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Touching stories for the shorter days of November

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Balancing a new relationship with the growing demands of financial success.


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Will they have a second chance at love? A new romantic comedy series, The Sweet Spot


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What does it take to win the heart of a duke?


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A gripping, emotional tale about real life magic that touches us all during the holiday season


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Welcomes to Haven Point, a small town full of big surprises that are both merry and bright


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When he begins the mating dance, her first instinct is to run.



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Perennials #1
The Wild Rose Press
July 2010
On Sale: July 1, 2010
Featuring: Sam Hanratty; Eddie Morgan; Iris Stanton
ISBN: 1601547544
EAN: 9781601547545
Kindle: B003V4B6JG
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Also by M. Kate Quinn:

Summer Iris, July 2010
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Excerpt of Summer Iris by M. Kate Quinn

The only time in my life that ever turned out like it does in the movies, of course, was now.

Eddie put the key into the lock, gave it a good hard twist and it opened easy as pie. Sadly I didn’t have a pie on me, because the look he gave me deserved a pie to be tossed right smack in his face.

As he handed the key back to me, he gave the keychain a look.

“Thank you,” I said, reaching for the key, which he did not immediately relinquish.

“You’re welcome,” he said, then read the inscription aloud, “the voice of the sea speaks to the soul.” Then he gracefully placed the keychain into my waiting palm. I did not comment.

“A special meaning of some kind?” he asked.

Oh, brother. I am not getting into a lengthy discussion with him. “It’s just a message from a friend.”

“Oh, a message from the friend that gave you the key?”

“Yes,” I said as he stepped away from the doorway.

“Well,” Eddie said with a devilish smile as he stepped off the front porch. “Tell your friend to spray that lock with a little WD-40 so it doesn’t stick when you want to open it.”

Oh, I intended to talk to my friend all right. I could not wait to tell Yvonne that her birthday cottage came with its very own gorilla.

Excerpt from Summer Iris by M. Kate Quinn
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