Injured ballerina Savina Lombard seeks refuge on her cousin’s ranch outside Morgan’s Crossing, Montana Territory until her foot heals. A dashing horse breeder/trainer arrives for his annual summer visit. Estefan del Vado comes from a family who raised championship trotters and his goal is to prove to his father the value of his cross-breeds. To accomplish that, he needs to win one of the season’s pacer harness races. On the Rolling M Ranch to train, he’s distracted by the delicate beauty who is determined that trick riding will be her new career. Using her dancing skills atop galloping horses is sure to win her a spot in Buffalo Bill’s Wild West exhibition. For a few glorious weeks, they share an enjoyment of the horses and getting acquainted. But when the time comes to pursue their separate goals, Savina and Estefan are split apart, geographically and emotionally. How will they discover a path they both can walk? Views: 17
To protect an heiress…Carol Chancellor is estranged from her relatives thanks to a bitter feud. So when she's revealed as the newest Chancellor heiress, shock waves of resentment ripple throughout the family. Fortunately, hotshot Sydney lawyer Damon Hunter is on hand to protect her as she comes home to claim what is hers.Carol's never felt as strong as when she's in Damon's arms. And when her safety is threatened, the only person she can turn to is him.Soon Carol realizes that it's not just her safety that's in danger—but also her heart.…About the AuthorMargaret Way was born in the City of Brisbane. A Conservatorium trained pianist, teacher, accompanist and vocal coach, her musical career came to an unexpected end when she took up writing, initially as a fun thing to do. She currently lives in a harbourside apartment at beautiful Raby Bay, where she loves dining all fresco on her plant-filled balcony, that overlooks the marina. No one and nothing is a rush so she finds the laid-back Village atmosphere very conducive to her writing Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Damon Hunter was placing some files into his briefcase when Marcus Bradfield walked through the open door of his office, an attempt at a solemn expression on his handsome, fleshy face. Oddly enough, the extra padding in his cheeks lent him the air of a middle-aged cherub. "Bit of news."Damon broke off what he was doing, directly meeting his boss's gaze. "Don't tell me—Selwyn Chancellor's dead.""Exactly right." Bradfield sank heavily into one of the armchairs in front of Damon's desk. Bradfield was an affluent man, born of wealth, well-respected, a leading light of the city's elite. His grandfather, Patrick Bradfield, had been one of the original partners who had founded Bradfield Douglass. "Maurice rang me." A faint smile spread across Bradfield's face. "He did his best, but he didn't sound all that grief-stricken.""Difficult when you're glad," Damon commented briefly. He had no time for Maurice Chancellor. Ditto for Champagne Charlie, the son Troy. "Why didn't he ring me, as well? I'm handling the will.""Maurice likes to deal with the top people, Damon," Bradfield said with a smirk. "Selwyn Chancellor has employed this firm for many long years. I'm a full partner. You're still an associate. Am I right?""And I'm quite sure there will be a full partnership on offer in the near future," Damon countered, knowing it to be true. He had brought a lot of new business to the firm. In fact, he was gaining a reputation in the City as the can-do guy. "I still say he should have rung me, after he rang you." He held firm. "That was the correct thing to do.""Poor man was in shock." Bradfield gave way to a wry chuckle. "I said I'd tell you.""Not good enough! Did he tell you he'd contacted Carol Emmett, his niece? The family may have been estranged for years, but clearly she must be told.""Didn't mention young Carol." Bradfield waved that one away. "Why would he? He hasn't acknowledged her since the big rift. Now there's a beautiful girl. Met her a number of times. She darn nearly charmed the pants off me.""You wish.""Okay, so I'm getting on, as my dear wife never fails to remind me. Bit wild, young Carol, I hear.""Justyoung," Damon clipped off, thinking Carol Emmett not only looked a handful she was bound to be one. "She has to know.""I dare say the old man remembered her?" Bradfield gave Damon one of his guileless stares."He did that." Damon kept his face neutral. "She was his granddaughter.""He paid her no attention at all!" Condemnation was in Bradfield's blue eyes. Marcus was a staunch family man with three daughters of marriageable age."As far as you know."Marcus gave him a long, searching look. "Damon, you know as well as I do, the family as good as abandoned her and her mother. Now, there's a swinger, that Roxanne! A real glamour girl, though no one seems to like her. You should hear my wife! Another thing, my boy—""I'm not your boy, Marcus.""Another thing, my man, Maurice wants this kept quiet until morning when the press will be informed. Selwyn Chancellor was an important man. The premier could even want a state funeral.""Against Selwyn Chancellor's wishes?" Damon shook his head. "He stipulated a quiet funeral, family and a few chosen friends only. He is to be buried in the garden of his country home, Beaumont, where I assume he died. Carol is to be invited.""Not Jeff and Roxanne?" Bradfield asked as though that violated some set of rules."No way. Jeff Emmett might be one of your 'good ole boys,' but he and Roxanne are specifically excluded.""So bygones won't be bygones? We all know Selwyn and his wife—what was her name again?""Elaine," Damon supplied."Blamed Roxanne for the death of their son Adam, the heir apparent. It was a bit suspicious you have to admit—all set to go through the Heads for a good day's sailing, only Adam takes a wallop on the head from the boom on the mainsail before pitching into the harbour. Roxanne tries to chuck in a lifebuoy, finds it unfastened but still attached, so she throws in every cushion to hand, anything that would float. Meanwhile the boat is moving on at around eight knots.""She couldn't swim. That much was true.""I've always said, men don't teach their wives enough about boats and light aircraft. They rely on always being there.""I agree. Roxanne was believed.""Not by everybody." Bradfield sighed. "Even to mention the case to my darling wife is to get into a heated argument. Old Selwyn didn't believe her; the mother was the more vehement of the two. She never accepted the coroner's finding. We're both yachtsmen so we know what can happen. But Adam Chancellor's parents continued to hold their daughter-in-law guilty of some crime.""Maybe she was," Damon suggested. "She certainly acted strangely in the days that followed—not a sign of a tear, always dressed up to the nines. Not that that makes her guilty of anything. But the whole thing was a bit strange; I've read up on it all. The tragedy damn near split the city in two. But, whatever story Roxanne Chancellor told, it worked. As far as I'm concerned, more questions were asked than there were answers for."Bradfield stared down at his locked hands, as though they might hold the answer. "Speculation won't get us anywhere. It was years ago. Just about everyone has forgotten.""Not true, Marcus.""Why so judgemental?" Bradfield asked, not wanting to take the issue further. "The verdict is what counts. Jeff Emmett did the right thing—he adopted Roxanne's little daughter not long after they were married.""I'm sure Roxanne forced him into it. No love lost between her and the Chancellor family." Damon gathered up his briefcase. "Look, I'm out of here. It's been a long day." For some time now he had been the first to arrive and often the last to leave.Marcus cranked to his feet. He had put on a good deal of weight in the past few years, with his tailor gamely keeping pace. "Me, too. They mightn't have slung Roxanne into jail, as some in the family no doubt wanted, but she copped plenty of torture. You'll want to tell your client as soon as possible."Damon started to the door. "I intend to."Bradfield stayed him with a hand on his shoulder. "You're coming Saturday night?""Wouldn't miss it." Damon managed to sound enthusiastic when he didn't really want to go to Julie Bradfield's just-the-right-side-of-thirty birthday party."Every night I go down on my knees and pray my Julie finds a good husband," Marcus confided. One prayer stuck in the groove; Damon knew Marcus had his eye on him."And I'm sure she'll find one." Damon gave his boss a reassuring smile.As long as it's not me.He knew her address; one of the inner suburbs. She had moved out of the Emmett house as soon as she'd started university. He knew she was studying law, a good student who could do so much better if she put her mind to it. He had his sources at the university where he had graduated top of his class. Carol Emmett wasn't known as a party girl precisely, but the word was she was "wildly popular." She was certainly social. There was hardly a venue she visited where she wasn't photographed by what passed for the paparazzi. He knew her by her press coverage. She was ravishingly pretty, if pint-sized, with a mop of lustrous red curls, porcelain skin and brilliant blue eyes.It was his job to find her and as soon as possible.The unit Carol Emmett and two of her girlfriends were renting was part of a block of twenty. Most of the units were rented out to the better-heeled university students who knew they had to stick to certain rules or they'd be out the door. The block was in a good, mainly residential area with a small park nearby. There was security; that was good. He went up to the door and was about to press the button for apartment eight when two young women emerged from the lift. Their outfits—one of them was wearing a mega-short skirt exposing more than just her plump knees—indicated they were having a night out on the town. They gave him a giggling, comprehensive once-over. They would definitely know him again. He was a guy who stood out, not only for his height—six-two—his chiselled good looks, but his aura of success."Who are you looking for, handsome?" The cheekier of the two, the one with the plump knees, spoke, a bright, inquisitive expression on her face."Carol Emmett." He answered in a relaxed way, but it came out with in-built authority."Well, you can't be the cops!" Cheeky eyed his beautifully tailored Italian business-suit, the shirt, the tie, even the shoes on his feet."Certainly not. I come as a friend.""Ooh, lucky Caro!" she whistled, continuing to study him, her head tipped to one side. "Bit old for her, though, aren't you? Like, the guys Caro dates are our age."Was thirty old these days? How depressing. "So you do know her?""Course we do," the other girl chimed in. She was plain, with an extraordinary hot-pink streak in her dark spiked hairdo, no doubt to shift focus from an over-long nose. "She's our flatmate. You won't find her at home. She's out looking for Trace.""And Trace would be?""One of our mates," the cheeky one supplied, still eyeing him over. "Trace is always getting herself into trouble. Caro likes to keep an eye on her.""Any idea where she might have headed? I need to dis... Views: 17
Brandon Montgomery didn’t believe in soul mates until he met Spencer. For years, he watched his best friends, Jason and Becca, have the life that he’d always wanted. He wanted to find that special one. His soul mate. His forever. Now that Brandon and Spencer’s enemies are on trial for the kidnapping and attempted murder of Spencer, Brandon is focused on making her happy. Brandon wants Spencer to be his forever, but when an unexpected houseguest arrives and becomes a bad influence, will Spencer finally have enough of Brandon and leave him, or is their love strong enough to overcome every obstacle they’ll face? Views: 17
For four years, Grace Sullivan wrote to a Marine she never met, and fell in love. But when his deployment ended, so did the letters. Ever since that day, Grace has been coasting, academically and emotionally. The one thing she’s decided? No way is Noah Jackson — or any man — ever going to break her heart again. Noah has always known exactly what he wants out of life. Success. Stability. Control. That’s why he joined the Marines and that’s why he’s fighting his way — literally — through college. Now that he’s got the rest of his life on track, he has one last conquest: Grace Sullivan. But since he was the one who stopped writing, he knows that winning her back will be his biggest battle yet. Views: 17
#1 New York Times bestselling author Danielle Steel follows a talented and creative woman as she launches her first television series, helping to recruit an unforgettable cast that will bring a dramatic family saga to the screen. Kait Whittier has built her magazine column into a hugely respected read followed by fans across the country. She loves her work and adores her grown children, treasuring the time they spend together. But after two marriages, she prefers to avoid the complications and uncertainties of a new love. Then, after a chance meeting with Zack Winter, a television producer visiting Manhattan from Los Angeles, everything changes. Inspired by the true story of her own indomitable grandmother, Kait creates the storyline for a TV series. And when she shares her work with Zack, he is impressed and decides to make this his next big-budget project. Within weeks, Kait is plunged into a colorful world of actors and industry pros who will... Views: 17
Two men. One woman. Three hearts.Keegan and Erik gave Julianne half-a-million dollars to sleep with them. Both of them. It was only supposed to be one night. But none of them were ready to end it.After another night spent between the men, Julianne wonders if they can make a relationship work. Erik's scars, physical and emotional, are deep. Keegan battles a well of guilt that eats away at him.But Julianne is nothing if not determined. But can she keep fighting Erik's and Keegan's pasts to bring them into the future? Views: 17
With her blue-black
hair and striking green eyes, Cailin Jamenson is the epitome of beauty
and the exemplar of strength. She has fought the enforced boundaries of
being the lone Jamenson daughter and Redwood Pack princess, but it is
the potential future with the dark wolf in her path that threatens
everything she thought she desired. Logan Anderson’s own
darkness provided the reasoning for his abandonment of his former Pack,
the Talons. Now, newly accepted into the Redwood Pack, this jade-eyed
wolf and all she represents could be his own undoing. In this
final installment of the Redwood Pack, unimaginable tragedy strikes, and
the two wolves who have fought the longest for their independence now
face the uncertainty of fate and the epic battle that could end the war…
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