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The Apple Orchard by Cathy Lamb
When an injury lands Allie Pelletier in the emergency room, she comes face-to-face with the only man she's ever truly loved--Dr. Jace Rios. But can Jace also...
The Apple Orchard by Cathy Lamb
When an injury lands Allie Pelletier in the emergency room, she comes face-to-face with the only man she's ever truly loved--Dr. Jace Rios. But can Jace also mend their wounded past and show Allie they're destined to be together?
A Kiss Before Midnight by Mary Carter
Rebecca Ryan has never forgotten the magical night she spent in New Orleans with musician Grant Dodge. Now twenty years later, Rebecca is reunited with Grant. Their attraction is as electric as ever--and they have more to catch up on than either imagined. . .
Romeo & Juliet. . .And Jane by Elizabeth Bass
When veterinarian Jane Canfield's first love, Roy McGillum, returns to town, memories of their high school performance as Romeo and Juliet--and their real-life romance--come rushing back. And when Roy shows up at Jane's window, she'll have to decide if it's time for an encore. . .
The Devil And Mr. Chocolate by Janet Dailey
Art gallery owner Kitty Hamilton is newly engaged to a delicious Belgian chocolatier. But her artist ex-husband, Sebastian, is determined to sabotage her plans with an even more tempting indulgence--the irresistible chemistry they still share.
"Thank you." I smiled through gritted teeth, blood gushing down my leg.
The nurse, over six feet tall with curly gray hair, pressed a cloth to my wound, peering at it through his black-rimmed glasses. "You've got Dr. Rios. He recently moved here from New York. Excellent doctor. We were lucky to get him. You're traumatized? He'll untraumatize you—that's what we say here in Portland's greatest emergency room."
The nurse, whose name was Kevin, did not notice the blood instantly draining from my face, as he was busy tending to the blood draining from my thigh.
I swayed on the bed, gripped the handles, and took a deep breath. "It's not ..." I struggled to breathe, the pain from my gaping gash suddenly gone, lost in my sheer panic. "It's not Jace Rios?"
"Yep, you got it. The one and the same. Not surprised you've heard of him. He has an amazing reputation. He's been featured in newspapers and medical journals. He's written articles and done extensive research on best medical practices for all sorts of life-threatening events. You bust it up, he'll fix you up. You're busted up, Miss Pelletier, and he's gonna fix you up."
I swayed again.
Kevin stood, winked at me, then noticed my rapidly declining state. "You're not looking too good. Here, how about you lie down for me, close your eyes, think about being on an island with a pretty drink ..."
I flopped straight back on the bed, the room spinning, as he took my pulse.
"Your pulse is higher than it was ... blood pressure is, too," he mused, a bit confused. "Okay, Miss Pelletier, I want you to take some deep, calming breaths. You'll be sewn up like a quilt in no time, by the master quilter himself ..."
A man's face, Jace's face, floated in front of my eyes. Straight, thick black hair, longer in the back—not long, exactly, but enough to run my fingers through. Dark eyes, high cheekbones. He had a face that was tough, a don't-mess-with-me kind of face, lined from hours of being outside and from a chaotic childhood.
He had a face you wouldn't want to meet up with in a dark, back alley, but once you knew him, knew his kindness, his openness, you knew his innate goodness. If he was in a dark, back alley, it was because he was administering medical care.
"I can't believe this."
"Believe it! You're going to have to be more careful around horses in future," Kevin said, chuckling. "Ya gotta get out of their way when those hooves come up and kickin' ..."
It had been a horrible summer. Everything, all at once. I was fired from my job after telling my boss exactly what I thought of her, my rougher upbringing coming out in my language. After she threw her Manolo Blahniks at me, I picked them up, waved good-bye, sold them online, and donated the money to a kids' hospital in her name.
Then I received that phone call which, surprisingly, knocked me over. I decided to sell my condo because I didn't like it anymore anyhow. I moved. And, once again, I was dealing with the bitter loss and raging anger that I had stomped down hard over the years. Now this.
I had to get out of the hospital. This was not going to work. I struggled up, feeling nauseous.
"No, now don't try to get up, Miss Pelletier. You're pale as a flying ghost. Here, let me take some of that hay out of your hair. What's this? You have a couple of branches in there, too. Ah well, all that brown hair ya got, things are bound to get lost in there. I'll get a cloth for the dirt on your face; you'll be feeling better in a one, two, three ..."
I have to get away from Jace.
"You know," Kevin said, almost to himself, "I'm going to see if I can get Dr. Rios in here pronto. Your eyes seem a bit vague and unfocused. You're not cooperating real well, either."
"I'm fine, quite fine. In fact, I think I'll bandage this up myself." I pulled on the collar of my light green hospital gown, open at the back. Gall. If I stood up, my white butt would be hanging out the back. And my underwear. Oh, groan. I'd worn my old beige grandma pair. I think there was a rip on the side ...
The nurse chuckled. "No, ma'am. You are not going to be able to bandage this up on your own."
"I'll duct tape and staple it then." I envisioned myself sneaking around hospital corners and furtively limping down the hallways. I would drive to another hospital. I could not see Jace now. I could not see Jace at all.
"Duct tape and staples, ha! Hang on now, I'll let the good Dr. Rios know we're ready. Don't you wiggle on out! Promise me you'll stay right here? No hopping up on the saddle, if you know what I mean, and galloping back into the country." His eyes twinkled. "I can't leave till you give me your word."
"Sure will. I'll stay." I sure as hell would not. The nurse left and as soon as he was gone, I sat up and swung my legs over the bed, the paper crackling beneath my butt and my grandma underwear.
"Holy hell," I muttered. My head felt fuzzy. My thigh sent up lightning flames of pain. I felt ill with panic and the desire to escape. I lay back down. "Slower, Allie. Take it slow and easy."
I thought of Jace again, smiling, friendly, his hand in mine, pulling me closer to him, both of us in bathing suits in the lake, his leg between mine ... then the tears that followed the disaster. That wretched disaster. He didn't even know about it. I hadn't told him. The first disaster had led to the second disaster, so nothing needed to be told.
I heard that other voice in my head, the harsh words, the accusation. My fault, my fault, all my fault.
I yanked myself up again, gripping the silver bed rails with both hands, and tried to breathe right. Across the room was a mirror. I gaped at it, my mouth dropping open. "That cannot be me. It cannot."
My brown hair, about the color of dark chocolate, was a mess. It had fallen halfway out of the ponytail I'd pulled it into for the usual morning chores on the farm, which I was terrible at. I had hay sticking out in several places. No makeup, of course, and dirt on both cheeks. I had bags under my golden-ish eyes because I was regularly up until two in the morning, often striding through the apple trees my dad left me, hoping to walk myself into exhaustion.
I was too thin. Not because I wanted to be, but because food doesn't taste good when you're spiraling into one of life's pits.
I groaned at my gross face, hopped to the floor on one foot, wobbled, then shakily pulled off the light green hospital gown. I pulled on my jeans, ignoring the blood still zipping down my leg. The duct tape and stapler thing wasn't going to work. I shoved my feet back into my knee-high black farm boots.
I scrambled into my red push-up bra and oversized plaid shirt. The top button was missing. Too much cleavage showed, but I had not dressed to go to the hospital and see him; I had dressed to feed horses, chickens, dogs, and cats, none of whom cared about cleavage. I would have worn one of my exercise bras, but both were in the wash. Hence, red lace push-up and a farm shirt.
I took my first step, which was unbalanced. Then I took my second one. More wobble, more pain, screeching pain. I winced, clenching my teeth. Go, Allie, Go! Start sneaking around those corridors!
At the third wobbly movement the curtain opened and there he was.
Yes, Jace Rios.
All six-foot-four inches of muscle. Shoulders like a truck. He still had that head of thick black hair, courtesy of a Mexican grandfather. He wore the white coat well. I felt tears burning my eyes. Yes, he looked good in that white coat. He had become who he was destined to become, who he dreamed of becoming.
Jace Rios. Extraordinary doctor.
His head was down, studying my chart, and I saw him freeze for a second.
I knew he'd seen my name.
His head snapped up. He still had that intense, dark gaze—a man who really looked at you, who was truly interested in what you said and didn't say. A man who was interested in who you are, way down deep—not the shallow stuff we show the world, but who we are when all the layers are pulled back and only raw honesty is left. I tried to get air in, couldn't, and squeaked out, with all that I had left, "Hi, Jace. Good to see you again."
Then I passed out.
That voice. That low, gravelly voice I had heard in my head every day for years. The pain came rolling on in, crashing against my insides. It was not pain from my leg.
It was pain from a long time ago; it should have been long gone. Tears filled my eyes, so for long seconds I left them closed, blocking out that face I knew so well, until I could gather my strength enough to open them.
When I did, I saw Jace and nurses, including Kevin, hovering around me.
"And hello again to our horse-loving friend who tried to escape the hospital," Kevin said, clucking his tongue in admonishment. "I told you not to gallop off!"
Jace's eyes were on mine and I could not look away.
I bet he thought the hay in my hair was attractive. Probably liked the circles under my eyes, too. I might well smell like a horse or a dog or both—a hordog. Why could I not have seen Jace again while wearing something silky and sweet, not bleeding and dirt covered?
"How are you feeling, Allie?"
I nodded, then took off the oxygen mask. His hand closed over mine over the mask, his fingers warm.
"I'm just dandy."
I saw his eyes crinkle in the corners.
Sarcasm is my specialty. I used it to get through my childhood.
"Dandy, huh?" he said. "That's why you passed out?"
"Yes. It was a swoon. Not a pass-out."
The nurses laughed. I saw Jace's mouth, that mouth I'd kissed a thousand times, turn upward the slightest bit. The smile, however, did not match the seriousness I saw in his expression. He knew why I had tried to leave.
"She swooned gracefully," Kevin said. "There was definitely some elegance there."
Jace seemed older, more experienced, the lines on his face more finely drawn. But—ah, shoot—sexier than ever. "Thank you, Kevin."
"You'd call that a swoon?" Jace asked. "Didn't look like much fun. You went white and then crumpled. I caught you before you crashed to the floor. Now you get to have your leg sewn up. More fun. A horse kicked you?"
I needed to mask what I was feeling, darn quick. Humor might work. I'd be humiliated if he knew what I was thinking, how crushed I felt looking at him. "She's in menopause."
"I'm sorry?" Jace said.
"I think she's in menopause."
"The horse is in menopause?"
I nodded. The nurses laughed.
"Spunky Joy appears to be having some emotional mood swings. She doesn't like male horses." I wondered if he was married. He didn't have a wedding ring on, but that didn't mean anything. Emergency room doctors who perform surgeries wouldn't wear rings.
"No male horses?" Jace asked.
"No. She's off men. She wants them to stay away." I wondered if he had kids.
Something flickered in his eyes and I knew he was relating that statement to us. I wanted to tie my tongue into a knot.
"Her horse boyfriend, Leroy, entered the barn, and Spunky Joy backed right into me, then kicked. I figure she is either madly in love with Leroy or they've had a bit of a spat." I bet Jace loved his wife and kids dearly. He had always wanted a family; he had been clear on that. He would be an outstanding dad. I wanted to pull that silly hospital blanket over my head and sob my brains out.
Jace's face finally started to relax, and he chuckled. It had been tight, focused, the second he saw me. "I'll fix up your menopause wound and you'll be good to go. You're going to have to take off your pants."
I sucked in my breath.
Something flashed in his eyes and this sizzle—yep, it was a sizzle—shook between us.
"I'll leave, don't worry. But don't try to escape again, or we'll have to track you down. You need to be sewn up." He left and the nurses helped me get my pants off, then Jace was back in.
While he stitched me up I could not look away from him. The nurses stayed for a bit, then left to tend to other patients.
"Whose horse was it, Allie?"
I saw his jaw tighten, his gaze sharp on mine.
"My dad died. He lived in the country."
"Thank you, but it's okay."
"When we were in Yellowstone, you told me you didn't get along with him, but you never told me anything else. I remember we talked about your not wanting to discuss your past."
"It was a messy past." I had told him few details about my dad. He had gently asked more, and I had given him, deliberately, the impression that my dad and I were temporarily not getting along. I didn't go anywhere near the depth of our estrangement.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Heart attack." I waved my hand. "I still don't want to talk about him."
"Okay." His eyes gentled, his hand warm on my leg. He went back to stitching me up. "You live in Portland, right?"
He knew I lived in Portland! Had he checked on me, as I had him? I had followed Jace's career online. I had felt like a stalker, but I did it anyhow. "I did. I moved recently to the country. My dad left me his house and an apple orchard."
"I remember you loved apples. You made apple pies."
"Yes, I did."
"Now and then, over the years, I've had apple pies, but they're never as good as yours."
"Really?" I was so pleased, I could feel myself blushing. "I still love apples, and now, I suppose, I have all the apples I need in that orchard."
"It is. Sort of." That orchard was bringing back all sorts of harsh memories I didn't want to deal with.
"I'll take one of your apple pies."
I instantly envisioned me bringing him an apple pie, naked.
Stop it, Allie.
"I ... uh ... you want one of my apple pies?"
"Sure. Anytime. How about tomorrow?"
He smiled. So many times I had smiled back. Kissed those lips, held his face in my hands, pulled him down to me ...
"I ... uh ... tomorrow? For a pie?"
"Sure. It'll be Wednesday. Wednesday is always a good time for apple pie. As are Tuesday and Friday ... Monday isn't bad. I'll even take one on Sunday."
"You forgot Saturday."
"I'll have one then, too."
My leg was being sewn right up, his hands competent and efficient, comforting. It was like watching a seamstress.
The seamstress was turning me on and rebreaking my heart.
He stopped sewing and looked at me—serious, contemplative, flirty—daring me. For a second his eyes dropped to my shirt. I knew it was gaping. I looked down. That red push-up bra was doing what I paid it to do to my boobs.
It was all still there between us. That instant, intense, electric connection. How ridiculous that sounds; how true it was.
In those dark eyes I saw everything that I was feeling. I felt that ... magnetism ... what a dumb word. Electricity. Sparks. More silly words to describe my feelings toward Jace, but there it was.
He remembered everything.
He hadn't forgotten a thing.
Neither had I.
Not forgetting had been excruciatingly painful.
They have an interesting history. Eve and her apple eating—naughty lady. Johnny Appleseed. Sir Isaac Newton and the apple. Apple pies.
On my dad's property in Schollton there are Jonagold, Gala, Honeycrisp, and Granny Smith apple trees. When I arrived five weeks ago, suitcases in hand, it hurt to see them. Yes, it hurt to see the apple trees.
How could he? I thought, stomping through the orchard west of his hundred-year-old, two-story, white, run-down home the first day I explored the property. There were two bullet holes in the house. One in the floor, one in the wall. I wasn't surprised. He probably put them there in a blast of self-righteous anger.
I zipped up one row and down the next, steaming mad. Why would he buy a dilapidated house and land with an apple orchard and leave it to me? Was he mocking me to the very end? He knew I loved apples. He had seen me eat them by the dozen. He knew why I ate them by the dozen.
"Spike me in the heart and twist it, Dad," I whispered into the orchard. Then I decided not to whisper. I would not let him smother my voice any longer. I picked up one apple after another and pelted them through the rows, swearing every single time an apple hit a tree. "You jerk ... you were never a dad ... you were horrible to Mom ... you never even hugged me ... and now you have an apple orchard? Really? An apple orchard?"
I threw those dead apples until I was sweating, my hair falling all over my face, my chest heaving. I started kicking the apples on the ground, sending them flying. When I was totally exhausted I collapsed against a tree, an apple tree from my stupid dad, and sobbed.
I sobbed for him, for us, for what he'd done to our family. I sobbed because I was so angry. So frustrated and resentful. And guilty. I felt guilt. He didn't deserve for me to feel guilty, but I did.
I composed the letter later that night.
I sent it to the top of the ladder.
Hopefully a wrong would be righted.
She shouldn't be allowed to give people nervous breakdowns.
At dusk, my bandages tight on my thigh, I limped out to my dad's creaking deck and stared at the orchard as the sun sank down over the blue-gray hills in the distance. Margaret and Bob, my dad's brown and white furry mutts, played together in the grass. Marvin, a gold cat, and Spot the Cat, a black cat who had no spots, perched on the rail of the deck, side by side. I saw Spunky Joy the horse in the field, she neighed at me, and I rolled my eyes.
"Hey you, menopause horse!" She swished her tail. "You gave me a bunch of stitches. Do you know that? Cool it with the hormonal swings and we'll get along better."
She neighed again.
Excerpted from You're Still The One by JANET DAILEY Cathy Lamb Mary Carter Elizabeth Bass Copyright © 2013 by Kensington Publishing Corporation. Excerpted by permission of ZEBRA BOOKS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Posted March 19, 2013
Love lost and regained
What I am reviewing today is an anthology co-authored by some of the most prominent names in the romance and women's fiction industry. Few authors have the ability to deliver a solid tale within the limited space of a short story without lacking intensity and emotional impact, or without rushing the narration through a poor world and character building. In this case, not only these fabulous storytellers avoided those flaws, they also succeeded in lacing the canvas of vastly exploited tropes such as star-crossed lovers and second chances with touches of humor and magic-filled serendipity. Bittersweet memories of an ill-fated love and regrets for what might have been haunt for years the protagonists of these stories, but be it a chance at love and family for a woman born on the wrong side of the tracks (The Apple Orchard), or a magic encounter in The Big Easy (A Kiss Before Midnight), a juvenile love blossomed on the stage of a high-school play (Romeo & Juliet...And Jane), or an ex-husband trying to sabotage his ex-wife's engagement to another man (The Devil And Mr. Chocolate) , true love is the undercurrent of electricity that defies time, misunderstandings, even magic spells, and brings soul mates and old flames back together. Of the four short stories featured in this lovely collection, two in particular impressed me for their originality, emotional poignancy and complex narrative structure: in The Apple Orchard by Cathy Lamb and A Kiss Before Midnight by Mary Carter, setup, conflict and resolution are more developed, emotions are more powerful.
"A short story is the ultimate close-up magic trick - a couple of thousand words to take you around the universe or break your heart", reminds us Neil Gaiman. Janet Dailey, Cathy Lamb, Mary Carter, and Elizabeth Bass didn't fail in this respect. You're Still The One is a heartwarming and uplifting celebration of love lost and regained.
Posted March 16, 2013
I was a lucky winner of a copy of Still the One from NetGalley, which brings together 4 different stories by 4 amazing romance authors. Having never read any of these authors’ books prior to reading this book I wasn’t sure what to expect. But right when I started reading the first one I knew this collection of 4 books would keep me hooked until the end.
The first book “The Apple Orchard” by Cathy Lamb takes place in small town where everyone knows everyone. Allie Pelletier had left her family behind after a rough childhood and went after her dream of being in the fashion industry and never wanted to look back at her bad childhood. However, after telling her boss in so many ways to take a hike and having no income she decides to go to the small little town her father called home towards the last couple years of his life. In addition to see the apple orchard and the house that he left to her. Well not shortly after she arrives she gets injured by her dad’s horse and lands in the local emergency room. However, the emergency room visit doesn’t go as planned when she finds that emergency room doctor is the love of her life from college. The story goes onto talk about abuse by a family member and the struggle to move on from the past to find love again.
The second story “A Kiss before Midnight” by Mary Carter was probably my least favorite book out of all four of them. The story is about love, magic and family. Rebecca Ryan went to New Orleans back in High School on vacation with three girls from school thinking that she would connect with them and they would become good friends. However, she never thought she would meet the love of her life and then never see him again after they spent one special night together. The story continues on telling you about how Rebecca gets pregnant and years later goes back to New Orleans to possibly connect with Grant Dodge the father of her son and tell him what happened. I think what caught me about the book that I didn’t like was how easily Grant forgave Rebecca for never trying to contact him about their son or telling him right away when she saw him again.
The third story was called “Romeo & Juliet… and Jane” by Elizabeth Bass. This story was unlike the first two where it didn’t go back too much into the past about Jane and Roy’s story but rather talked about how long lost love can reconnect even after years apart. Jane and Roy got together in high school after playing Romeo and Juliet. After spending most of college together they decide to separate and go their separate ways when Jane goes to vet school and Roy ends up in Seattle. Years later they reconnect when Roy brings in his mother’s dog to be put down and he has Jane as his vet. The story continues on talking about how the future can take you down a different path than what you thought it was going to be but true love can find its way back.
The last book “The Devil and Mr. Chocolate” by Janet Dailey was probably my favorite out of all three of the books. The story takes place in Santa Fe and centers around an art dealer, her ex-husband the artist and her new love Mr. Chocolate. The story starts out with Kitty talking about her new love Marcel and how excited she is to be having dinner with him. However, then barges in Sebastian her ex-husband the artist who tries to seduce her. The story brings together new love, friendship, heartbreak and laughter. I think out of all three of the books to me it was the most realistic as to what could happen in real life.
All in all I was very happy with all four books and would be interested in reading other novels from these authors.
Posted March 5, 2013
You're Still The One by 4 authors
Love reading a book where there are 4 stories by 4 different authors. Gives me a chance to see what the author is about and usually add them to my favorites..
The Apple Orchard by Cathy Lamb
Allie Pellitier had once lived in a trailer park across from an apple orchard. Both her parents are gone and she got fired from her job. She's now in the hospital about to get sewn back together when in walks Dr. Jace Rios. They have a past together and she was attempting to just get out from seeing him again, not fast enough..
She ends up being treated a few times in the hospital by him and then he starts checking up on her and refusing to have a meal with him. He just picks her up and takes her to his house on the hill and she fantasizes about him and knows they can't be anything more than friends.
They both love the outdoors and I love that they at Yellowstone for a summer. He doesn't know why they split up, it was something that happened to her and she's not talking, yet..
We learn how she grew up with her mother and then her father. After she left when she was able to we learn of the abuse physically and most importantly emotionally. She learns what happens next by a neighbor that sells paintings...
A kiss before Midnight by Mary Carter
She is in New Orleans as a junior with 3 of her senior friends and they have 3 things to do to complete the scavenger hunt. 3 hurricane drinks, make out at the cemetery and get a reading from the voodoo woman. Years later Rebecca Ryan's plane is landing in New Orleans, again...
She conceived that night, Miles. She also had hooked up with Grant Dodge the great jazz trumpet player. She's going back now as a gift from Miles for her birthday, 25 years later to the city she first found love in. She is going to confront the father and move on with her life. Only 2 of the girls she originally went with had stood by her...
She is also confronting the fortune teller about the curse she put on her...
Book goes from the present and in the next chapter to the past. Took me a while to get the hang of which year I was in..
Love to hear about her jewelry making and what she uses for materials..
Detailed descriptions of New Orleans and the surrounding area made me feel like I was there, was so exact.
She's got a lot of decisions to make...
Romeo & Juliet ..and Jane by Elizabeth Bass
It's all over town Jane is seeing Roy again. She's fostering another dog til she can find a good home.
They started in the school play Romeo and Juliet and he's kicking himself now as it was the best time of his life. His mom is gone now and he's settling her affairs.
She now lived in what they called the playhouse along with all the animals she had. Carl the vet had stopped in also and thought maybe the yellow couch for the vet waiting room was a mistake.
Her mother was after her to fix herself up a bit and flirt so she could get married.
Love hearing about the 'JAM' what a festival!
Roy is back in town and with the money he donated the town build a new auditorium and he is to give a speech, but he has a surprise for Jane.
The Devil and Mr. Chocolate by Janet Dailey
Kitty Hamilton owned the art gallery
Sebastian Cole was an artist who would appear when he wanted to borrow items because she lived right next door.
Marcel makes chocolate and Kitty has agreed to marry him but how will she explain her ex husband who's helping her bath in the tub..
Lots of sexual moments that only add to this tale.
Posted March 5, 2013
You’re Still The One is a romance anthology with a collection of emotion invoking stories. Finding love where it was lost can be harder than you think and each book in this collection has a unique twist to this pursuit.
The Apple Orchard by Cathy Lamb
Allie Pellitier comes face to face to the only man she ever loves after being kicked by her horse. Dr. Jace Rios, emergency room doctor, wants to stitch up Allie’s wounds on her leg and hopefully find a place in her heart.
This was a highly emotional story, Allie comes from an extremely wounded past filled with heart ache. I laughed, cried and cheered for the characters. Cathy Lamb wrote a brilliant story that will touch your heart and soul.
A Kiss Before Midnight by Mary Carter
Rebecca Ryan, at age 16, told her parents she was going on a band trip. What she really did was head to New Orleans for a girls weekend. She ends up spending a single night with Grant Dodge, a jazz musician. In that night, she found her one true love. The magical connection still lives in her heart and when her son gives her a chance to return to New Orleans, Rebecca can only hope to right all that went wrong 21 years ago.
Voodoo curses, a friendship that endured 21 years and family love all make A Kiss Before Midnight a spectacular romance with a paranormal twist.
Romeo & Juliet…and Jane by Elizabeth Bass
A vet in her home town, Jane Canfield is known for always being reliable and playing the role of Juliet to her first love Roy McGillum, as Romeo. Roy has returned to town to dedicate a new building for the school and settle his deceased mother’s affairs. The entire town is hoping for Roy to sweep Jane away…and when they have a chance meeting at the veterinarian office the entire small town is in a buzz…
This was a cute story of rekindling lost love and a heroin with lots of pets!
The Devil and Mr. Chocolate by Janet Dailey
Kitty Hamilton is happily engaged to a Belgian Chocolatier...but her ex-husband, client and neighbor, Sebastian is determined to disrupt her plans.
A very funny and enjoyable story, The Devil and Mr. Chocolate has an extremely entertaining plot.
You’re Still the One provided a wonderful assortment of fabulous stories. Each story was thought provoking, enjoyable and extremely entertaining.
This ARC copy of You're Still The One was given to me by Kensington Publishing - Zebra in exchange for a honest review. Publish Date March 4, 2013.
Posted June 2, 2014
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