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Genieva Bankmans had willfully agreed to the arrangement. She had
given her word, and she would not dishonor it. Yet when she saw for
the first time the man whose advertisement she'd answered, she was
desperately intimidated. The handsome and powerful Brevan McLean
was not what she had expected-he was not the sort of man she had
reconciled herself to marrying.This man-the stranger whose name
Genieva now bore-was strong-willed, quick-tempered, and expectant
of much from his new wife. Brevan McLean did not deny that he had
married Genieva for practical reasons only. He merely wanted any
woman whose hard work would provide him assistance with the brutal
demands of farm life.Still, Genieva would learn there were far
darker things, grave secrets held unspoken by Brevan McLean
concerning his family and his land. Genieva Bankmans McLean would
find herself in the midst of treachery, violence, and villainy-and
her estranged husband deeply entangled in it.
Angelina Hunter was seriously minded, and it was a good thing. Her
father's ranch needed a woman who could endure the strenuous work
of ranch life. Since her mother's death, Angelina had been that
woman. She had no time for frivolity-no time for a less severe side
of life. Not when there was so much to be done-hired hands to feed,
a widower father to care for, and an often ridiculously
light-hearted younger sister to worry about. No. Angelina Hunter
had no time for the things most young women her age enjoyed. And
yet, Angelina had not always been so hardened. There had been a
time when she boasted a fun, flirtatious nature even more
delightful than her sister Becca's-a time when her imagination
soared with adventurous, romantic dreams. But that all ended years
before at the hand of one man. Her heart turned to stone...safely
becoming void of any emotion save impatience and indifference.
Until the day her dreams returned, the day the very maker of her
broken heart rode back into her life. As the dust settled from the
cattle drive which brought him back, would Angelina's heart be
softened? Would she learn to hope again? Would her long-lost dreams
become a blessed reality?
Cassidy Shea's life was nothing if not serene. Loving parents and a
doting brother provided happiness and innocent hope as life's
experience. Yes-life was blissful at Cassidy's beloved home,
Terrill. Still, for all Terrill's beauty and tranquility, ever
there was something intangible and evasive lurking in the shadows.
And though Cassidy wasted little worry on it, still she sensed its
existence-looming as a menacing fate bent on ruin. And when a dark
stranger appeared, Cassidy could no longer ignore the ominous
whispers of the secrets surrounding her. Mason Carlisle, an angry,
unpredictable man, materialized-with Cassidy's black fate at his
heels. Thus, thrust into a world completely unknown to her, Cassidy
found herself trapped, wandering in a labyrinth of mystery and
concealments. Serenity was vanquished-and with it her dreams. Yet
were the secrets-so cautiously kept from Cassidy-were they indeed
the cloth, the very flax from which her dreams were spun, from
which eternal bliss would be woven?
Journey through generations of adventure and romance as three
Marcia Lynn McClure favorites blend perfectly in The McCall Trilogy
The roundup begins with The Foundling (formerly released as Desert
Fire). She opened her eyes and beheld, for the first time, the face
of Jackson McCall... Posse up with the next generation of McCall
heroes inTo Echo the Past. Stripped of her heart's hopes and
dreams, she knew true loneliness-until an ordinary day revealed a
heavenly oasis in the desert-Michael McCall... And finally, ride
away to dreams come true with a modern-day McCall heroine in An
Old-Fashioned Romance. Life went along simply, if not rather
monotonously, for Breck McCall. She longed for something-something
that seemed to be missing... The McCall Trilogy ...a romantic
escape into cowboys, courtship, and kissing the way only Marcia
Lynn McClure can deliver
Beloved of her father, King Dacian, and adored by her people, the
Scarlet Princess Monet endeavored to serve her kingdom well-for the
people of the Kingdom of Karvana were good and worthy of service.
Long Monet had known that even her marriage would serve her people.
Her husband would be chosen for her, for this was the way of royal
existence. Still, as any woman does-peasant or princess-Monet
dreamt of owning true love-of owning choice in love. Thus, each
time the raven-haired, sapphire-eyed Crimson Knight of Karvana rode
near, Monet knew regret-for in secret, she loved him, and she could
not choose him. As an arrogant king from another kingdom began to
wage war against Karvana, Karvana's king, knights, and soldiers
answered the challenge. The Princess Monet would also know battle.
As the Crimson Knight battled with armor and blade, so the Scarlet
Princess would battle in sacrifice and with secrets held. Thus,
when the charge was given to preserve the heart of Karvana, Monet
endeavored to serve her kingdom and forget her secreted love. Yet
love is not so easily forgotten...
Sayler Christy knew chances were slim to none that any of her silly
little daydreams would ever actually come true-especially any
daydreams involving Mr. Booker, the new patient (the handsome,
older patient) convalescing in her grandfather's rehabilitation
center. Yet, working as a candy striper at Rawlings Rehab, Sayler
couldn't help but dream of belonging to Mr. Booker-and Mr. Booker
stole her heart-perhaps unintentionally-but with very little
effort. Gorgeous, older, and entirely unobtainable-Sayler knew Mr.
Booker would unknowingly enslave her heart for many years to
come-for daydreams were nothing more than a cruel joke inflicted by
life. All dreams-daydreams or otherwise-never came true. Did they?
An aristocratic birthright and the luxurious comforts of profound
wealth did nothing to comfort Fontaine Pratina following the death
of her beloved parents. After two years in the guardianship of her
mother's arrogant and selfish sister, Carileena Wetherton,
Fontaine's only moments of joy and peace were found in the company
of the loyal servants of Pratina Manor. Only in the kitchens and
servant's quarters of her grand domicile did Fontaine find
friendship, laughter and affection. The life of a wealthy orphan
destined to inherit loomed before Fontaine-a dark cloud of shallow,
arrogant associations-of aristocracy, void of simple joys-and void
of love. Still, it was her lot-and she saw no way of escaping. Yet,
one cold winter's night, a battered stranger appeared at the
servant's entrance, seeking shelter and help. He gave only his
first name, Knight-and suddenly, Fontaine found herself
experiencing fleeting moments of joy in life. Knight was handsome,
powerful-the very stuff of the legends of days of old. Though a
servant's class was his, he was proud, strong and even his name
seemed to validate his persona-and he blissfully distracted
Fontaine from her dull, hopeless existence. Still, there were
devilish secrets-strategies cached by her greedy aunt-and not even
the handsome and powerful Knight could save her from them. Or could
he? And if he did-would the truth force Fontaine to forfeit her
Knight, her heart's desire-the man she loved?
Libby smiled as she watched him drink from the mug of cocoa she'd
prepared for him. It was all so exciting-the renovation, the hope
of finding something hidden in the house that no one had ever found
before, the fact that the handsome contractor would be in and out
of her shop and her life for weeks to come. All of a sudden, Libby
felt a surge of rejuvenation course through her limbs, for she
loved when life brought unexpected pleasures. And seeing the likes
of him every day certainly would be a pleasure.
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