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Love, Danger, Homecomings & Heart β€” Your June Reading Escape Starts Here

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One disastrous night. One devastating man. One diabolical proposition.


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He’s stubborn. She’s tougher. His kid? Already picked the bride.


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A small-town second chance wrapped in danger, desire, and Sharon Sala heart.


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She came home to save the ranch… and found the cowboy she never forgot.


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From reality TV heartbreak to real-life reinvention.


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A missing twin. A deadly cartel. One K-9 team caught in the crossfire.


Mardi Gravestone by Sandy Semerad

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Also by Sandy Semerad:

A Message in the Roses, July 2014
Paperback / e-Book
Hurricane House, April 2011
Paperback / e-Book
Mardi Gravestone, December 2010
Paperback / e-Book

MARDI GRAVESTONE
By: Sandy Semerad

Books We Love
December 2010
On Sale: December 2, 2010
188 pages
ISBN: 1926965256
EAN: 9781926965253
Kindle: B004EYT9EQ
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Romance Suspense

If you had seen me on that day you would have said I was a hyper child, not the mother of a teenager. I couldn’t sit still, much less find a comfortable position in an unforgiving church pew.

I was nervous about meeting the President of the United States, and the harder I tried to focus on the questions I wanted to ask, the more fidgety I became.

I don’t recall how many times I checked myself in the mirror and redid the hair pins on my French twist. I do remember thinking about how my life had changed since Martha--the cemetery psychic--gave me the crystal necklace.

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