The Baby Season
On a mission to fulfill her grandmother's wishes, civilization-loving Roxanne Salyer was utterly at sea. Her car was crumpled in the California desert. Her cell phone had gone kaput. She was sandy, sunburned–sizzling to death! And then strong, sexy Jack Wheeler rode to her rescue….Raised to nurture a career, not a family, Roxanne was out of her depth at Jack's ranch, which teemed with newborn critters! Worse, intense, enticing Jack had a pigtailed pixie of his own, and dad and daughter stirred impossible dreams–of marriage and of motherhood. But Roxanne didn't believe in giving in to temptation–until she tasted that first kiss
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What a sweet, tiny package a baby was,
Roxanne decided. How soft and adorable.
Roxanne found her lips puckering of their own accord, and she kissed the baby’s downy head. The child stirred, and reluctantly Roxanne put her back into the crib.
But somewhere in her chest she felt her heart constrict, and she wasn’t sure why.
Was there some kind of kismet at work at Jake’s ranch? Had fate brought her here, to this man and his motherless child, at this particular time and surrounded her with newborn life in order to remind her of something? Something that her old life was missing?
“I get the point,” she whispered, “I think I understand.…”
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This book is dedicated to all the babies in my life: those in the past, those right now and those to come. I love you all.
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If Wishes Were Heroes
ALICE SHARPE
met her husband-to-be on a cold, foggy beach in Northern California. One year later they were married. Their union has survived the rearing of two children, a handful of earthquakes registering over 6.5, numerous cats and a few special dogs, the latest of which is a yellow Lab named Annie Rose. Alice and her husband now live in a small rural town in Oregon, where she devotes the majority of her time to pursuing her second love, writing.
Alice loves to hear from readers. You can write her at P.O. Box 755, Brownsville, OR 97327. SASE for reply is appreciated.
Contents
Chapter One
After three grueling hours, the hike Roxanne Salyer had approached as a means of finding help revealed itself for what it really was: a trek into an inferno.
She should have stayed near her car instead of taking off on foot. Not inside, but near it.
Her car, the victim of the successful attempt to avoid running over a rabbit, was far behind her now, gobbled up by the California desert. Roxanne knew it was up to her to save herself, and if she had to do it wearing half a wilted linen suit and sandals never intended to tackle sand, then so be it.
All in all, not an auspicious beginning to her quest.
A niggling little voice in the back of her head balked at the word quest and inserted instead fool’s errand.
“Oh, give it a rest,” she told that voice as she scanned miles and miles of rolling sandy hills and hazy distant mountains. Sporadic poles strung with wire announced the possibility of civilization, but it sure wasn’t visible from where she stood. No buildings, no phone booths, no nothing.
Didn’t anyone ever drive down this blasted road?
For the first time, fear, and not just annoyance, prickled her overheated skin. People were known to die out in the desert. It happened.
She should have worn less impressive and more durable clothing; she should have carried more water; she should have been prepared.
A big lump suddenly materialized in her throat. She couldn’t swallow it—she didn’t have enough saliva left. There was nothing to do but continue walking, which she did until her fried brain registered the fact that the road had split in two. One track continued in a more or less straight line, the other curved off to the west, leading to the same mountains, only closer.
Two roads, neither looking well traveled. It was a Robert Frost nightmare.
