He's the One: Winning a Groom in 10 Dates / Molly Cooper's Dream Date / Mr Right There All Along
WINNING A GROOM IN TEN DATESAs a teenager, Sophie adored Brandon Sheridan… until he left for the army. Now he’s back just in time to rescue her from a social nightmare – she needs him to pretend they’re in love! But are they really pretending?MOLLY COOPER'S DREAM DATEMillionaire Patrick Knight finds the chatty e-mails from house-sitter Molly Cooper strangely addictive. But what do you do when you realise what you want is a world away… sleeping in your bed?MR RIGHT THERE ALL ALONGSimon Ford may make Chloe McDaniels’ heart flutter inappropriately, but they’ve always been friends… and with their high school reunion coming up, she needs him more than ever! But this time, she might get more than friendship…
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He’s the One
Winning a Groom in 10 Dates
Cara Colter
Molly Cooper’s Dream Date
Barbara Hannay
Mr Right There All Along
Jackie Braun
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Cara Colter
CARA COLTER lives on an acreage in British Columbia with her partner, Rob, and eleven horses. She has three grown children and a grandson. She is a recent recipient of the RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award in the “Love and Laughter” category. Cara loves to hear from readers, and you can contact her or learn more about her through her website: www.cara-colter.com.
In Loving Memory
Judy Michelle Moon
1949–2009
“I SEE you’ve lost the hippie hair and the face stubble and the earring, Sheridan.”
“Yes, sir.” Brand had been so deep undercover for so long, answering to his own name was difficult.
“You don’t even look like him anymore,” his boss said approvingly. “Brian Lancaster is dead. We made it look as if his private plane went down over the Mediterranean under suspicious circumstances. No one in what’s left of the Looey’s operation will be questioning why Mr. Lancaster wasn’t one of the twenty-three arrests made across seven different countries.
“Amazing work, Sheridan. None of us could have predicted this when you answered that ad on the Internet. You took FREES in a new direction.”
FREES, First Response Emergency Eradication Squad, was an antiterrorism unit made up of tough, highly disciplined men with specialty training. Brand, recruited right after his first tour of active duty with the marines, had physical prowess and a fearlessness that had made him a top vertical-rescue specialist. But it was that gift, along with his knowledge of languages, that had earmarked him for FREES.
Answering an Internet ad out of Europe that offered to buy highly restricted weapons had changed everything. Brand had found himself moving away from his specialty, immersed in a murky world where he was part cop, part soldier, part agent, part operative.
But it had taken its toll. The truth was, Brand preferred hard assignments as opposed to soft ones—assignments where training and physical strength came together in a rush of activity, in and out, and over. It didn’t mess with your head as much as the past four years had. He longed for the relative simplicity of being an expert at something as technical as rope rescue.
“Look, even though it looks like Lancaster bit the dust, we’ve got a bit of mop-up to do. Bit players, loose ends. You need to lie low for a while. Really low. As if you really did disappear off the face of the earth. Know any place to do that?”
Brand Sheridan knew exactly where he could do that. The kind of place where no one would ever look for the likes of Brian Lancaster. A place of tree-lined, shady streets, where no one locked their doors, and the scent of petunias cascading out of window boxes perfumed the night air. It was a place where the big excitement on Friday night was the Little League game in Harrison Park.
It was the place that had piqued his fascination with all things that took a man high off the ground, but it had also been the place his younger self couldn’t wait to get away from.
And the truth was, he dreaded going back there now. But he had to.
“I’ve got some leave coming, sir.” That was an understatement. Brand Sheridan had been undercover for four years. The deeper in he got, the less the assignment had lent itself to taking holidays.
He’d been so good at what he did, had achieved the results he had, because of his ability to immerse himself in that world, to play that role as if his life depended on it.
Which it had.
His boss was looking askance at him.
“I need to go home.”
The word home felt as foreign to him as answering to his own name had done.
“It’ll be safe there?”
“If you were looking for a hidey-hole, the place where someone like Brian Lancaster would be least likely to be found? Sugar Maple Grove would be it.”
“One-horse town?”
“Without the horse,” he said wryly. “On the edge of the Green Mountains, Vermont. As far as I know, they still have a soda fountain and the kids ride their bikes to school. The big deal is the annual yard tour and rose show.”
He hesitated. “My sister has been in touch. She’s afraid my dad’s not coping very well with the death of my mother. I need to go see if he’s okay.”
Not that his father would appreciate it. At all.
“Your mother died while you were out, didn’t she?”
