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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.


Suzanne Drews

1 comment posted.

Re: A Family Under the Christmas Tree (5:57pm November 4, 2016):

~ My favorite holiday food memory has to be the one
closest to my heart; baking holiday cookies and pies with
my mom and Nanny by my side. I started early as a 4 year
old. Mom would have everything set up in the kitchen and
a special place for me at the table. We didn't have a
fancy mixer and only a tiny kitchen but Mom always made
it work. We would measure out the ingredients and Mom
would always point out how the blue and white canister
set used to be her great grandma's. With my grandma, she
never had to measure anything and everything always
turned out perfect especially her apple fritters and
homemade donuts. Mom would let me peel apples, measure
out the flour and sugar and always let me lick the
beaters and spoons. Mom's homemade apple pie was the best
especially with the apple's we got from the apple
orchard. When I was little, Mom always let me have the
scraps of homemade pie dough to make my own little pie.
The smells that danced through the house on Christmas
week wrapped themselves around my heart, never to be
forgotten. ~

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