Homecoming: The Journey/The Return of Walker Lee/Heading Home/Rockabye Inn

Homecoming: The Journey/The Return of Walker Lee/Heading Home/Rockabye Inn

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ISBN-13: 9780061085086
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 04/24/2007
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 384
Product dimensions: 4.19(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.96(d)

About the Author

Fern Michaels lives with her five dogs in a restored plantation house in South Carolina. She is a New York Times bestselling author.



Janet Dailey's first book — a Harlequin romance — was published in 1976. In the twenty years since, she has written 89 more novels and become the third largest selling female author in the world, with 300 million copies of her books sold in 19 languages in 98 countries. Her most recent bestsellers, Masquerade, Rivals, and Heiress, have all sold more than one million copies each. She is known for her strong, decisive characters, her extraordinary ability to re-create a time and place, and her unerring courage to confront important, controversial issues, like alcoholism and sexual abuse, in her stories.

All of her novels are meticulously researched, an endeavor she shares with her husband, Bill Dailey. The couple met in 1963, when Janet worked as a secretary for the construction company Bill owned. The two travel extensively to scout story locations, and have visited all 50 states; these days, they are likely to fly, but miss the time when they drove cross country, a trailer attached to their car. Janet Dailey also reads voraciously about every aspect of any subject she writes about; as she remarks, "Accuracy is important in genre fiction; you have to get it right, zero in on the real details. That's the way to make writing come alive and not irritate the readers with carelessness."

When they are not traveling, the couple spend time at their home on the shore of Lake Taneycomo in Branson, Missouri. It is the part of the country Dailey loves best, partly because, she says, "The people around me are more interested in their problems and their lives, and that sort of keeps me in touch with reality. They think it's nice that I write, but they really couldn't care less."

Allison Janney has been featured on Broadway (Present Laughter), in films (Big Night and First Wives Club) and on television shows on all four networks.

With over fifty books in print, award-winning author Sharon Sala, who also writes as Dinah McCall, still has to remind herself from time to time that this isn't a dream.

She learned to read at the age of four and has had her nose in a book ever since. Her introduction into romance came at an early age through the stories of Zane Gray, Grace Livingston Hill and Emily Loring. Her pride in contributing to the genre is echoed by the letters of her fans.

She's a four-time RITA finalist, Winner of the Janet Dailey Award, three-time Career Achievement winner from Romantic Times magazine, four-time winner of the National Reader's Choice Award and five-time winner of the Colorado Romance Writer's Award of Excellence, as well as numerous other industry awards.

Her books are regularly on bestseller lists, such as the New York Times extended list, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Waldenbooks mass market, and many others.

She claims that, for her, learning to read was a matter of evolution, but learning to write and then being published was a revolution. It changed her life, her world and her fate.

Hometown:

Summerville, South Carolina

Place of Birth:

Hastings, Pennsylvania

Education:

High School

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

The morning breeze rustled through the autumn-yellow leaves of the aspen. A few yards below the white-barked trees, a horse and rider picked their way along a trail that skirted the stand of trees tucked along a mountain slope in southwestern New Mexico.

Kate Summers rode with the ease of one born to the saddle. At twenty-five years old, she was tall and boyslim, with a mane of auburn hair as bright as a copper penny.

A beauty she wasn't. Her features were too strong for that. But Kate Summers was far from plain. There was a sculpted purity to her profile: the strong chin, the clean jawline, and the prominent ridging of cheekbone. Yet, her looks didn't fall under the heading of exotic or striking, but rather that of a handsome woman with an innate strength and confidence that most men found uncomfortable. As a result, Kate had dated rarely. And her one fling with love had left her badly bruised and twice as wary.

But the memory of that episode was far from her mind as she rode along the trail. Her thoughts were on something else entirely.

Legally, Kate was trespassing. The land she traveled was no longer part of the Summers Ranch. Her father had sold this particular section while she was away on the horse show circuit last winter. The parcel now belonged to a stranger by the name of josh Reynolds.

She hadn't met him. More than that, she had no desire to meet the new owner of the canyon land she loved so much.

But it was fall roundup time, and a section of downed fence had been a clear reminder that cattle paid no attention to boundary lines. There was grass and water in the canyon. If any of their livestock hadstrayed onto Reynold's land, Kate was certain she would find them.

just ahead, the trail made a sharp bend to round the mountain slope. When Kate made the turn, the rocky trail dipped to a level stretch of ground that reached all the way to the mouth of the canyon. The buckskin gelding pricked its ears, looking ahead with interest.

Tall cottonwood trees crowded the banks of the small stream that ambled across the grassy floor of the narrow canyon. Walls of craggy stone rose on either side, a-tumble with giant boulders and bristling with spruce, pinon, and pines. Seeing it all again, Kate was gripped by the familiar feeling that she was coming home.

Agriculturally speaking, the section of land Reynolds now owned had little value other than this area of grass and water. But, to Kate's mind, the rugged beauty of it couldn't be measured in worth.

initially, the raw grandeur of the scene claimed the whole of her attention, and her heart ached a little more over the loss of it. Then she noticed the first change to its landscape-utility poles marching along the rutted track that led from the distant county highway to the canyon.

Riding closer, Kate saw more changes. The old holding pen had been repaired. The paleness of new wood railings and posts stood out in sharp contrast to the weathered darkness of the old. A shed had been added, with a lean-to that would provide shelter for the muscular gray horse lazing in the pen. There was a tidiness to the whole area, as well, the brush and debris had been cleared away and the tall weeds cut.

Sunlight glinted on something metal beneath the cottonwood trees-at a spot extremely near the ruins of the old hacienda that had so completely captured her imagination as a girl. Focusing on the sheen of metal, Kate recognized the shape of a travel trailer, roughly twentyfive feet long, parked under the shelter of the trees. Utility lines ran toward it.

She had a sick feeling in her stomach the instant she saw evidence that even more extensive clearing had been done around the trailer-and the site of the old hacienda. She reined her horse in, unwilling to ride close enough to see what the new owner had done to the ruins.

Range etiquette demanded that Kate approach the trailer and advise its occupant that she was looking for stray livestock on his land. But there was no vehicle parked by either the trailer or the pen, no sign of life.

"It doesn't look like anyone is home, does it?" she said to her horse.

Convincing herself, Kate veered away from the trailer and pointed the buckskin toward the meandering stream, lifting the horse into a jog-trot. She knew every inch of the canyon, and every place a stray might go, of which there were few. She would check those and leave, with no one the wiser for her having been there.

As they approached the tree-lined bank, the buckskin slowed to a walk of its own accord. At this time of the year, the water ran clear and shallow, barely more than an inch deep in places. The sound of it running over its gravel bed was a restful murmur that echoed the soft whisperings of the wind in the trees and invited pause.

When the buckskin paused along the bank and stretched its nose toward the water, Kate dismounted to let the horse drink and take a short break herself. She took off her hat and shook loose her long hair, letting it tumble about her shoulders, then hung her hat on the saddle born and idly scanned the area between the stream and the canyon's side wall. But she saw no cattle.

The buckskin pawed at the water between drinks, seeming to take as much pleasure in splashing the water as he did drinking it. Kate smiled at the horse's antics and crouched down upstream. Slipping off the bandana around her neck, she dipped one end of it in the water and wiped some of the morning's trail grime from her face and neck.

Homecoming. Copyright © by Janet Dailey. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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'Heading Home' by Janet Dailey. In New Mexico, Trooper the K9 and his two associates know immediately the assignment once their human pet rancher Josh Reynolds meets his neighbor Kate Summers. However, Kate has been burned by love once before and Josh is wary of that emotion so Trooper has his work cut out to bring these neighboring ranchers together. --------------- 'The Journey¿ by Fern Michaels. Twelve years ago Matt Starr jilted Maggie Osborne Harper to make a fortune. He succeeded in making billions, but knows he made the mistake of a lifetime when he dumped his beloved. Now he wants a second chance, but once burned.--------------- 'The Return of Walker Lee' by Dinah McCall. Ten years ago, Carrie Wainright was too afraid to take chance on love especially when her father intervened. She dropped Walker. Now she wants a second chance, but once burned.--------------- 'Rockabye Inn' by Deborah Bedford. Following a bad car accident that left her unconscious, Anna Burden awakens to realize she suffers from amnesia. Her neighbor and apparent friend Richard Reese provides her with tender warm support while she heals. However, Anna feels he is hiding something from her even as she realizes she loves him. Unaware at this time that what she wants is actually a second chance, but once burned ------------ This is a reprint of a late 1990s second chance at love anthology that fans of any of the authors will enjoy. The novellas contain lead females burned once by love refusing to touch the heat a second time although the hunks try to coax them to do likewise.------------ Harriet Klausner
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