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A SCAR IN THE BONE
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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.


Pam Keener

1 comment posted.

Re: A Christmas Ball (9:51am September 21, 2009):

Good Morning Ladies. I cannot wait to read this book but I also want to savor it during the holidays and I am not sure I can wait that long *wink*.
In our household my Mom went all out for Christmas. We always got a ton of presents, which we opened on Christmas Morning, or so it seemed. The house & the tree were decorated with loving care. Our Christmas dinners were awesome as my Mom was an awesome cook. Of course if you needed a recipe you had to pay attention because she never used recipes. I sometimes thought she would try to throw us off by chatting about this and that and sneaking an ingredient. She wasn't that devious so I think it was innocent. I sure do miss my Mom. She died at 45 years old and somehow Christmas just wasn't the same after.
Love & Hugs,
Pam

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