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Will amnesia offer a second chance for this couple and their baby? Find out, only from USA TODAY bestselling author Catherine Mann. 

After a car accident, Alaina Rutger can't remember her husband or their newly adopted baby. But her amnesia also means she's forgotten the disaster they made of their marriage. 

Her husband, Porter, knows he's made mistakes. Now he'll do whatever it takes to rebuild the family he nearly lost—even keep their near-divorce from his wife. This Christmas he'll convince Alaina to stay. But will a secret she's kept for years resurface and put them to the ultimate test? 

Enjoy a special Texas Cattleman's Club: Lies and Lullabies 

bonus prequel short story from Janice Maynard 

Reclaimed by the Rancher

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USA Today bestseller Catherine Mann has books in print in more than 20 countries with Desire, Romantic Suspense, HQN and other Harlequin lines. A five-time RITA finalist, she has won both the RITA and the Bookseller's Best Awards. Catherine resides in Florida with her aviator husband, their four children and a menagerie of pets. For more information, visit: http://catherinemann.com

In 2002 Janice Maynard left a career as an elementary teacher to pursue writing full-time.  Her first love is creating sexy, character-driven, contemporary romance.  She has written for Kensington and NAL, and is very happy to be part of the Harlequin family--a lifelong dream.  Janice and her husband live in the shadow of the Great Smoky Mountains.  They love to hike and  travel. Visit her at www.JaniceMaynard.com.

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Alaina Rutger was living her childhood dream—a family of her own. Her charismatic husband was driving her home from the hospital with their infant son strapped into a car seat. She had the perfect life.

If only she could remember the man who'd put the four-carat diamond wedding ring on her finger.

A man who called himself Porter Rutger. Husband. Father of her child. And a man who'd been wiped from her memory along with the past five years of her life.

She tore her eyes away from his broad shoulders and coal-dark hair as she sat in back with their baby. Her baby. Alaina tucked the monogrammed red blanket over the infant as he slept, one foot in a booty, the other in a cast that had begun the repair on his clubfoot.

Another person she didn't remember. Another heartbreak in her upside-down world. A week ago, she'd woken in the hospital with no memory of the man sitting by her bedside or of the blue bundle in the bassinet.

Waking up from a coma had felt a lot like coming to after the worst hangover ever, her head throbbing so badly she could barely move. But a quick look around showed her a hospital room rather than a bedroom.

And a hot man sleeping in the chair, his dark hair rumpled. His black pants and white button-down wrinkled.

Her own Doctor McDreamy? "Hello," she 'd croaked out, her throat raw for a sip of water.

McDreamy bolted awake quickly. "Alaina?" He blinked, scrubbed his hand across his eyes in disbelief, then shot to his feet. "

"Oh, God, you 're awake. I need to get the nurse."

"Water," she rasped out. "

"Please, a drink."

He thumbed the nurses' call button. "

"I don't know what the doctors will want. Maybe ice chips. Your IV has been feeding you. Soon, though, I promise, whatever you want, soon."

The nurses? Doctors? He wasn't Doc McDreamy? Then … "

"Who are you?"

He looked up from the control panel of buttons slowly, his eyes wide with disbelief. "

"Who am I?"

She pressed her fingertips to her monster headache. "

"I'm sorry, but I feel like hell. What happened?"

"

"Alaina… " He sank slowly into the chair, his voice measured, guarded. '"We were in a car accident."

"

"We?" She knew him?

"Yes," he said, leaning closer to cover her hand carefully. "Alaina, my name's Porter and I'm your husband."

The shock of that revelation still echoed through her.

Once the nurse and doctor had checked her over Porter had further explained they'd been in a car wreck a month prior, after picking up little Thomas from the adoption agency. Her husband… Porter. Porter Rutger. God, she still struggled to remember his name. Porter told her the baby had a birth defect and had spent the past month going through surgeries while she'd been in a coma from the accident.

Too soon, before she felt ready to handle this life she'd landed in, it was time to leave the hospital. She'd been told many first moms felt that way.

But not all new mothers had amnesia.

Her throat burned with bile and fears that hadn't abated since she'd woken from the coma a week ago thinking it was November, only to find it was December.

Five years later.

Five years of memories simply gone, pushed out of her head in the course of a month. Most devastating, she'd lost the four and a half years Porter had been in her life.

How was it that four weeks asleep could steal so much of her life? That coma had left her mind missing a substantial chunk of memories and yet her body felt 100 percent normal. She'd even been attracted to her stranger husband, so attracted that the aches and lethargy left over from her coma hadn't dulled the shiver of awareness she'd felt at the brush of his hands against her as he helped her from the hospital bed and into the car.

She swallowed hard and turned to look out the window at the rolling waves as the Mercedes traveled the Florida coastal road toward what Porter had told her was their beach mansion. They also owned a home in Tallahassee but they'd been closer to the beach home when picking up the baby, then having the wreck. Traveling with their infant son so fresh from surgery and her so recently out of a coma hadn't seemed wise. The doctors had advised they stay close for the short term at least.

Porter had quickly suggested they stay at their nearby vacation home. Apparently her tall, dark and studly husband was wealthier than Midas, thanks to his construction empire that won major contracts to build corporate structures around the country. They had no financial worries as she recovered, he'd told her. Another reason to be grateful.

But instead of gratitude, she could only feel fear at the imbalance of power between her and this man who was her husband. She was adrift with only the facts he told her about her past. No family since her parents were dead. No friends, other than people she apparently hadn't seen in five years, since her breakup from an abusive boyfriend. She'd cut herself off from everyone then.

Still, she was missing the months following that breakup, the months leading up to her meeting Porter. Falling in love with him. Marrying him. He said after they married, they'd moved to southeastern Florida, away from her hometown in North Carolina. She believed what he said, but wondered what parts he might not have mentioned. Men could be so brief in their explanations, leaving out details or emotional components a woman would find crucial.

Porter glanced in the rearview mirror, his brown eyes as dark as undiluted coffee full of caffeinated energy.

Jolt.

"Alaina, is everything all right?" he said, his Southern drawl muted by some experience in another region.

Something else she didn't know about him unless he told her.

What kind of answer did he expect from her? More of the same dodgy responses they'd given each other over the past week since she woke up? Guarded words spoken in front of doctors or said out of fear her fragile world might shatter into a somnolent fog again?

Each mile closer to a vacation home she couldn't recall stretched the tension inside her tighter until she snapped softly, "Did the doctor give you any more insight as to why can't I remember the past five years? Nearly a quarter of my life is just gone."

"The doctor spoke with you. He has an obligation to be honest with you. You're his patient." The man in the front seat who called himself her husband was unfailingly polite but lacked the kind of warmth that Alaina would have envisioned in a man she'd married.

Her husband.

What had made her choose this coolly controlled male for a mate? Another question she couldn't begin to answer. In spite of the spark that seemed to arc between them amidst the questions.

"I haven't forgotten that conversation. It was more of a rhetorical question because there are so many other things I don't understand." She glanced down at her sleeping son in his impossibly cute elf pajamas. "Such as, how could anyone forget a child this precious?"

Her heart swelled to look at Thomas, his tiny nose and Cupid's-bow mouth calling to her every maternal instinct. She'd always wanted children, dreamed of having a big family after growing up an only child. If she and Porter had been married for almost four years, what had made them wait to start their family?

"You'd only known him for a couple of hours before the accident." Porter turned onto a secluded drive where mammoth houses were hidden by manicured privacy hedges on one side, although she knew the other side opened to the water.

"The length of time shouldn't matter. He's a child, my child—" she paused, brushing her fingers across the top of an impossibly small and soft hand "—our child. That's life changing. A minute. An hour. A couple of hours. That should be burned in here." She tapped the front of her head.

"Even if your marriage wasn't?" he asked wryly.

Contrition nipped. This had to be tough for him, too. "I'm sorry. This can't be easy for you, either."

"You're alive and awake, more than I ever expected to have again." He said the emotional words with a harsh rasp as he guided the car along the palm tree-lined road. "I can deal with the rest."

"You make me feel as if I shouldn't be frustrated."

"Give yourself time." He kept both hands on the wheel, the late-day sunshine glinting off his Patek Philippe wristwatch. "You've been through a lot."

How did she know the brand of his watch but not know if the band on his ring finger had an inscription? But then, she remembered studying art history when she'd got her bachelor's degree. Recalled a love of finely made things and beautiful objects. Maybe that was why the watch resonated and the ring…nothing.

"What about you? What have you been through this past month? It must have been horrible, with a child in surgery and a wife in a coma."

"That doesn't matter," he said, his voice clipped. "I'm fine now."

Her mouth twitched with amusement as the car braked at a stop sign wrapped in garland. "Are you one of those men who's too tough to be vulnerable?"

His eyes met hers solemnly in the mirror. "I'm a man who thought he'd lost everything."

And just that fast, she felt her terrified heart melt a little for this stranger husband of hers. "You still have, in a way," she said sympathetically, "because of me and how I've lost any sense of us and our memories."

At the deserted intersection, he twisted to look over the seat at her, his elbow resting along the back and tugging his button-down shirt across his muscular chest. "You and our son are alive. That truly is what's most important to me."

There had been tension between them since she'd woken up in the hospital. He still held all the answers she couldn't access. But now, with the sincerity shining in his eyes, she wanted to hug him, ached to wrap her arms around him and have him do the same to her. Most of all, to have that feel familiar. She stretched a hand out to touch his elbow lightly—

A car honked behind them and she jerked her hand back. What was she thinking? Except for the few things he'd told her, she knew nothing about him or her or what kind of life they'd built together. Or what kind of future they might have because these events had changed them. Undoubtedly.

However for Thomas, she and Porter had to try for a level of peace between them. Could the Christmas spirit work a miracle for her family?

Shifting nervously in her seat, Alaina toyed with the reindeer baby rattle, gathering up her rapidly fraying nerve. "May I ask you questions about the past?"

"Why didn't you question more before?" He kept his eyes on the road this time.

In some ways maybe that made this conversation easier.

"Because…I was scared you wouldn't answer."

"What's changed?"

"We're not in the hospital. There are no doctors who make me do all the work thinking, insisting I should only remember what I'm ready to know. They kept asking me not to push to remember, but that's causing me even more stress, wondering." She needed to know. How could she be a real wife to Porter and a mother to Thomas if she didn't even know who she was or how they'd become a family?

"You trust me to answer truthfully?" He glanced back at her, his eyes darkening.

"What do you have to gain by lying?"

Now wasn't that a loaded question? One that called for total trust in a man she barely knew. But she had no other choice, not if she wanted to reconnect as a family. "How did we meet?"

"My firm was handling building an addition to a museum where you worked. You saw me flex my muscles and here we are."

He sure did have muscles, and if they'd enticed her half as much then as they did now she could see how he would have caught her attention. His humor made him even more appealing. "You're funny, after all, Porter."

"You think I don't have a sense of humor? You've wounded my ego."

"There hasn't been a lot of room for levity this week."

She'd been so damn scared in the hospital. Walking the halls at night when she couldn't sleep. Obsessively checking on the baby and praying she would remember something, anything from the past five years.

Most of all, wondering about the mysterious, handsome man who'd spent hours with her each day.

"True enough. Hopefully we can fix that. We have the whole holiday season to relax, settle our child and get to know each other again." Through the rearview mirror, he held her eyes with a determined intensity. "Because, make no mistake, I intend to remind you of all the reasons we fell in love in the first place."

His words made something go hot inside her, a mixture of desire and confusion and, yes, nerves. She swallowed hard. It didn't help. But even if she didn't remember it, this was her life. There was no choice but to push on. To regain her memories and her life.

And figure out just what this man—her husband—meant to her. Not just in the past. But now.

Porter Rutger had been through hell.

But for the first time in a long time he saw a way to climb back out.

His hands clenched the steering wheel as he drove his wife and son home from the hospital. The past month—worrying about how Thomas would recover from his first surgery for his clubfoot, wondering about possible hidden effects of the accident on the baby.

And all the while his wife had been in a coma.

Porter's jaw flexed as he studied the familiar beach road leading to the vacation home they'd chosen after their third in vitro failed. Before they'd adopted Thomas, their marriage had showed signs of fraying from years of struggling with the stresses of infertility.

He and Alaina had been in hell for a long time, even before the accident. He'd thought they'd hit rock bottom when they'd contacted a divorce attorney. They'd been so close to signing the divorce papers when the call came about a baby to adopt. A special-needs baby, difficult to place, an infant who required surgeries and years of physical therapy. While foster care would have provided the basics, the search for a home would have to start all over again if they backed out, leaving the baby adrift in the system.

They hadn't made the decision to adopt on a whim. They'd started the adoption process two years ago when the reality of infertility had become clear. Then they'd faced more heartache waiting. Their already strained marriage hadn't fared well under the added stress.

To this day, he couldn't remember which of them had asked for a divorce. The words had been thrown out during an argument and then taken root, growing fast, lawyers involved. It had damn near torn him apart, but their constant arguments had made it impossible to envision a future together bringing up the family they both wanted so much. Even marriage counseling hadn't helped.

They'd reached the end—and then the call had come about Thomas.

He and Alaina had put their differences aside to adopt the baby and stay together temporarily. Her soft, open heart had welcomed the baby from the second the call had come. Thomas needed them. That had cinched the deal for Alaina.

Then the accident happened and the possibility of losing her completely had made him want to shred the documents. Maybe he could have that family he wanted after all.

And he'd had no idea how quickly that little bundle in the back would steal his heart. He would do anything for his son. Anything.

While he would also do anything to have Alaina healthy, he couldn't ignore the fact that he had a second chance to win her over—for himself and for their son. This could be a fresh start, a way to work through all the pain they'd caused each other in the past.

Yes, he'd made mistakes in their marriage, but this was a new opportunity to build the family he'd always wanted. Growing up with a single-mom lawyer who worked all the time and husband-hunted during her hours off, he'd craved stability, love.

If he could only gain Alaina's forgiveness, or convince her that he was in it for the long haul this time, that he'd changed. Hell, if he could just make Alaina realize he wasn't the man he'd been a few weeks ago, then he could have the family he'd always dreamed of. The one they'd both wanted.

He'd never been one to procrastinate or waste time. He was a man of action.

And the stakes had never been more important than now.

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A Christmas Baby Surprise by Catherine Mann
By Madison W Fairbanks
A Christmas Baby Surprise by Catherine Mann

Alaina Rutger has lost five years of memories in an accident. She wants to trust her husband but something is holding her back.
Porter Rutger is grateful to have his wife healthy and recovering from the accident but he's not telling Alaina about the arguments and pending divorce in their past. He wants to make a fresh start and is determined to have her fall in love with him all over again.

It can be very difficult for a person to adequately express their feelings. To be careful not to hurt another person, topics and feelings can be skipped, glossed over and perhaps misled. This story is painful because Porter wants to start over and protect Alaina. At the same time he doesn't tell her things she needs to know. He doesn't tell her his feelings. He retreats and makes the same mistakes again. They both want to create a new family but they argue without getting go the heart of issues.
It's a romance in the end, so without spoiling it, they become close and begin to understand each other.
I did like the philanthropy throughout the story. They gave donations and scholarships to many different types of art concerns. Nice touch.

1 of 1 people found the following review helpful.
** Love Second Chances **
By NanaCav
This is a story about second chances. Alaina was in a car accident that wiped out her memory of the last five years. She has a hard time even remembering that Porter is her husband.

Trust and honesty are what is needed to help this couple come together. Sometimes Porter does the wrong thing for his own selfish reason and does more harm than good.

This is a great story with a HEA. Also included in this book was Reclaimed By The Rancher by Joyce Maynard. This novella I enjoyed very much.

Lucy and Jeff were almost married two years ago but the night before their wedding she saw Jeff kissing her best friend. She never let either one of them explain anything and spent the next two years wrought with anger over what Jeff had done to her.

But then she needs his help. Both claim they hate each other but don't forget there is a fine line between love and hate. This is a book you won't be sorry you pick up.

1 of 1 people found the following review helpful.
Fall in love for the first time.
By Blonde Betty
Catherine Mann’s latest, A Christmas Baby Surprise, gives readers a chance to remember what it was like to fall in love for the first time. When Alaina Rutger wakes up in a hospital room she has no memory of past five years. According to Porter, the man sitting next to her bed, they were in a car accident, are married and have just adopted a baby boy. As Alaina tries to regain her memory, Porter tried to win his wife a second time. Alaina and Porter’s relationship is a slow build. It is fun to watch them fall in love all over again. The loss of her memory provides a nice point of conflict that is resolved well by the end. If you are a fan of first love, this is a book for you.

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With his father's rodeo legacy to continue and a prosperous spread to run, Walker Parrish has no time to dwell on wrecked relationships. But country-western sweetheart Casey Elder is out of the spotlight and back in Parable, Montana. And Walker can't ignore that his "act now, think later" passion for Casey has had consequences. Two teenage consequences!

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Walker Parrish, wedged into the middle of a third-row pew, with old ladies wearing gauzy hats and floral dresses packed in tightly on either side, risked a glance up at the church ceiling, just to make sure it wasn't fixing to fall on his head. He resisted a nervous urge to loosen his tie—for him, like churchgoing, tie wearing was reserved for funerals and weddings. This occasion, fortunately, fell into the latter category.

The small sanctuary seemed charged with excitement; folks chatted in whispers, the organist was tuning up for the wedding march, and the groom, Sheriff Boone Taylor, stood tall up front, just to the right of the simple altar, looking eager and scared shitless, both at the same time. Like the majority of men around Parable, Montana, Boone lived in jeans, cotton shirts and boots most of the time, and he looked a few degrees past uncomfortable in his rented tux.

Hutch Carmody and Slade Barlow, half brothers and Boone's closest friends, stood up with him, hardly recognizable in monkey suits of their own. Both married men, and cowboys to the core, they kept an eye on Boone, as if ready to catch him by the elbows if his knees buckled, but wry grins twitched at the corners of their mouths, too. They were enjoying this, most likely figuring that if they'd had to get up in front of the whole county and plight their troths, Boone shouldn't be spared the ordeal, either.

Walker fixed his gaze on Hutch, remembering the last time he'd set foot in this tiny church—a June day, much like this one, with birds chirping in the trees and warm breezes sweeping up the aisle from the open doors of the entryway—and felt the hinges of his jaws lock down. Back then, almost two years ago now, Hutch had been the bridegroom, not best man. And Walker's kid sister, Brylee, the only blood kin he could—or would—rightly claim, had been the bride, shiny-eyed and full of bright hopes, wearing the kind of gown women start dreaming about when they're little girls.

Just when the organ cue sounded, on that other day, the bridesmaids having already taken their places up front, as endlessly rehearsed, and Walker had swung one foot forward to march Brylee between the rows of pews jammed with people, Hutch had suddenly broken rank with Boone and the minister and walked midway down the aisle, where he stopped.

"Hold it," he'd said in a sheepish but nonetheless determined tone.

He'd stopped the wedding, called it off, right then and there, shattering Brylee's fairy-tale dreams and maybe souring her forever on the subject of marriage.

While a part of Walker had been relieved—he'd never thought Brylee and Hutch Carmody were a good fit—the memory of his sister's humiliation still stung like a thistle stuck in his hide. If he hadn't been so busy trying to keep Brylee from doing something stupid, he'd have punched Carmody in the mouth, church or no church.

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The Reverend Walter Beaumont was officiating, and he took his place, book in hand, resplendent in maroon robes and a long gold scarf of some kind. Most times, the preacher dressed Western, like most everybody else, but today he looked as serious as an Old Testament prophet about to lower the boom on a gathering of unrepentant sinners. He looked like Morgan Freeman and sounded like James Earl Jones, so everybody got ready to listen.

Beaumont cleared his throat.

The organist struck the first rousing chord, and the congregation settled in to watch the show. Walker suspected some of them were, like him, wondering if history was about to repeat itself. The thwarted Carmody-Parrish wedding was, around Parable County, anyhow, the stuff of legend.

Tara Kendall's twin stepdaughters, now living with her, were barely teenagers and served as flower girls, happily scattering rose petals in their wake as they fairly danced up the aisle, both of them beaming and obviously enjoying the attention of the guests.

Joslyn Barlow, married to Slade and in a noticeably advanced state of pregnancy, soon followed, wearing an elegant lavender maternity dress and carrying a bouquet of multicolored flowers in both hands.

Walker noted the electric look that passed between Joslyn and her husband as she took her place opposite the three men dressed like tall, rangy penguins.

Kendra Carmody, Hutch's beloved—the woman he'd thrown Brylee over for—came next, sleek and classy in pale yellow and also carrying the requisite flowers.

Hutch winked at her when she came to a stop beside Joslyn, and a fetching blush pinked her cheeks.

Next to join the march were Boone's two young sons, wearing suit jackets and slacks and little bow ties. Each of them carried a satin pillow with a gold wedding band nestled in the hollow, and the smaller boy stopped a couple of times along the way, seeming to forget the procedure. He showed the ring he was carrying to Opal Dennison, and she smiled and gently steered him back on course.

This brought an affectionate twitter from the assembly, and the clicks of several phone cameras slipped in between the notes of organ music.

Walker grinned as the older boy finally backtracked and herded his little brother the rest of the way.

Then it sounded, the loud, triumphant chord signaling the imminent approach of the bride. Walker felt a pang, again reminded of Brylee's ill-fated wedding, but the truth was, he was glad for Boone and glad for Tara Kendall, too.

Widowed several years before, Boone had been one of the walking wounded for a long time, doing his job but clearly unhappy. He was a good sheriff and a fine man, and Walker liked him.

The bride, a glamorous city slicker hailing from the Big Apple, had come to Parable some time before, reportedly to reinvent herself after a nasty divorce. It had been a while before Boone and Tara got together, considering that they'd evidently disliked each other on sight, but they'd finally gotten past all that. And, wisely, Walker thought, they'd agreed on a fairly long courtship, just to make sure.

And now their big day was finally here.

There was a churchwide shuffle as the guests rose, turning to watch the bride start what probably felt like the longest short walk of her life.

Boone's brother-in-law, Bob, escorted Tara, but he was pretty much lost in Tara's glow. She looked like an angel bride in her billowing lacy dress, and her smile was clearly visible behind the rhinestone-studded netting of her veil, as were the happy tears sparkling in her eyes.

Walker felt a catch in his throat, wishing her and Boone well without reservation, but at the same time wanting that kind of joy for his disillusioned kid sister. She'd been invited to this shindig, right along with him, but Brylee stayed away from weddings these days. She stayed away from too many things, in his opinion, working crazy hours, too worn-out to say much when she did turn up, long after all her employees had called it a day and gone home. Even then she immediately retreated to her apartment in the main ranch house, her rescued German shepherd, Snidely, following devotedly at her heels.

Realizing he'd gone woolgathering, which was unlike him, Walker was a little startled when Casey Elder appeared beside the organist, music sheet in hand. She wore a blue choir robe and almost no makeup, and her shoulder-length red hair, usually tumbling around her face in spirals, had been pinned up into a sedate knot at her nape.

Inwardly, Walker allowed himself a grim, silent chortle.

This was a side of Casey he'd rarely if ever seen, despite the tangled and chaotic history they shared. She could still pack arenas and major concert halls, even after fifteen years as a professional entertainer, and she'd never recorded a song that hadn't gone straight to number one on all the charts and ridden there for weeks on end. Her videos were legendary, full of fire and smoke and color, and she was as famous for her flashy style as she was for her voice, always astounding in its power and range. A thing that spread its wings and took flight, soaring like a soul set free.

Onstage or on camera, she wore custom-made outfits so bejeweled that she glittered like a dark Montana sky full of stars, a one-woman constellation, and between her looks and the way she sang, she took every member of every audience captive and held them spellbound until the moment she retreated into the wings after the last curtain call. Even then, the magic lingered.

Walker wondered if Casey's legions of fans would even recognize her the way she looked today, all prim and well scrubbed. He shook off the riot of reactions he felt whenever he encountered this woman, up close or at a distance, and kept his face impassive when she started to sing.

She'd written the song, all about promises and sunrises and sticking together no matter what, especially for Boone and Tara. The organ played softly in the background, a gossamer thread of sound supporting that amazing voice.

By the time she finished, the old ladies on either side of Walker were sniffling happily into their lace-trimmed hankies, and Walker felt the need to blink a couple of times himself.

Casey retreated as swiftly and silently as a ghost, and the ceremony began.

The truth was, most of it was lost on Walker. He sat there in a daze, Casey's song reverberating inside him like a sweet echo.

Boone moved to stand tall and proud beside his bride, and the reverend began his speech.

Vows were exchanged, promises made, and the light of Boone's and Tara's separate candles bonded into a single flame, strong and steady, barely flickering. They slipped rings onto each other's fingers, their faces shining.

Walker, a man in a daze, took it all in, like a dream, with Casey's remarkable voice for a sound track.

The reverend pronounced them man and wife in a tone of rumbling jubilance, and Boone gently raised Tara's veil, smoothed it back and kissed her with a tenderness that struck even Walker's tough cowboy heart like the plucking of a fiddle string.

The organ erupted again, joyous thunder, startling Walker out of the spell Casey had cast over him, and Mr. and Mrs. Boone Taylor came down the aisle together, both of them beaming, cheers breaking out all around them.

Patiently, Walker waited for the guests to file out into the afternoon sunshine, scented with flowers and new-mown grass and fresh asphalt, glad the wedding was over and equally glad he'd put on scratchy duds and shown up.

Now all he had to do was put in an appearance at the reception, eat a little cake, shake Boone's hand and kiss Tara's cheek, nod to this person and that one, and make a subtle escape. The to-do, which would probably resemble a small circus, was to be held in Casey's massive backyard, about the last place Walker wanted to hang out, but there was no avoiding it, since he was representing Brylee as well as himself. If he was lucky, he might manage to steal a moment or two with Clare and Shane while steering clear of their mother.

Clare and Shane. Casey's children.

His children.

Finally reaching his truck, a big rig with an extended cab and plenty of horsepower for hauling trailers loaded with rodeo stock, Walker swung up into the driver's seat and immediately dispensed with his tie, which was starting to feel like a noose.

The road in front of the church was plenty crowded, and it took a while to get into the flow of traffic, all headed toward Casey's mansion on Rodeo Road.

Walker spotted the nuptial limo up ahead and smiled in spite of his increasing case of the jitters, because Boone's and Tara's heads and shoulders were sticking up through the open sunroof, and both of them glowed as if they'd had sunshine for breakfast. It was good to be reminded that that kind of happiness was possible, short of heaven itself. With one broken marriage behind him, besides his long and tempestuous relationship with Casey, Walker tended toward skepticism when it came to love and romance. The kind that lasted, anyhow.

A mild glumness overtook him as he drove at a parade pace, and he was tempted, more than once, to zip out of the procession onto a side street, head home to his horses and his bulls and his regular clothes, and skip the whole second act. If only he hadn't been cursed with a single-minded—some would say cussed—nature, the kind that compelled a man to do what he thought was right, whether that happened to be his personal inclination at the time or not.

So he endured, pushing on until the line of cars and trucks finally snaked onto Rodeo Road, and Casey's house loomed ahead, big as a mountain. He found a parking spot—no small feat in itself—and walked two blocks to the mouth of the long white-gravel driveway, blending in with the wedding guests and the throng of new arrivals who wouldn't have fit inside the church.

Everybody was dressed up in their best, toting wrapped presents and covered casseroles and flowers cut from their gardens.

Walker felt a little self-conscious, showing up empty-handed, but that passed quickly. Brylee had taken care of the gift-giving end of things, signing his name and her own to the card, and whatever she'd sent was sure to be just right for the occasion.

Rounding the side of the house with the others, Walker was amused to see that he'd guessed right— Casey's yard did indeed have a carnival-like atmosphere, with paper lanterns strung on every branch of every tree, a silver fountain flowing with chocolate instead of water, a massive canvas canopy arching above a couple of dozen tables. There was a bandstand, too, a temporary dance floor, an open bar and, incredibly, a genuine carousel for the little ones.

Obviously, this party would go on long after Boone and Tara had cut the cake, posed for the pictures, danced the customary waltz and lit out on their weeklong honeymoon. Rumors varied as to the destination—Vegas, Honolulu and Cabo were all in the running—but the bride and groom were keeping that information to themselves.

In a town where almost everybody knew everybody else's business, folks kept what secrets they could. Walker was taking in the Casey-like spectacle of the whole setup when Shane turned up, handsome in his slacks and white dress shirt, though he'd gotten rid of his tie and suit jacket at some point. At thirteen, the boy was growing up fast—every time Walker saw him, he was a little taller, or his feet were a size bigger, or both.

"Hey, Walker," Shane greeted him, grinning. While his sister resembled Casey, with her auburn hair, milky complexion and green eyes, Shane looked pretty much the way Walker had at his age. Strange that nobody seemed to notice that and put two and two together.

"Hey," Walker replied. "Looks like this is going to be quite a party."

Shane nodded. "Mom's going to sing later," he said, "and the whole town could live for a year on the food the caterers are setting out."

Walker's throat tightened. He was tough, raised a ranch kid, no stranger to hard work or hard knocks, but hearing Casey sing at the wedding had nearly dropped him to his knees, figuratively, anyhow. Listening to her repertoire of greatest hits might just kill him.

"I can't stick around too long," he said, his voice coming out gruff. "I've got things to do out at the ranch—" He fell silent then, because of the way Shane's face fell. Although the kid probably had no clue that Walker was his biological father—Casey had made sure of that—there had always been a bond between him and Shane just the same. Walker was the avuncular family friend, the guy who usually turned up for Thanksgiving dinners, birthdays and sometimes Christmas. Casey refused to accept child support, but Walker had been putting away money for his son and daughter for years just the same.

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14 of 14 people found the following review helpful.
4.5 star read
By K. Branfield
Big Sky Summer is another delightfully sweet installment in Linda Lael Miller's Parable series. I have been eagerly awaiting Casey's story and it was well worth the wait!

Casey Elder's long ago decision to keep the identity of her children's father a secret comes back to haunt her when Walker Parrish wants to take more of an active role in his kids' lives. Both Casey and Walker have come to regret their agreement to relegate him to the role of "family friend". While son Shane is thrilled to learn Walker is his father, daughter Clare is angry and resentful at being lied to over the years. In an effort to minimize publicity and make the transition easier on Shane and Clare, Casey and Walker agree to a marriage of convenience.

Youth and immaturity played a role in Casey and Walker's original decision to lie about Shane and Clare's paternity. Was Casey selfish to put her career first? Absolutely. But she did a great job keeping Clare and Shane's lives as normal as possible and when she realized it was time to give them a more stable life, she stopped touring and moved to Parable to be near Walker. With a little introspection, Walker comes to the realization that he could have been more proactive about the situation with Casey and the kids. While he may have taken the easy way out not fighting for custody or visitation, Walker is actively involved in their lives.

Casey's marriage to Walker becomes a turning point for her. She finally works through her unresolved issues from childhood. Casey also goes through a bit of an identity crisis as she tries to decide what direction her career is going to take next.

The plot of Big Sky Summer is a little far-fetched, but I could easily put aside my skepticism and enjoy the overall story. Linda Lael Miller has an uncanny ability to create sympathetic, likable characters that I become emotionally invested in and genuinely care how they are going to overcome their problems.

Big Sky Summer is another wonderful addition to the Parable series and old and new fans will enjoy this heartwarming romance.

I received a complimentary copy for review.

8 of 9 people found the following review helpful.
Amazing book!
By The Romance Reviews
BIG SKY SUMMER is book # 4 in the Swoon-Worthy Cowboy series. I've read and enjoyed each book and loved this one as well. I sure do love sexy cowboys and Linda Lael Miller books. Most of all, I liked catching up with everyone from the previous books. In fact, this one opened with the wedding of Sheriff Boone Taylor and Tara Kendall.

Cowboy rancher Walker Parrish had a past relationship with country music sweetheart, Casey Elder, that produced two secret children. Not so much a secret, just who the father was. Just to put it out there, I didn't agree with Casey's reason for hiding the truth, or the way she went about it. It wasn't fair that he had to settle for playing the family friend to his own kids when he wanted to be their dad. Just so she could have her singing career. Naw, I didn't buy that at all. But the truth finally came out and Casey and Walker had to deal with the fallout. The kids are understandably hurt. They've got some family issues and a lot of resentment to work through.

This romance was sweet and the love scenes were relatively clean. Wonderful characters that included a good looking cowboy hero and a strong heroine. It had a great setting with a warm sense of community and family that I loved. An engaging story that made me fall in love with the people in it. I wanted to get to know them and find out what was going on in their lives.

Another amazing book from one of my favorite authors.

Four stars and highly recommended.

Reviewed by Debra Taylor
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
Messy, heartwarming and romantic
By Jonetta (Ejaygirl)
I really like this series and like it a lot. It centers around a few men and women in the town of Parable, Montana who individually landed here through one circumstance or another. Each has had issues from their past resurface to create obstacles for romance in the present. There is one constant, however...some of the most delectable cowboys west of the Mississippi River.

The Set Up
In this fourth book, Casey Elders, a red-haired, feisty Country & Western singer recently bought a home in Parable. The plan was to give her children, 14-year old Clare and 13-year old Shane, a place to call home after being on the road touring all their lives. She chose this city because it's where Walker Parrish's ranch is located. He's their father but no one knows that, including her children, and Walker is fed up agreeing to keep a secret he never wanted a part of.

The Issues
How do you explain to your children that the family friend they've adored is really their father? Especially since having a father and a family has always been their dream. Walker and Casey have a turbulent history but the weight is on Casey for creating the obstacles in their romance and the lie.

What Worked
Casey and Walker's relationship was complex, steamy (never had issues between the sheets) and uneasy. She was all about maintaining her independence and Walker was such the confident cowboy he reduced her to a puddle with just a smile. Their kids were pretty interesting, too, and their differing reactions to the news complicated the story even more. The downside of celebrity is also presented, shining a light on issues that never occurred to me and the impact on their daily lives. The couples from the earlier stories appear here with updates on their situations and, although they really don't have substantive roles to speak of, it added to the enjoyment.

What Didn't Work Quite So Well
Casey frustrated me quite a bit. While her rationale for hiding the children's paternity was logical, it didn't fit the man Walker was defined to be and she was stubborn to a fault. And, his passivity was annoying at times and seemed out of character.

Bottom Line
Loved the story, Casey and Walker as a couple and parents, their children and the conflicts. Everyone involved paid a price for the decisions Casey made and no one gets off easy. When they come together as a family, it's messy, heartwarming and romantic. The bonds between the friends make this series special, along with the Western scene and culture as a foundation. Loving it. I'm ready for Brylee!

(I Received an ARC from NetGalley)

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A Callahan And A Cash—Forever? 

Sawyer Cash pregnant? With twins? The fiery-haired bodyguard who had secretly shared Jace Callahan's bed  just rocked his world. The only solution is a quickie Vegas wedding. Then it's back to Rancho Diablo, where Jace can keep an eagle eye on his bride and babies-to-be while waging war against the Callahan nemesis hell-bent on stealing his land. 

Jace knows Sawyer thinks she's only brought him trouble. She wanted to catch a Callahan and now she and their baby boy and girl are right in the line of fire. But doesn't Sawyer know she's the only woman for him, even if her family might be in the enemy camp? With things reaching a boiling point, Jace vows to fight for his family's future as only a Callahan can!

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Jace Chacon Callahan stared back at the petite fireball glaring at him. Sawyer Cash was his nemesis, his nightmare, the one woman that could keep him awake at night, racked by desire. Her killer body and haunting smile stayed lodged in his never-at-rest brain. And now here she was, red hair aflame and blue eyes focused, oblivious to the fact that his mind was never quite free of her. "You're the bidder who won me at the Christmas ball?" Jace demanded.

Sawyer shrugged. "Don't freak out about it. Someone had to bid on you. I was just trying to contribute to your aunt Fiona's charity. Are we going to do this thing or not?"

He seemed to be locked in place, thunderstruck. For starters, Sawyer was telling a whopper of a fib. There'd been plenty of ladies bidding a few weeks ago for the chance of winning a dinner date with a Callahan bachelor, which happened to be him.

But what had him completely poleaxed was that the little darling who had such spunk—and whatever else you wanted to call the sass that made her an excellent bodyguard and a torture to his soul—was that Sawyer was quite clearly, this fine February day, as pregnant as a busy bunny in spring.

In a curve-hugging, hot pink dress with long sleeves and a high waist, she made no effort to hide it. Taupe boots adorned her feet, and she looked sexy as a goddess, but for the glare she wore just for him.

A pregnant Sawyer Cash was a thorny issue, especially since she was the niece of their Rancho Diablo neighbor Storm Cash. The Chacon Callahans didn't quite trust Storm, yet in spite of that fact they'd hired Sawyer to guard the Callahan kinder.

But then Sawyer had simply vanished off the face of the earth, leaving only a note of resignation behind. No forwarding address, a slight he'd known was directed at him.

Jace knew this because for the past year he and Sawyer had had "a thing," a secret they'd worked hard to keep completely concealed from everyone.

He'd missed sleeping with her these past months. Standing here looking at her brought all the familiar desire back like a screaming banshee.

Yet clearly they had a problem. Best to face facts right up front. "Is that why you went away from Rancho Diablo?" he asked, pointing to her tummy.

She raised her chin. "Are we going on this date or not? Although it won't surprise me if you back out, Jace. You were never one for commitment."

Commitment, his boot. Of his six siblings, which consisted of a sister and five brothers, he'd been the one who'd most wanted to settle down, maybe even return to his roots in the tribe. By now he'd been fighting the good fight for Rancho Diablo for such a long time he never thought about living anywhere but here, or at least no farther away than the land across the canyons, which his brother Galen had shocked them all by acquiring, in a direct assault on Aunt Fiona's marriage raffle for the property.

The siblings thought Galen had cheated, or at least "rigged" the ranch deal in his favor. Jace and Ash hadn't had a chance to marry and have babies, all prerequisites for Fiona's ranch raffle. Ash was still steamed as heck with her big brother, Galen, whom she adored—although not when it came to acquiring the ranch she'd already named Sister Wind Ranch, which was actually called Loco Diablo by him and his brothers.

Jace wanted the land for himself, but he'd never pushed hard enough to find a lady with whom he could settle down and start a family, a necessary component of the marriage raffle. He'd been too busy chasing Sawyer night and day—or, to be more precise, letting himself get caught by her.

He gazed at her stomach again, impressed by the righteous size to which she'd grown in the short months since he'd last seen her—and slept with her.

He wished he could drag her to his bed right now.

"I'm your prize, beautiful," he said. "No worries about that. But before we go, you're going to admit whether that child you're carrying is mine or not." He wouldn't be able to eat a bite, thinking about another man finding his way into Sawyer's sweet bed. Jace broke into an uncomfortable sweat just imagining someone else with his adorable darling.

"I'm hungry, and in no mood to chat." Sawyer turned to walk away, and he caught her hand to stop her, pulling her toward him. That she was avoiding the topic told him everything he needed to know.

"It's my baby," he stated quietly, his gaze pinning hers. "Don't deny it."

"I'm not."

Her perfume wrapped around him; her heart-shaped lips were close enough to kiss. His ears rang with her admission, and Jace struggled to take in that he'd awakened this frosty February morning in Diablo, New Mexico, a free man—and would go to bed a caught man, and a father. "You're having my baby?"

She gazed at him with those blue eyes that had long intoxicated him, even though he knew she was sexy trouble. "I'm having your babies."

If he hadn't been such a strong person, a man of steel forged by fire, as he frequently told himself, he'd have raised an eyebrow with surprise. "Babies?"

"Twins. One boy, one girl, if the doctor's correct."

Stunned was too gentle a word for the emotion searing him. The vixen who'd avoided him these past four months, not even letting him know where she was—who'd made him believe he was never going to hold her in his arms again—was the sin to which he was now tied.

His family was going to razz him a good one—and they weren't going to toss confetti in congratulations. They'd say he'd gone over to the dark side, had slept with the enemy's niece.

Hell, yeah, I did. And she's having my children.

I'm on top of the world, even if I'm going to Hell.

Sawyer Cash grew wary as the handsome cowboy she'd spent months dreaming about steered her toward his truck. She didn't like the sudden glint in his eye when he'd realized she was pregnant with his children—and she knew the Callahans well enough to know that a glint in the eye meant their wild side was kicking in. "Where are we going?"

"On the date you bid for and won, darling. Be a lamb and hop in my truck," Jace said, opening the door for her.

She'd always love the wild in Jace Chacon Callahan. His eyes were that navy color all the Callahan men had, but his were both a little distant and a little crazy. His hair was always tousled, dark strands going haywire except when tamed by a cowboy hat. Even his laugh was a bit wild, tinged with the devil-may-care attitude that most of the Callahan men possessed.

She'd always been attracted to Jace—but right now he made her nervous.

"Since I won you, I get to pick the date parameters, right? I mean, I paid for something."

He smiled, slow and sexy, heating her with memories of snatched passion they should never have shared. "Whatever you want, little darling. Now slide in so I can buckle you up good and tight."

Warnings howled in her psyche. She didn't like anything about his sudden determined mood. "There's a cute little restaurant in Tempest we could check out."

"Tempest." He buckled her in with care and stared into her eyes, just inches from her face. "It's a funny thing, but the night of the Christmas ball, all I learned about the woman who won me was that she was from Tempest."

"At the time I bid, I was working for your brother Galen in Tempest," she said, a little breathless at the devilish look in Jace's eyes. "At Sheriff Carstairs's place. You know about what happened there."

He had to have heard about the night Sawyer and her cousin Somer had taken shots at each other, quite by accident. Hired by Galen, Sawyer had been doing her job—and Jace hadn't had any idea she was only a short truck ride away in Tempest, which was how she'd wanted it.

All the same, it had been hard not to drive "home" to Rancho Diablo to see him. But she'd known that to see Jace meant falling under his spell and into his arms.

She'd done far too much of that. Obviously.

"You covered your tracks real well." He checked her seat belt again and she smacked his hand away, making him laugh in a throaty, teasing growl. He was just itching to get on her nerves in every way, and he was certainly succeeding. "Disappeared for months, then took a job with Galen, which I consider a bit traitorlike on your part. Then deliberately won me at Aunt Fiona's auction. As I recall, the bidding went sky-high that night. I, the last Chacon Callahan bachelor to be on the block, fetched the highest price ever. Which you paid, and no one twisted your arm at all."

She couldn't look away from the knowing laughter in his eyes. "You're a bit of an ass, Jace."

"Yes, ma'am." He closed the door, went around to the driver's side. She could hear him guffawing with delight at her admission that she wanted him.

Well, she had wanted him, and she had paid a record amount for him at the Christmas ball, determined that no other woman should win him that night, not when she'd just learned she was pregnant. Five thousand dollars had gone to Fiona's favorite charity, thanks to her sexy nephew. Jace's aunt had no idea how many times Sawyer had fallen under Jace's spell, seduced by the hot cowboy with a wicked penchant for frequent, enthusiastic lovemaking.

She couldn't even comfort herself with the thought that he was a dud of a lover, or lacked the skills or attributes a female adored. No, he was pretty much perfect as a lover. And darn well aware of it, too. "So, we'll head to Tempest for dinner?"

He started the truck, pulled out from the driveway at Rancho Diablo, where she'd agreed to meet him as his mystery date. "Sure, we can eat there. But not tonight. Tonight, we're going to take a romantic drive." He glanced over at her. "You cute little thing, trying to sneak up on me with this surprise pregnancy. You didn't have to win me at the auction just to tell me about the babies. I would've married you even if you hadn't bid for me. You could have had me for free."

He was so arrogant! "I did not want, and do not want, to marry you. Put that right out of your insane mind."

Apparently Jace thought her words were a real thigh-slapper. Sawyer's brows drew together in a frown as he laughed. "Something funny?" she asked.

"Reverse psychology is an excellent tool." He glanced over and stroked her cheek. "You didn't pay five grand just to have dinner with me, doll face."

He was insufferable. Why had she bothered to try to keep another woman from getting her manicured hands on him?

Sawyer should have thrown him to the wolves with a smile on her face.

"Jace, tonight is about dinner only. I've lived without you just fine for the first several months of this pregnancy, and I can continue to do well on my own. I suggest you try to grasp that. While you and I may have some parenting details to work out, there'll be no resumption of our former relationship."

"Could you classify that former relationship for me?"

He was definitely digging down to find his deepest layer of smart-ass. "Working professionals with benefits. You know that as well as I."

"And now that you're pregnant, those benefits are no longer beneficial?"

She could hear the smirk in his voice. "That's right."

He hit the main road, but they weren't heading for Tempest. "I believe you went the wrong way," Sawyer stated.

"I'm going the only way we need to go," Jace said. "You and I are taking a side trip to Vegas. We're going to give my children my name. Then if you want to sleep alone, that's your choice. I won't fight you about that. But being a father to my children, Sawyer, I will fight for." He glanced at her, his smile slightly amused. "I'm a pretty good fighter."

She knew that. All the Callahans were stubborn, steeped in loyalty to family and land. It was one of the reasons she'd fallen in love with Jace. Now he wanted to marry her, have a quickie wedding to seal the torrid love affair they'd shared under the family radar. She was a Cash and he was a Callahan, and the two were never supposed to meet on more than a professional basis.

"We can do this without marriage," Sawyer said a bit desperately as he sped toward Vegas. "We can divide custody with the use of legal instruments instead of a marriage ceremony."

"We've come this far, we may as well go all out. My family's going to flip out when they find out I've.. " He hesitated, then glanced at her with a grin. "That I'm having children."

"That you've impregnated the enemy?" She glared at him. "I can't think of a worse reason to get married."

"I can't, either, but we're apparently past needing a reason and are moving swiftly on to cause. Those children deserve a proper start in life. That's all there is to this, Sawyer Cash. Don't feel guilty because you've worked your wiles on me, and are finally getting what you wanted all along, when you made your way into my bed."

"Not your bed." Not with the furtive lovemaking they'd enjoyed. There'd been nothing traditional about their stolen moments together.

"Doesn't matter if it was truck bed, front seat, barn, canyon or Rancho Diablo roof. We misused ye olde condom somehow, and now the piper must be paid."

She rolled her eyes. "About that time on the roof."

"You said you wanted to see the stars. I believe we achieved your goal."

He really was an insufferable jackass, quite confident that his lovemaking was the endall to a woman's dreams, the gold buckle of mind-blowing sex.

She couldn't argue the point. She'd left Rancho Diablo when she'd realized she'd fallen head over heels in love with him, and that he had zero desire for a serious romance between them. He'd never said it in so many words, but she knew the difficulty of their relationship as well as anyone.

She'd thought she was in the clear, had made her escape with her pride intact. And then the morning sickness had begun.

"I don't want to get married, Jace."

"It's not about you. It's about our children. Now try to get some rest. There's a blanket in the backseat if you want it. When you awaken, it'll be time for us to find the fastest house of I do in Vegas."

Great. That sounded like a wedding she could always look back on with a fond smile. No magic wedding dress for her, no marriage at the beautiful seven-chimneyed mansion at Rancho Diablo like all the other Callahan brides.

Drat. I had to fall for the one Callahan for whom a quickie, no-strings-attached marriage is just ducky.

Sawyer pulled the blanket over herself and closed her eyes so she wouldn't think about what she'd done, blowing her entire bank account on the wildest, wooli-est Callahan of all. When she'd known quite well that the Callahans and the Cashs were never, ever going to trust each other.

Babies notwithstanding.

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This was won of my favorite stories. It was very interesting with all the won d earful characters and they seemed so real and lifelike. Gailene Shearer

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This story starts with Jace and Sawyer are pure magic. Their story is very rocky in the beginning , but starts with another pregnancy...Big surprise! However, it is far from a happy road ahead. Wolf is back and with a vengeance. Only the magic wedding dress, Aunt Fiona, and the rest of the family can help this story along to bring the Diablos home. However, it takes Jace and Sawyer to have the strength and their own independence to bring this amazing story together. I LOVED this one. It is by far one of my favorites. Love the ending and can't wait for the next ( and last) Callahan story.

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If I were you, I would stop and go back and read the FIRST Callahan book and then read every one up to this book. It has been one of the best series I have read in a long, long time. I am truly sad that the last one is coming out in April. I have preordered the last couple ones and when I open my kindle app and see them automatically downloaded it is like opening a Christmas present! I do think that if you have not read the other books that the story line will not mean as much to you, but it is possible to read this book without reading the others.

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Libby Morgan never wanted to return to Lancaster County. She'd made her own life in the city as a news photographer, leaving the slow pace of Amish country behind. She'd left love behind, too, when she fled the old-fashioned ways of Adam Byler. But when a friend in trouble beckons, Libby knows she has no choice. What she doesn't know is that something sinister awaits her….

For Adam Byler, the traditional ways convey safety and order. As police chief of Springville, the former marine strives to keep the peace between the Amish and their modern "Englischer" neighbors—and he will not allow Libby's beauty to distract him from his duties. But when an innocent woman is attacked, they'll confront a danger more threatening than their growing passion.

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"While love is a powerful entity in this story, danger is never too far behind. Top Pick!"
-RT Book Reviews on Season of Secrets

"Marta Perry illuminates the differences between the Amish community and the larger society with an obvious care and respect for ways and beliefs.... She weaves these differences into the story with a deft hand, drawing the reader into a suspenseful, continually moving plot."-Fresh Fiction on MURDER IN PLAIN SIGHT

"Leah's Choice, by Marta Perry, is a knowing and careful look into Amish culture and faith. A truly enjoyable reading experience."

-Angela Hunt, New York Times bestselling author of Let Darkness Come

About the Author
Marta Perry realized she wanted to be a writer at age eight, when she read her first Nancy Drew novel. A lifetime spent in rural Pennsylvania and her own Pennsylvania Dutch roots led Marta to the books she writes now about the Amish. When she’s not writing, Marta is active in the life of her church and enjoys traveling and spending time with her three children and six beautiful grandchildren. Visit her online at www.martaperry.com.

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It was nice to see someone else's love life turning out well, especially when her own was such a train wreck, Libby Morgan decided. Now that her big brother Trey was married, Mom could turn her obvious desire for grandchildren to Trey and Jessica and stop asking her only daughter if she'd met anyone special yet.

Libby put down the bridesmaid's bouquet she'd been clutching for what seemed like hours and picked up her camera instead. She'd discovered long ago that the camera could be useful camouflage. It would help her get through the rest of the wedding reception without, she hoped, too much conversation with people who'd known her from childhood and seemed compelled to try and find out how her life was going.

Then, once the flurry of wedding-related activities were over, she'd be free to dig into the other reason she'd come home to Spring Township, deep in Pennsylvania's amish country.

"You know the Amish don't go to the law." Esther's last letter had sounded almost frightened, and esther Zook, teacher at the local Amish one-room school, didn't frighten easily.

But I fear this is one time when we should. I must talk to you as soon as you get home. You know the Englisch world. You'll be able to tell me if I'm right about this.

Libby snapped off a few shots, more to keep the camera in front of her face than anything else. She hadn't reached Pennsylvania from San Francisco as early as she'd intended, partly because of the weather, but mainly because of the upset at the newspaper that had led to a final showdown with her boss.. final in more ways than one.

Well, maybe she could set up in business as a wedding photographer. She framed Trey and Jessica in the pine-wreathed archway of the Springville Inn's ballroom, seeming oblivious of everything but each other, and snapped several quick shots.

"No doubt about how those two feel."

That particular deep male voice, coming from close behind her, made her hands jerk so that she undoubtedly got a great picture of the parquet floor. She turned, arranging a smile on her face. She'd had plenty of practice since fate, in the form of the bride, had paired her with Police Chief Adam Byler for the wedding.

"There isn't, is there? This is one relationship that's destined to last."

As opposed to ours, which lasted for about a minute and a half. That being the case, why did she persist in comparing every man she met to Adam Byler?

Adam's slate-blue eyes didn't show any sign he caught an undercurrent in her words. But then, he wouldn't. Strong features, brown hair in a military cut, equally military posture—stoic didn't begin to describe Adam. Whatever he felt wouldn't be easily read on his face.

"I was beginning to think Trey would never take the plunge, especially after your dad's death, when he had to take over the company." Adam flicked an assessing glance at her face, as if wondering whether she could take a casual reference to the loss of her father, over a year and a half ago now.

She tried for a stoic expression of her own. "Trey's had his hands full, I know." She raised an eyebrow, casually, she hoped. "Or were you implying that I should have come home to take on some of the burden?"

Adam lifted his hands in quick denial. "Never thought of it. Trey probably wouldn't have let you, anyway. He was born for the job."

Trey, the oldest, had been groomed from birth to take over the extensive holdings that made up the Morgan family company. Link, her twin brother, the best man today, hadn't had that pressure on him, but since an injury cut short his military career, he'd come home to recuperate, fallen in love and stayed to take over the construction arm of the family business.

And then there was Libby, always considered the baby, even though Link had been born only twenty minutes before her. She'd been Daddy's princess. Too bad that role hadn't prepared her very well for the outside world. For an instant a fierce longing for her father's warm, reassuring presence swept through her.

Adam shifted his weight slightly, looking as if he'd rather be wearing his gray uniform on his six feet of solid muscle than the rented tuxedo. Or maybe she had actually succeeded in making him uncomfortable.

"I guess I'd better get back to my groomsman duties." A smile disturbed the gravity of his face. "Your mother gave strict orders. I even have a detailed list."

"That's Mom, all right. She might play the featherbrain at times, but she's the most organized person I know."

Funny, that only her mother could bring that softness to Adam's expression. Or maybe not so funny. Geneva Morgan had looked at a ragged eight-year-old Adam and seen a person worth cultivating instead of the son of the town drunk. Adam wasn't the sort to forget that.

Libby watched Adam walk across the room through the shielding lens of the camera, lingering a bit on those broad shoulders. He was as solid now as he'd been back in high school.

The family had gone to every Spring Township High football game to cheer on Trey, the quarterback. Nobody had known that Libby's eyes were on his best friend, the lineman who'd been that same six feet of solid muscle even then. A crush, she told herself now. It had been nothing but a crush, turned humiliating when she'd thrown herself at him.

In an odd way, when the rumors started going around that he'd gotten Sally Dailey pregnant, she'd felt better about his rejection of her. If that was the kind of girl he wanted, she was done with him.

Only she hadn't been, not really.

Enough, she chided herself. Being home again was having a ridiculous effect on her…her emotions had been riding a roller coaster all day. At least, after another hour or two of the reception, the bride and groom would slip away.

Lucky them. Libby had no doubt that Mom had another of her famous lists ready for the rest of the family. Still, there should be time tomorrow to talk with Esther.

It was impossible to do it before then. Even if she could have left the reception, it grew dark early in December. Amish families, like the Zooks, would be in bed by this time.

"Well, now, if it isn't Libby Morgan, all grown-up."

She wasn't quite fast enough to escape the arm that snaked around her waist. .probably because she'd been watching Adam.

"Mr. Barclay." She grabbed his cold hand and shook it, using the move to get him at arm's length.

Owen Barclay, manager of the Springville Inn, did a marvelous job of running the Revolutionaryera show-place for its distant owners, so everyone in town said. Everyone also said he'd chase after any attractive female who crossed his path.

"Owen, please. After all, we've known each other a long time, haven't we?" He made the words sound ridiculously intimate.

"The family is so pleased with the reception." She turned the conversation to the only business they had between them. "The setting is perfect." Her gesture took in the spacious, Christmas-decorated room that could and did host everything from the local high school prom to political rallies.

Owen nodded, flashing a white smile. Everything about Owen was polished, from his sleek dark hair to the tan—that had to come from a tanning booth—to the expensive cut of his suit. He might have been made for the position he held as manager of the historic inn.

"My staff is well trained to handle an event like this. Naturally we want to provide the perfect setting for any wedding, but your brother's is very special. It isn't every day a member of the Morgan family gets married."

"It's so nice that the bride decided to have the wedding here in Springville." Sandra Smalley paused next to them, patting her silver-blond hair. "One does wonder why she didn't have it at her home, of course."

Libby's smile tightened. Sandra had always had aspirations to be the social leader of Springville, and she probably still did. More to the point, she was a notorious gossip. Libby certainly wasn't going to mention Jessica's strained relationship with her father, who was her only relative.

"Well, I can answer that." Libby leaned close to Sandra, as if about to impart a secret. "She actually thinks people here are nice."

"Oh. Well, of course." Sandra blinked, perhaps wondering if she'd just been insulted. "That's good, isn't it?" She backed up, nearly stepping on her husband, waiting behind her. "Come along, Leonard. I'm sure Libby has a great deal to do."

They moved away between the tables, and Owen shook his head at her in mock disapproval. "Shame on you. What would your mother say about your baiting Sandra that way?"

"She'd say I should know better, which I should." She raised her camera. "So I'd better get back to taking photographs. Good seeing you, Owen."

While she was at it, she really needed to readjust her thinking to the small-town mindset. Libby moved among the tables, snapping photos, agreeing that the bride was beautiful, the ceremony had been perfect, and yes, it was sad that her father wasn't here to see this day. This last one required gritting her teeth a few times, but she managed. Mom would be proud of her.

Her gaze sought out her mother in the crowded room. Geneva Morgan was doing her duty, of course, speaking to every single person here. She probably hadn't had a bite of her dinner, but her smile was radiant as she greeted guests.

Would Mom be proud when she learned that her only daughter was now unemployed? Possibly, when she knew the circumstances. Mom was a great one for standing up for what was right. As for Libby's own sense of that…maybe living in the competitive world of news photography had blurred her vision. If so, it was past time to regain her moral compass.

She stopped at the Smalleys' table, taking several photos of them out of a delayed sense of social guilt. Sandra beamed, adjusting the collar of her pink sequined top. Leonard, whose habitual expression was one of faintly worried absentmindedness, looked like a white rabbit that had strayed into the party by mistake.

"Smile, Leonard. You're happy for the bride and groom, aren't you?"

He produced something that was more of a grimace, and she snapped the photo.

"That's great," she said. At least when she photographed car smashups, she didn't have to coax a smile from people. A faint memory teased at her mind. "By the way, didn't I see—"

She stopped, glancing across the room, her gaze caught by Adam Byler. He stood a little apart from the crowd, cell phone pressed to his ear.

A small, icy thread traced its way down her spine. Adam looked solemn—there was nothing in that. He always did. But something about the call had frozen him into immobility for just a moment. Then his gaze swung around the room. It reached her. It stopped.

Something was wrong. The thread became a torrent of cold. Something was very wrong, because Adam was moving through the crowd toward her, his eyes never leaving hers.

She clutched the back of the nearest chair as he reached her. "What is it? What's happened?"

He took her arm, leading her a few steps away from the interested glances of the people at the table.

"I'm sorry." His voice was low, for her ears only. "I don't want to disrupt the reception, but I know how close you two are." He paused for the space of a heartbeat, his hand firm and strong on her arm. "There's been an accident. Esther Zook's buggy has been hit."

"How bad?" Her frozen lips could barely form the words.

"Bad," he said, clenching his jaw. "She's on her way to the hospital, but…it's bad."

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7 of 7 people found the following review helpful.
strong romantic suspense
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Photojournalist Libby Morgan returns from San Francisco to Spring Township in Lancaster County for her brother Trey's marriage to Jessica (see Murder in Plain Sight). She also needs to see her best friend Esther Zook who sent her notes that implied she was afraid as something was not right in their mellow Amish community. However, before Libby can see Esther, a hit and run while she drove her buggy has hospitalized her in bad shape with a head injury. Libby insists the vehicle assault was deliberate.

Springville Police Chief Adam Byler leads the official inquiry but as he uncovers clues he does not like what he finds. This shakes his core value system. Unable to remain idly by on the sidelines while her former boyfriend Adam works the case, Libby applies her investigative journalism skills to investigate

This is a strong romantic suspense (see Vanish In Plain Sight) as readers see how the Amish deal with a police investigation that takes the "Englischer" former marine turned cop and the photojournalist deep into the community. Filled with tension and several deft twists re the motive, Marta Perry provides a fabulous whodunit (and why).

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This was a series of three books by Marta Perry that kept your interest through. She is a very good writer and I will buy her books again.

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I've never seen such bad editing in my life!
By C.R. Lowry
I don't know if the plot is any good, because I never got beyond page 20 due to the horrendous "editing". The errors are THAT abundant. In one particularly memorable moment, Libby is explaining to a police officer that "Libby" wrote to her several times...wait, what?

I'll look elsewhere for a good read.

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