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THE LARKVILLE LEGACY
A secret letter⦠two families changed for ever
Welcome to the small town of Larkville, Texas, where the Calhoun family has been ranching for generations.
Meanwhile, in New York, the Patterson family rules Americaâs highest echelons of society.
Both families are totally unprepared for the news that they are linked by a shocking secret.
For hidden on the Calhoun ranch is a letter thatâs been lying unopened and unreadâuntil now!
Meet the two families in all eight books of this brand-new series:
THE COWBOY COMES HOME
by Patricia Thayer
SLOW DANCE WITH THE SHERIFF
by Nikki Logan
TAMING THE BROODING CATTLEMAN
by Marion Lennox
THE RANCHERâS UNEXPECTED FAMILY
by Myrna Mackenzie
HIS LARKVILLE CINDERELLA
by Melissa McClone
THE SECRET THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING
by Lucy Gordon
THE SOLDIERâS SWEETHEART
by Soraya Lane
THE BILLIONAIREâS BABY SOS
by Susan Meier
âNow, let me inside the house, show me where I can eat and sleep, and get out of my life.â
Sheâd meant to stay icy. Sheâd meant to stay dignified. So much for intentions.
Her last words were almost hystericalâa yell into the silence. No matter. Who cared what he thought? She flicked the trunk lever and stalked round to fetch her suitcase. Her foot hit a rain-filled pothole, she tripped and lurchedâand the arrogant toe-rag caught her and held her.
It was like being held in a vice. His hands held her with no room for argument. She was steadied, held still, propelled out of the puddle and set back.
His hands held her arms a moment longer, making sure she was stable.
She looked up, straight into his face.
She saw power, strength and anger. But more. She saw pure, raw beauty.
It was as much as she could do not to gasp.
Lean, harsh, aquiline. Heathcliff, she thought, and Mr Darcy, and every smouldering cattleman sheâd ever lusted after in the movies all rolled into one. The strength of him. The sheer, raw sexiness.
He released her and she thought maybe she should lean against the car for a bit.
It was just as well this place was a total disaster; this job was a total disaster. Staying anywhere near this guy would do her head in.
MARION LENNOX is a country girl, born on an Australian dairy farm. She moved onâmostly because the cows just werenât interested in her stories! Married to a âvery special doctorâ, Marion writes for Mills & Boon>® Medical Romance⢠and Mills & Boon>® Cherishâ¢. (She used a different name for each category for a whileâreaders looking for her past romance titles should search for author Trisha David, as well). Sheâs now had more than seventy-five romance novels accepted for publication.
In her non-writing life Marion cares for kids, cats, dogs, chooks and goldfish. She travels, she fights her rampant garden (sheâs losing) and her house dust (sheâs lost). Having spun in circles for the first part of her life, sheâs now stepped back from her âotherâ career, which was teaching statistics at her local university. Finally sheâs reprioritised her life, figured whatâs important and discovered the joys of deep baths, romance and chocolate.
Preferably all at the same time!
HEâD failed.
Jack Connor stood at his sisterâs graveside and accepted how badly heâd broken his promise to his mother.
âTake care of your sister.â
Heâd been eight years old when his mother walked away. Sophie had been six.
What followed was a bleak, hard childhood, cramming schoolwork into his grandfatherâs demands for farm labour, and caring for his sister in the times between. Finally heâd escaped his grandfatherâs tyranny to the luxury of wages. From there heâd built a company from nothing. Heâd had no choice. Heâd been desperate for funds to provide the professional care Sophie so desperately needed.
It hadnât worked. Even though heâd made money, the care had come too late. For all that time heâd watched his sister self-destruct.
Sophieâs social worker had come to the funeral. Nice of her. Her presence meant thereâd been a whole three people in attendance. Sheâd looked into his grim face and sheâd tried to ease his pain.
âThis was not your fault, Jack. Your mother wounded your sister when she walked out, but the ultimate responsibility was Sophieâs.â
But he stared down at the grave and knew she was wrong. Sophie was dead and the ultimate responsibility was Jackâs. He hadnât been enough.
What now?
Return to Sydney, to his IT company, to riches that had bought him nothing?
He stared down at the rain-soaked roses heâd laid on his sisterâs grave, and a memory wafted back. Sophie at his grandfatherâs farm, on one of the occasions his grandfather had been so blind drunk they werenât afraid of him. Sophie in what was left of his grandmotherâs rose garden. Sophie pressing roses into storybooks.