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Garrett Saunders' world changed two
years ago on a road in Afghanistan. Back home, he feels like a stranger. As he
struggles to find his place in the world, he meets a horse destined for the
slaughterhouse and a woman bent on rescuing the strays of the world, including
Blair Greyson moves to Masonville to look after her ailing grandfather
and give her rescue horses a home. Right away she butts heads with a surly
former Marine. Despite a rocky start, they come to an agreement: Blair will
board Garrett's rescue horse and he'll help with repairs around her farm.
purpose working with Blair—and falls in love with her. But she's hiding a
secret. Can she forgive herself and accept Garrett's love, or will she let
guilt and regret continue to rule her life?
He pushed himself to
his feet, disconcerted by his unsteadiness. He made a few halting steps toward
the gate as Blair ran into the yard.
“I forgot my
sweater,” she said, grabbing the garment from the back of a chair and slipping
it on. “It’s cooler than I thought. Are you sure you don’t want to watch the
fireworks with us?”
His words were cut
off by a loud explosion, and his only thought was that he had to protect Blair.
He grabbed her and threw her to the ground, covering her body with his. He was
under attack. Why was Blair in Afghanistan? How could he keep her safe?
Through the chaos
and noise, he heard her muffled voice beneath him. “Garrett, you’re crushing
He shifted his
weight slightly. “Shh. I’m sorry. You have to stay down and quiet. I can’t let
them hurt you.”
struggling. “Who’s going to hurt me?”
“Can’t you hear the
mortar fire? I have to protect you.”
Her hand rubbed his
back in gentle circles. “It’s all right, Garrett. It’s only fireworks. It can’t
hurt us. We’re safe here.”
He lifted his head
and looked around. He was in Cole and Lauren’s back yard in Masonville. There
were no bombs, no shelling, no Taliban. He looked down into Blair’s face, into the
pity in her eyes. He rolled off her, disgusted with himself.
scared. He was losing his mind.
Lauren didn't intend to sleep with
her brother-in-law Cole on the day of her husband's funeral. But now that she
is pregnant, she's not sorry. Cole's given her a baby, a long-wished-for
miracle. He's been her friend forever, though she never told him or anyone else
how unhappy her marriage to his cheating brother was. And she's afraid to tell
the small town that considered her husband a hero that the baby isn't his.
Cole's been in love with Lauren
since he was sixteen. It kills him that everyone believes the baby is his dead
brother. All he wants is to claim the baby, and Lauren, as his own. Though
she marries him, will Lauren's heart ever be his?
Lauren must tell the truth or risk
losing Cole. Is her newly discovered love for him greater than her fear of
scandal in her hometown?
She clung to him; her face buried against
his neck. How wonderful to be held, to be touched. It had been so long—
What was she doing? This was Cole, her
friend. She pulled away from him. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have anything to apologize for.”
She turned away and tried to wipe the tears
from her face. After she got her tears under control, she made herself smile at
him. “Do you remember the homecoming dance? The time I tripped in my new high
heels and sprained my ankle?”
“Of course, I do. You couldn’t walk, so I
carried you from the school gym to Billy’s car, and he drove you home. I
remember you were a lot heavier than you looked.”
She swatted his shoulder, hiccupping
laughter mixing with her tears. “Very funny. I was trying to make a point.”
He wiped the tears from her cheek with the
pad of his thumb, his dark eyes full of tenderness. “So what was your point?”
“You’re a good friend. You’ve always been
there every time I’ve needed you, and here you are again. Thank you.”
He stared into her eyes but said nothing.
She couldn’t look away. He continued to stroke her cheek with his thumb, the
tiny caress acting like a balm to her battered heart. She placed her hand on
They reached for each other in mutual need.
He pulled her against his chest, his mouth descending on hers in a hungry,
urgent kiss. She sighed against his mouth, and he brought her closer. He wants
me. It had been so long since someone had wanted her. Only her.
Richards has tried her hand at many writing projects over the years, from
magazine articles and short stories to full-length paranormal suspense and romantic
comedy. She loves to create characters with a sense of humor, but also a
serious side. She believes there’s
nothing more interesting then peeling back the layers of a character to see
what makes them tick.
not writing up a storm, working at her part-time day job as bookkeeper, or
dealing with dust bunnies, Jana can be found pursuing hobbies such as golf
(which she plays very badly) or reading (which she does much better).
Jana lives in Western Canada with her
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