quiet, coastal village holds enough of them to silence the echoes of
the living hell she endured as a captive in the Middle East. Her
career as a journalist is over, but maybe—someday—she can
convince her terrified muse to come out of hiding.
her cat as her sole companion, she learns to live with the
loneliness…until the day a handsome stranger with dark, haunted
eyes helps her change a flat tire.
no missing that unmistakable spark of connection. In Audrey’s
company, two years of grief ease into bittersweet memory, and he
finds himself envisioning a future as colorful as his paintings. A
future with Audrey.
discover their broken pieces fit perfectly—in and out of the
bedroom. But in the shadows, a very real threat lurks. Someone who’ll
stop at nothing to burn their rediscovered dreams to the ground.
everything he needs…the houses he’s building, the mansion he’s
renovating, and his Bernese Mountain Dog, Crash. In spite of his
mother’s insistent attempts to see him married, Basil plans on
staying a bachelor. That is, until he finds himself face-to-face with
the woman who once broke his heart.
flung herself into running her eclectic shop, The Pink Moose. She
can’t afford complications, and the too-hot-for-his-own-good Basil
Manning, her one time almost fiancé, is definitely a complication.
But that irresistible pull between them isn’t over…not by a long
shot. If she’s not careful, she’ll break both their hearts…again.
prestigious job with a U.S. senator, he merely intended to use it as
a place to lick his wounds and recharge his batteries as he decided
what came next in his life. The choices were many.
allowing a man in her life again. Not until her son was grown. She
owed her late husband that much.
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“Please don’t tell me you’ve pitched a tent or are living in the house.”
“No, I bought a RV. Picked it up in Bangor and drove it to the farm. The contractor I hired leveled an out of the way spot. One where that old guest cottage had once been.” I wouldn’t go into the details of RV life. Meg probably wouldn’t understand anyway. She had always been a hotel sort of gal.
“Wow! I suppose that’ll work until winter sets in.”
“It will, and if the house isn’t finished, I’ll figure something else out.”
We were still standing in the center of the shop. I began walking around gazing at the various pieces of pottery, and other locally crafted items.
“Have you eaten lunch yet?”
“No. Like I said, I got the RV set up with the help of a couple of the construction workers. Got Harry settled in and came to town in search of supplies and food.”
“Yeah, Prince Harry.” I watched my younger sister as she tried to process the information. Before the Middle East, I had been known for my humor and shock tactics. Perhaps I still had it.
“My cat, Meg. He’s a marmalade Persian. Sort of a red-head like the real Prince Harry. He was a gift after I met the real Harry.”
“You met Prince Harry?” Her mouth gaping open and her blue eyes were almost bugging out of her head in disbelief.
“Yeah. At a reception at the embassy in London honoring military and civilian’s who’d been captured.”
“Was he nice? Was he as handsome as he looks in pictures?”
“Yes, nicer and more handsome in person. Now does your offer of lunch still stand or do I need to find something elsewhere?”
“Let me tell Linda I’m leaving. Linda Stallings. She helps me.”
I nodded my head and headed to the door. I wasn’t ready to meet anymore people today. A quiet lunch with Meg was enough. Afterwards it was off to get groceries and supplies, then head back to the farm.
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