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When Rory O’Fallon found a beautiful baby girl on his front porch it was just the beginning of Dianne Castell’s captivating trilogy about the strong, loyal O’Fallon men of the Mississippi River. Now, the story that began in ’Til There Was U and continued with The Way U Look Tonight comes full circle…because bad boy Quaid O’Fallon is finally coming home...

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Everybody in Fallon’s Landing remembers Quaid O’Fallon as the street-tough kid ...

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Overview

When Rory O’Fallon found a beautiful baby girl on his front porch it was just the beginning of Dianne Castell’s captivating trilogy about the strong, loyal O’Fallon men of the Mississippi River. Now, the story that began in ’Til There Was U and continued with The Way U Look Tonight comes full circle…because bad boy Quaid O’Fallon is finally coming home...

Quaid

Everybody in Fallon’s Landing remembers Quaid O’Fallon as the street-tough kid adopted by the tight-knit clan and made into one of their own. Quaid’s spent the last few years working in the Coast Guard Search and Rescue in Alaska, but he’s still got a hint of danger humming under the surface -- and a heart fiercely loyal to the man who saved him, Rory O’Fallon. That’s why he had to come back home. What he doesn’t expect is to run into the only person who’s ever cracked his armor, Cynthia James. His attraction to the single mom has lasted years even though they’re worlds apart. She loves New York; he loves the River. She’s Vogue; he’s Field & Stream. She designs beautiful clothes; his job is fishing people out of dangerous waters. He may be a rough-and-tumble river man, but he’s not about to let a second chance at his dream woman get away...

Cynthia came home to Fallon’s Landing in defeat after her smooth-talking husband ran her clothing business into the ground and left her with their son to raise. The last thing she needs is another man in her life, no matter how incredibly tempting he is. But Quaid’s always been a fascination to her. She’s wondered what those strong arms would feel like wrapped around her, or what ways a man that bold might have of pleasing a woman. He’s all wrong for her, but once she shuts out the rest of the world and tastes Quaid’s hungry kisses, all she can think about is just how right he feels...

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  • ISBN-13: 9780758210074
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 11/28/2006
  • Pages: 352
  • Product dimensions: 5.54 (w) x 8.18 (h) x 0.79 (d)

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I'll Be Seeing U


By Dianne Castell

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2006 Dianne Kruetzkamp
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ISBN: 0-7582-1007-8


Chapter One

Driving to O'Fallon's Landing in a fourteen-year-old robin's-egg blue Buick station wagon complete with God Is Coming and She's Pissed bumper sticker was not the way Cynthia Landon intended to return home. Where was the stretch limo to ballyhoo her great New York success as a designer? The warm summer day when she could drive proudly through town, waving through the rolled-down windows?

Gone! Along with all of her other great plans and hard work of the last ten years. "Good-by Fifth Avenue, hello backwater Tennessee," she murmured into the darkness as rain splattered the two-lane. She glanced at her eight-year-old son sleeping in the passenger side, head bobbing, seat belt holding him upright. She smiled in spite of the situation. Lawrence made all her messes seem not quite so ... messy, and he was the only true thing Aaron had ever given her besides bankruptcy and a rotten marriage. If they fished his sorry lying cheating ass out of the East River someday soon that would be just fine with her.

Lightning split the sky, the Mississippi rolled wild and rough to her left, and something darted in front of her. "What the ..."

She hit the brakes, skidded and swerved. "Damnation!"

"Mom?"

"Hold on, Lawrence!" The car slowed but did a one-eighty and slidinto the ditch as the airbag exploded, flattening her to the back of the seat before fizzling across her lap. She looked at Lawrence through the darkness, no white blob on his lap. Oh hell!

Fumbling for the interior lights with one hand she held his chin in her other hand. "No bruises, no bumps, no thanks to the jerk who sold me this car. That-"no-good, rotten, son of a bitch she added to herself-"salesman promised me there were airbags on both sides of this car. Both. That's why I bought it, certainly not for its aesthetic appeal." Damn him!

Men-from Aaron to her attorney to her accountant and now the used car salesman-had all double-crossed her when they got the chance. "We should get you to a doctor. I can't believe I forgot about Grant."

"Mom, you weren't going fast, the seat belt held me in place. I didn't budge. I'm okay and who's Grant?"

"Meddling Yankee general who's still pissing everyone off around here."

"Mom, the Civil War was a over a hundred and fifty years ago."

"That's what you think." A knock at the window made her jump. Mass-murderer? Kidnapper? But she was only three miles from the Landing, not exactly crime central.

The car door opened to the lower half of a rain-splattered leather jacket and the top half of snug jeans hanging low across lean hips. Male ... nicely put together male. And she was so done with anything male. Not that all men were pigs, she just attracted the ones who were.

"Anyone hurt?"

She knew that voice. Quaid O'Fallon, local bad boy number one-at least for the younger set. She was forty so that made him about thirty-three. He peered into the car, rain skating off the brim of his cap and across his face. "Cynthia Landon?"

She needed to say something, and not that thirty-three never looked so good.

"Her maiden name is Landon," came Lawrence's voice from next to her. "I think she's in shock from running off the road but we're fine. We're on our way to Ivy Acres. Were you really in the Coast Guard or did you just buy that hat?"

Rain blew in waves, the wind howled, but Quaid didn't seem to notice. He grinned. Why the heck would he do that? This night sucked.

"Used to be Coast Guard. I'm Quaid O'Fallon and on my way home, right down the road from where you're headed." He eyed Cynthia. "My car's across the road. I can drive you."

Terrific green eyes, even in the dim light she could tell, or did she just remember? Where'd a man get eyes like that? Square jaw, stubbled chin she wanted to touch. Really good firm lips, not the squishy kind like Aaron's. Oh, crap, she was doing it again. If there was ever a wrong kind of guy, the adopted son of Rory O'Fallon topped the list.

"No," Cynthia blurted. "I thank you for the offer but Lawrence and I can manage fine on our own." And she could, dammit. Landons depended on no one.

Quaid cut his gaze from one end of the car to the other. "You're stuck knee-deep in Tennessee soup here. This car isn't budging. The sooner you come with me the sooner we all get to someplace dry."

She stepped on the accelerator, the wheels doing the spin thing and Quaid not bothering to move or even close the door in case the car did budge ... which it didn't. He shook his head in that know-it-all way men do. "It's not going to work, girl."

"I am a woman, not a girl, I can take care of everything." She killed the engine and lights, and reached under the front seat and retrieved her umbrella, holding it up in triumph. "My son and I will walk."

"Mom, Mr. O'Fallon said he'd give us a-"

"We're walking, Lawrence," she growled in her I-am-the-mother voice. "You and me together to your grandmother's house."

"It's raining, a lot."

"It's August, we won't melt." She stepped into the downpour, forcing Quaid to step back. She popped the umbrella and ignored Lawrence's sighs that suggested she'd clearly lost her mind, as he scooted across the seat. "You're behaving irrationally."

"You're eight. You don't know what irrational is."

"Lacking the power to reason. Contrary to reason. Senseless. Unreasonable. Absurd. In math it means-"

"Never mind. I should have known better than to say that. If it's in a book it's in your brain." She took his hand in hers. The wind rendered the umbrella useless as they splashed across the road more suited for rafts than cars, passing a Jeep, obviously Quaid's. But she was not giving in no matter how nice and dry and new the Jeep looked with its charcoal-gray metallic paint and dual airbags. "We have to stand on our own, Lawrence. Be self-sufficient. That's what Landons do."

"Can't we be self-sufficient when the sun's out?"

She held his hand a bit tighter to make him feel more secure. "We need to start now. A new beginning, just the two of us and your grandmother. That's why we're here." 'Course when she got home she wouldn't mind a little of her mother's pampering to get over the divorce, bankruptcy and the demise of Creations by Cynthia. She so missed her father. He'd know what to do, offer sage advice. The one true man in her life, a man who knew the meaning of family and caring for them, except he was gone three years now. The man had been a rock, a saint among men.

Lawrence said, "It's dark, we'll get hit by a car."

And then it suddenly wasn't dark where they walked. The Jeep followed, yellow caution lights flashing, lighting the way. Lawrence was drenched and he'd been through enough with leaving friends, private school, midtown brownstone, his favorite chocolate cannoli.

She flagged down the Jeep to stop, then slogged her way to the passenger side and pulled open the door. "Get in, Lawrence." She closed the door behind him and he powered down the window. "Now what are you doing, Mom?"

She straightened her shoulders, a rivulet of rain slipping between her shoulder blades, chilling her to the bone. "Walking to Ivy Acres."

Quaid looked from Lawrence to Cynthia Landon, splashing down the road in front of the Jeep, umbrella blowing inside out, rain ruining her skimpy shoes. Even with all that, she moved with the same damn stuck-up prissiness as when he'd seen her that first time nineteen years ago, parading her stuck-up prissy poodle with a rhinestone collar all over town. Quaid had given an appreciative wolf whistle, she'd given him a kiss-my-ass look, and since he was fifteen and horny and she twenty-two and a fox, he would have been happy to oblige.

She wore a yellow sundress then, her hair gold in the sunlight. Tonight her hair clumped together and her dress hung wet and ruined, but she had the same curvy hips, long legs, and she really did have a terrific ass.

Lawrence said, "I think she's delusional."

Quaid thought she's a damn snob and still hot as hell. He said, "Tough day?"

"Rotten year." Lawrence slouched into the upholstery, looking small and alone as he stared out the rain-streaked window. "She divorced my dad and her business flopped. We're broke and my dad's a loser. We're screwed."

Quaid ruffled the boy's hair. He knew all about tough times and being alone ... till Rory O'Fallon came along and made him his son. "Sometimes other people know what's best for you even when you don't." He killed the engine. Damn, stubborn female. "Stay put, I'll get your mom."

"She's not going to like you interfering."

"She'll get over it, she's young."

"She's not that young."

Quaid chuckled even though he was tired to the bone from the long drive. He stepped out into the storm. Something was eating Cynthia Landon, something that made her walk home in a Tennessee monsoon. Well, he'd been rescuing people for five years and wasn't about to stop with a change in the geography. Do the job and then go home, that was the drill.

"Hey," he said as he jogged up to Cynthia, headlights silhouetting her against the darkness.

"What?" she yelled over the wind. She shivered but acted as if it didn't happen.

"You're wet, cold and tired, we're all tired. Get the hell in the car and let's get out of here."

She gave him an incredulous look. "No."

"Fuck." He snagged the umbrella and tossed it into the ditch, her eyes rounding. He remembered the color, blue. Ocean blue.

"For your information that was Fendi."

"For your information it's broken and useless and you are a pain in the ass."

"Look, did I ask you to stop? No. Men, they think they know everything." She snorted and spun around and stomped off, splashing water with each step. He moved in front of her, eyes beady, jaw set as she said, "Get out of my way. I'm walking here."

"Not on my watch." He leaned down and flipped her over his shoulder, rescue style, like he'd done a hundred times before on the job ... except ... except ... Holy shit, Sherlock! None of them had been Cynthia Landon over his shoulder. He went hot and hard from head to foot, nearly losing his balance. Some rescue guy he was.

"Put me down!" She wiggled and pushed against his back, making him hold her all the harder. "Are you out of your mind?"

Her stomach rested on his shoulder, hip against his neck, breasts pressed to his back, his arm over her shapely calves. Did she have to wiggle? Every fiber of his body wanted her-pigheaded snob and all-right now in the pouring rain in the middle of the road. Horniness rode him harder now than nineteen years ago and that was going some. He headed to the Jeep and deposited Cynthia neatly into the back seat as she glared, eyes blazing, lips full and lush and tempting as hell. If her son weren't in the front seat he'd take the kiss and put an end to this.

"I can walk! I want to walk! I know-"

He slammed the door shut, climbed into the driver side and headed for Ivy Acres, the only sound the rain hammering the car and Cynthia Landon James grinding her teeth.

The driveway wound to the house with four columns that always impressed the hell out of him. "Here you go, m'lady."

"And I would have gotten here just fine on my own, without your infernal interference."

He turned and faced her mostly because he wanted another look into those eyes. "Why is it so important that you walk? What's the big-" he swallowed fucking because of the kid "-deal?"

"I needed the exercise. There, now you know. Happy?" She stepped from the car, then opened the passenger side and took Lawrence's elbow.

"Thanks for the ride, Mr. O'Fallon."

"Name's Quaid." He took off his hat and slid it on Lawrence's head, the brim sliding down to the top of his glasses and putting a huge grin on his face. Mother and son darted for the front porch, Lawrence waving frantically, Cynthia doing her I-am-princess strut. A brass light suspended from a chain swayed in the wind, making the place look snootier than ever, then the door finally opened letting the two inside.

"Good riddance." Quaid drove back to Cynthia's crammed-full station wagon and locked it up. Why'd she leave New York?-and from the looks of it Cynthia and son really were moving back home.

Home. The word stuck in Quaid's brain as he again passed Ivy Acres, then Hastings House perched on the next rise. He Y'd right then into the drive of the rambling white frame O'Fallon house set on the bluff. Gravel crunched, oaks lined the yard, and he knew the Mississippi rolled just beyond-full of fire and hell on a night like this. He killed the engine, doused the lights and sat in the dark, losing track of time, feeling himself settle back into the rhythm of life on the river. Four guys, one house and a lot of good times.

Then the not so good time-the before Rory O'Fallon time-clawed its way into his brain. He shivered. Hadn't he buried memories of his asshole grandfather so deep they'd never find their way out? Meeting Lawrence must have triggered it. Eight. Eight was when Pete took him in, when his mother said to hell with parenthood. He shoved the memories away, locking them out for good.

The rain slackened, leaving the scent of warm wet earth, humid night air and the river ... always the river. Max pranced across the yard, tail wagging, yellow ball clamped in his teeth. Quaid got out and scratched Max behind the ears as water dripped from the trees and a tow growled out in the channel. A linehauler, some big mother of a tow, pushing a string of barges upstream against the current in a storm. His blood stirred. He was really home.

"Who gave you the bandana, boy? Says you're a Super Dog? I bet there's no living with you these days."

Max danced in circles then dropped the ball at Quaid's feet. "We'll do catch tomorrow. You go running in the mud and mess up the house and we'll both be in hot water. And I don't know about you but I got my mind set on some of Dad's fried chicken."

He snatched his duffle and ambled across the brick path, dog following. They passed the boxwoods that led to the planter filled with pink flowers by the side door. He'd let himself in, raid the fridge, sleep on the couch, no need waking everyone in the middle of the night ... least that was the plan till he turned the knob, an alarm split the quiet and the house lit up like a Christmas tree.

Max barked and Quaid stepped back and took in the show. If fireworks blasted from the chimney he wouldn't have been surprised. "I'll be damned. What the hell's going on around here?"

The door flew open on Rory in a pair of blue boxer shorts, no shirt, his granddaddy's Civil War sword firmly in hand and raised for battle. Quaid would have paid a month's salary for a camera.

"Christ in a sidecar, boy, what the hell are you doing here?" He lowered the blade. "You're supposed to be in Alaska, fishing folks out of the drink."

"And you're supposed to be sleeping."

"What the hell do you think I was doing dressed like this, going to church? Kids!" He punched numbers on a keypad by the door that had never been there before. That killed the alarm, except there was another noise, piercing, like an air raid siren.

"Two alarms? What do you have in here, Fort Knox?"

"Piss and vinegar!" Rory groused as he raked his hand through his graying hair, which stuck out in all directions. "I got better than gold, but the sound that can strip varnish from wood is your mighty unhappy little sister cutting up a ruckus, all thanks to you. Now she's awake and no one's getting any more sleep tonight. Damnation!"

"That sound is ... Bonnie?" Quaid followed Rory inside. "Thought babies cooed and giggled. That's what the ones on TV do."

"Well, this baby never read the damn script." Rory took off for the hall in a jog. "You better come on. 'Bout time you met her, get to lose sleep like the rest of us."

Quaid kicked off his wet shoes and hung his wet jacket over the newel post. He climbed the stairs behind Rory, who yelled to be heard over the din, "Keefe's shooting his last episodes on that soap opera so he's gone back to New York and Callie, his gal, is packing up her stuff in Atlanta to move here. Ryan and Effie are finishing up their business in San Diego and should show up any day now. Thelma and Conrad are working their butts off to make a go of the drydock and turn Hastings House into a bed and breakfast."

Quaid yelled back, "So it's just you and the baby in this big house?"

"And now you. We'll put those survival skills you learned at search and rescue to work, because I sure could use some help. Bonnie's got a real willful streak."

"Can't imagine where she gets that," Quaid said on a laugh as he slapped Rory on the back. They entered the room, Rory switching on a bunny lamp, and Quaid added, "Think you got enough pink stuff in here?"

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2009

    Very Good

    Must read all in series

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 25, 2006

    Romance & Suspense

    The book we have been waiting for is finally here. The final book in the O'Fallon's trilogy is about to come out, which is great but at the same time I hate to see the end of the series...........Quaid O'Fallon, the street kid that Rory adopted and made his own had to come home to Fallons Landing when he found out there was trouble brewing around his father, new little sister Bonnie and the missing mother. Quaid had been in Alaska for years with the Coast Guard Search and Rescue, but family comes first and he has to help his family out so he quits his job and comes home. Cynthia Landon James has found her way home, with her eight year old son Lawrence, after a messy divorce where her ex-husband has taken everything - her fashion design business, bank accounts - leaving her with nothing to show for her successful years in New York. Things are not the way she remembers them and she cannot believe the way things have gone since she was away. Cynthia has sworn off all men, they are just bad karma for her. Quaid has never forgotten the one woman, who even in his younger years, had set his heart a pumping but who never gave him the time of day back then because of the difference in their social standing. Whenever these two get close to one another there is enough heat generated that it is like a spark to dry wood igniting a full fledge fire. There are problems to overcome, one being age difference, but Quaid is not going to let anything stand in his way this time around. Readers are in for a treat as we watch Quaid and Cynthia coming to terms with their respective demons. The secondary characters only heighten and add to the suspense as the race against time, to find Bonnie's mother before the ruthless people that are out to silence her do, is fast running out. The reader is taken on an emotional ride in this story, and Dianne has done a super job of tying up all the ends as well as delivering a terrific heart warming read...........If you have never read a story from Dianne, you certainly cannot go wrong with this series, this book in particular delivers romance, suspense and the feeling of family bonds that tie. I recommend it and look forward to more books in the future from Dianne as she is just getting better and better at weaving stories for her readers.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Fantastic

    His adopted family needs him so Quaid O'Fallon leaves Alaska after quitting his Coast Guard Search and Rescue job to come home to Fallon¿s Landing he feels strongly about family ever since Rory adopted him as one of his own. Apparently Rory has problems with a missing mother and a baby Bonnie.----------------- Cynthia James left a failed fashion design business and an even bigger failure of a marriage behind in New York to come home to Fallon¿s Landing with her eight years old son in tow. She hopes to regroup and start anew with no man except her offspring in her life. However, her first encounter back home is with Quaid, whom she yearned for as a teen. He has the same thoughts she has, anyone but her as he yearned for her as a teen and still wants her though he is Mississippi and she is Manhattan. While this couple falls in love, the search to find and protect Bonnie's mother from cold-blooded killers continues though increasingly it seems too late.-------------- This is a terrific finish to the O¿Fallens' ¿U¿ trilogy (see 'TIL THERE WAS and THE WAY U LOOK TONIGHT) as the story line focuses on the third son finding love while the subplot that has run through each tale of Bonnie¿s mom reaches the climax. Readers will appreciate the O¿Fallen four doubling and more as Dianne Cantrell provides a terrific loser to a fine saga.-------------- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2006

    U Can't Go Wrong With a Castell Romance!

    I'll Be Seeing U concludes the 'Four O'Fallons and a Baby' comic romantic suspense trilogy from Dianne Castell, and the ending is extremely satisfying despite my regret at saying good-bye to the O'Fallon clan. This final book showcases the love story of Quaid O'Fallon and Cynthia James and wraps up romantic and suspense storylines from the first two books in the series. The secondary romance between Sally and Demar takes a very rocky road to its happily-ever-after, and it was fun revisiting the other O'Fallon brothers and their soulmates. Castell explores her wonderful world of Fallon's Landing, which she has populated with a comic cast of quirky characters -- from the Columbo-like PI who's a Magnum-wannabe to the two nuns who are anything but pious. Cynthia's son, an endearing egg-head, is a standout in Castell's crowd of memorable characters. And her Southern-fried humor will having you laughing out loud.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 6, 2006

    Another book U must read!

    Cynthia Landon is coming back to the town where she grew up with an 8 year old son broke and a broken marriage. Having sworn of men, the last thing she needs in her life is town sexy bad boy Quaid O¿fallon! Quaid quit the Coast Guard rescue job to come to help his family with the search of Mimi and to help with baby Bonnie. The last thing he expects is to find Cynthia! She was the girl that he had a crush on when he was a teenager and never had a chance. Now with all the complications on the landing and their paths crossing constantly the attraction of all those years have intensified. Fighting the bad guys and their attraction to each other is keeping them on the edge, and that¿s when things start heating up! The sexy scenes in this book are great, enough heat to keep them interesting and some are really funny! Dianne has crafted another story that has a little bit of everything! Humor, suspense, sexy characters and a secondary romance are all combined in this sexy romance that will keep you turning pages! It¿s really sad to see this series end with this book, but she did great to tie up all the previous books at the end. Great job Dianne! Keep those great books coming!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 27, 2006

    I loved this book

    I¿ll Be Seeing U by Dianne Castell concludes the fun and sassy story started in `Til There Was U. ___________________ Quaid O¿Fallon has come home to Fallon¿s landing after years of working for the Coast Guard in Alaska. Quaid feels that owes his life to Rory O¿Fallon who adopted him as a boy and turned his life around. When his family is in danger he comes home to help. But his first rescue is Cynthia Landon and her son. Seems they are stuck in a ditch. ________________ Cynthia came back home a failure in her eyes. Her ex took her for everything she had and her business folded. Her one joy is her exceptionally smart son, Lawrence. He is the only man she wants or needs in her life. But fate has other plans. Even though Quaid is a few years younger he makes her feel alive and like a woman for the first time in years. Can she trust the heart when it has failed her so many times before? ________________ Cynthia and Quaid can¿t seem to keep their minds or their hands off each other. Even when danger is close at hand. Quaid¿s actions and conversations with Cynthia¿s son are endearing and will make you love this big lug even more. _________________ I¿ll Be Seeing U wonderfully pulls the mystery of who wants to harm baby Bonnie and her mother Mimi. It was special to see all the family reconnecting and the love they have for each other. Dianne Castell does funny and sassy like no other. I can¿t wait to see what she writes next.

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    Posted December 2, 2008

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