Thursday, 10 September 2015


Check out The Path by Tawdra Kandle, and All for Family by Oliva Hardin!

Abby Donavan came to the small beach community of Crystal Cove to start over. After a painful affair broke her heart and derailed her burgeoning career, taking over management for the just-opened bed-and-breakfast was the safe choice. In this sleepy town, Abby figured she could bury her memories and forget the pain. When the chance to have her own hotel falls into her lap, though, she can’t resist the temptation. Making the old Riverside Inn into the showplace she’s always dreamed of running offers the second chance she never expected. Abby didn’t expect another kind of second chance to land on her doorstep at the same time. Ryland Kent wants to help her bring the Riverside back to life, and his passion for restoration is irresistible. But as much as she wants to ignore it, she can’t help seeing another spark in his eyes . . . one that offers to reignite her own flame. Sometimes the path to a happily-ever-after is anything but smooth.
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Wedding bells will soon be ringing in the Rawley family, but gearing up for Van and Kay’s nuptials revives old insecurities for Kay’s sister-in-law Meg. When she learns that her ex-husband is asking for her from his hospital bed, Meg must confront the painful memories of her past. Family is everything for Jeremy Rawley. Most important is the one he and Meg created together. But their beginning was tangled in memories he wishes his wife could forget for good. A call from her past brings them back to a place he thought they’d never have to be again. Forgiveness may be the key, but the first step is finding the locked heart that needs it.
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Longing for a hot bath, Meg grabbed the untouched mail from the table on the way to her bathroom to turn on the water. A few moments later, clean clothes in hand, she entered the steamy room, undressed and sank into the near scalding water. All the muscles in her body squealed in relief as the tension eased out of them. She sighed, sat back and grabbed the mail.
When she flipped through and saw an envelope with a strange scrawl and a return address in Durma she gasped and leaned forward. Tossing all the other mail aside, she tore through that envelope. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her hands shook a little as she opened the neatly folded linen paper.

My Dear Meg,
I’m sure you’re surprised to get a letter from me. After I dropped you at your house that day, I took a moment to jot down your address. First, I feel the need to apologize. I think I might have been a cad the morning after our night together, and I want there to be no misunderstanding. I enjoyed every moment of that evening. All of it, and there is not a single regret except that I whisked you home too soon. The truth is that I was somewhat embarrassed by my own behavior. You called it a “hook-up”, but I’d like to think I’m a gentleman. And you are not the sort of woman who deserves that.
 It was fully my intention to write sooner, but traveling to the old world is never easy. My mother and sister also accompanied us on this trip, which added even more complication.
Hmm… that might sound worse than I intended. I meant no disrespect or malice to the ladies in my family. But I swear to you it cost just as much to ship all of their things as it did to ship them here. 
There are always lots of social engagements in Durma, and Kay enjoys them to excess. Thank goodness she’s too young to drink or no telling what sort of trouble she might get into. I sort of wish you could meet her. I’m really boring by comparison. 
I had a chat with a great uncle of mine, and he was telling me of the time he would exchange letters with his sweetheart and they would include special codes in the placement of the stamps. Have you ever heard of such a thing? But it was in this conversation that I decided to throw caution to the wind and send you this letter in the hopes that we could correspond as friends.
My father and I have a good many meetings and functions going on, but I’d very much like it if we could keep in touch. I enjoyed our short time together, Meg. And even though it was so short, somehow I miss you.
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