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Yet happiness isn't something you chase, it's something you are. It's something you think, it's something you believe.
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All warfare that is not defensive is criminal.
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God forgive her, but underneath the smiles and the good job and the great family, she was tired. Desperately tired. Tired to the point of breaking. In the last few years the exhaustion had grown, rising up like a specter to knock on her door. No one knew, she hadn't told even Kit, but in the past year she'd begun to question her entire existence. Why was she even here? What was life? Was she even necessary? Maybe all women had these thought..
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Stop staring and call your brother', Dane snaps over his shoulder as he heads toward the stairs.
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Makin, my friend, I thought you were just seeing her safely home." "I was." "What happened?" "I couldn't let her go."
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Harley Diekerhoff looked up from peeling potatoes to glance out the kitchen window. It was still snowing... even harder than it had been this morning. So much white, it dazzled. Hands still, breath catching, she watched the thick, white flakes blow past the ranch house at a dizzying pace, enthralled by the flurry of the lacy snowflakes. So beautiful. Magical A mysterious silent ballet in all white, the snow swirling, twirling just like it d..
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I'm not a hermit. I'm just an introvert, which means I like people, but I don't find parties exciting. They tire me out.
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Don't live to please others. Don't think everyone else knows what's right or true. Listen to yourself, and be true to yourself. That way, no matter what else happens in life, you will always have your self-respect.
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I love you more than I hate cars, so I decided I'd try to face my fears and take some risks.
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Chapter I. Scotland.
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He studied her flushed face. Last night she'd been pale like porcelain, a creamy alabaster, but tonight she burned. She glowed. Her dark blue eyes shone, her cheeks flushed a hot feverish pink. She needed a firm hand. She could use a calming hand. How convenient. He had two.
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He was beautiful, but he was what he was. A man.
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fine tailoring couldn't cloak the primitive danger of the desert. The desert was about life. Death. Survival. And she saw the desert in his eyes, dark gold like the Saharan sand.
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Don't. Don't say you've changed your mind. You promised me!
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If she went with him, she'd enjoy Kahil's revenge. She'd welcome the humiliation as it would be at his hands, in his hands, with his body.
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I want what's mine. And you wife, are mine.
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It was enough that slander could ruin a woman, because her purity was the most important thing about her.
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Harley suppressed a sigh, acknowledging that was probably true. And she wouldn't want the agency to send just anyone here to the ranch. You couldn't put just anyone in a house with two pre-teens. The agency would have to do thorough criminal background
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Harley ignored the sarcasm in the manager's voice. "Things are pretty... tense... here." "I'm sure they are. Mr. Sheenan is very unhappy, as we are, too. You've put"
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Saturday she'll start at Copper Mountain Ranch." "Okay," Harley said quietly. "Can you survive that"
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him. "The agency can't replace me until Saturday." She drew a quick breath, tried to smile, but failed. "Looks like you're stuck with me until the weekend." "You must be devastated," he said, his expression hard. His sarcasm stung. She struggled to keep her composure. "Trapped here with children," he added bitingly. This time she couldn"
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Montana winters were never mild, and this winter felt even more brutal than normal. Taylor Harris sucked in a sharp breath at the blast of frigid air as she and Jane Weiss, the new director of the
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Taylor had been a book lover her entire life and, even at twenty-six, loved nothing more than curling up and getting lost in a great story, reading until the early hours of the morning. So what if it meant she never got enough sleep? Books were her life, her passion.
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Hope, wish, dream, need. Heartbreak, loss, pain, grief. Which was bigger, which was stronger? Love was stronger, but was there enough love here? Was there enough love to mend their hearts and make them work? How would she know? How could she know?
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I've told you the truth and my name isn't Woman, it's Tally.' 'I've never heard the name Tally before. That's not a name.' A glint touched his dark eyes, something secret and perverse and then the corner of his mouth lifted, the closest thing she'd seen to a smile yet. 'I shall call you Woman.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR JANE PORTER
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I'm not a hermit. I'm just an introvert, which means I like people, but I don't find parties exciting. They tire me out--.
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across the table from her doing his best impression of
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The employment agency liked her attitude. They said she was perfect for the temp job and filled her in on the Sheenans, one of the bigger, more prominent families that had settled in Paradise Valley around the turn of the century. She'd be working for Brock
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Damn him. How could she ever respect him if he didn't even let her respect herself? A man that broke down her defenses with touch- with pleasure- well, that was just wrong.
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She ought to be intimidated by this shaggy beast of a man, but she wasn't. She'd had a husband--a daring, risk-taking husband of her own--and his lapse in judgment had cost them all. Dearly. "It's dangerous out there,"
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Taylor adjusted her red and brown striped scarf around her neck, trying in vain to block the wind.
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