the last four years, too," Claire put in.

"Really?" Murphy looked at her.

"Yes, I graduated this year."

"Well, I'm sorry we never met." Again that trace of amusement touched his mouth. "Though I'm guessing we didn't exactly run in the same circles."

"It's such an enormous school," Mrs. Winters put in. "I always hated for Claire to go to such a large, anonymous sort of place. It seems quite easy to get lost. SMU or Texas Women's College would have—"

"Mama…" Claire said in the long-suffering tone of one who had heard this argument many times before.

"Yes, I know, dear. At any rate, that's all water under the bridge, and you're home now." She smiled at her daughter.

"So did you graduate this year, Mr. Murphy?" Claire asked.

"Yes, I did. And, please, call me Jack."

"Jack." Claire smiled at him. It seemed far more enjoyable saying his name than the occasion warranted, and she was aware of the faintest tinge of heat along her cheekbones. "And you must call me Claire."

"I'd like that."

"And what do you plan to do now that you've graduated, Mr. Murphy?" Mrs. Winters stuck in, pulling the young man's attention back to her.

"Well, I've already got a job with Hammond Oil. I've been working for them while I've been at school. But first I thought I'd take off a few weeks. See the country. I wanted to drive out to California and spend a few days in Los Angeles, maybe even go up to San Francisco. So I thought, well, I'd come up to Amarillo to get on Route 66 and pay my respects to Dennis's family. He was…" He paused. "Well, he was a good man, and I know he'd have wanted me to see you. Tell you anything you might want to know."

"Very considerate of you, I'm sure," Mrs. Winters replied, once again avoiding any mention of her son. "Ah, there…I believe I hear Mr. Winters's car in the driveway. He must be home from work. I'm sure he would love to meet you, Mr. Murphy. Why don't you stay and have supper with us?"

"I'd love to meet him, but I wouldn't want to put you out, ma'am," Jack demurred.

"It's no trouble," Claire put in quickly. "Really. Bonnie always fixes more than enough for us, and it won't take a minute to add an extra place."

Claire suspected that her mother's invitation had been made more out of a desire to wriggle out of any more conversation about Denny and his death in the war than out of any real desire to have Jack stay for supper. But Claire had no intention of letting the opportunity slip out of her hands. She did not pause to examine why she felt this way. After all, she was not the sort of girl who went on alert in the presence of any eligible male. But there was something about this man that intrigued her, and she was glad of a chance to talk to him more.

There was the sound of footsteps in the hallway, and a moment later Claire's father strode into the room. A tall man, somewhat stoop-shouldered, he wore a dark three-piece suit and carried a briefcase. Claire rarely pictured him any other way. Alan Winters was an attorney with a thriving civil practice, and he routinely immersed himself in his work, often bringing home material to work on in his study after spending two or three hours with his family.

Claire had always felt closer to her father than to her mother. She had little interest in her mother's pursuits of bridge games and luncheons at the country club.

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    Posted October 25, 2012

    The Secret of Castle Hill

    Chapter Twenty-six:

    "Proffessor Finn tells me you are almost ready to take the Trial of Snow!" Mr. Moonface said cheerily. He frowned. "Mr. Brown, on the other hand, says he's suprised that you all made it out of the Shadow Trial alive."
    "We're ready!" I said.
    "I thought as much. But I'd like you to try something else first. We call it "The Other Trail." It's a whole different kind of test, and you can't get injured. Unless you do something incredibly dumb, which usually never happens."
    "Okay." Frenn said. "Where and what is it?"
    "Follow me." Mr. Moonface replied.
    Frenn, Logas, Lazer, Dinara, Jalock, Jennica, Brunce, Lily, Jorlan, Elbeth, Fflewnya, Zel, Ylo and I followed.
    We came to another wooden door, and Mr. Moonface turned to face us.
    "Have your weapons? Good. Go inside, touch a ball, and you're in. If an enemy hits you, you end up back in this room. If you defeat all the enemies, you end up back in this room. Good luck." He said, then opened the door.
    It was empty, except for several glowing purple balls.
    I shrugged, then touched one.
    Immedietly, I was whirled away.
    I found myself standing in a sunlit forest. Light shone through the trees, and leaves cluttered the ground.
    "Where are we?" Dinara's voice came from behind me, and I realized the others were here too.
    "I dunno." Brunce said.
    "A forest, I guess." Jennica muttered.
    "So... where are these enemies?" Jalock wondered aloud.
    As if in response, hourds of misty figures apeared before us.
    Lily let out a scream of terror, clutching at Jorlan's arm. I unsheathed my knife, rushing into battle.
    Frenn and Logas were at my side, as we took on the oncoming tide of shadows.
    I dodged a blow from one, then spun around to stab it in the back. A shriek, a puff of smoke, and it was gone.
    "Look out!" I called to Frenn, as a misty-man approached him from behind. The red-haired boy spun around to catch a blow on his sword.
    Logas and I lunged for the attacker, and it disapeared.
    "Two down." I panted.
    "Lots to go." Lazer said, appearing beside me. Swinging his mace around, he caught one on the shoulder.
    "Nice one." I said.
    A red-feathered arrow flew past, hitting one figure in the stomach. Jennica drew another, eyes narrowed.
    Logas took on another, and Jalock appeared at my side, swinging at another misty-man.
    As suddenly as the battle had begun, it was over, leaving us alone in the sunlit forest.
    "Everyone here?" I said, remembering Mr. Moonface's words.
    Somehow, everyone had surrvived, even Lily.
    "Now what?" Jorlan snorted.
    "We could split up, I guess." Brunce suggested.
    "Split up?" Dinara echoed.
    "Yah. We could search for more monsters." He replied.
    "It might work." I shrugged.
    "Lazer and I will head this way." Dinara said, heading off into the woods without another word.
    "Great. Now we have to split up." Jorlan rolled his eyes.
    Elbeth opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off. "I'll go with Jalock, Logas can go with Frenn, Brunce with Jennica, Lily with Jorlan, Zel with Ylo, and Fflewnya with Elbeth."
    "Sounds good to me." Zel said, and she and Ylo disapeared.
    "Come back here once you've finished searching for monsters!" I called after them.
    "What happens if any find us?" Frenn asked.
    "Just shout for help. We'll be all over the forest." I replied.
    Jalock and I turned away, and set out into the forest.

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  • Posted May 1, 2009

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    three fun romances

    "No Regrets" by Candace Camp. Claire and Jackson Murphy will celebrate their diamond wedding anniversary with their grandchildren by telling them about their wild WWII courtship.--------------

    "Always the Groomsman" by Gina Wilkins. Wedding planner Rebecca Murphy is working with Bridezilla as she arranges her second cousin Melanie's wedding. However that proves easier than dealing with her attraction to groomsman Ryan Fuller, her ex.------------

    "The Daddy Track" by Allison Leigh. Aldrich-Chelsey Financial Corp businessman Nate Aldrich grieves the loss of his business partner and best friend Luke; his depression is compounded by guilt as he was the reason Luke and Jess Chelsey were on the highway. When Luke's sister, restaurant owner Jordan asks him to stay in Amarillo for now to help her with some problems that just surfaced; neither was prepared for what else surfaced.----------------

    FROM THIS DAY FORWARD contains three fun romances starring strong lead couples. Each of the novellas provide differing story lines especially Candace Camp's "historical", but the trio are super as duets tango and tangle in love.------------

    Harriet Klausner

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