As a child SARAH MORGAN dreamed of being a writer and, although she took a few interesting detours on the way, she is now living that dream. With her writing career she has successfully combined business with pleasure and she firmly believes that reading romance is one of the most satisfying and fat-free escapist pleasures available. Her stories are unashamedly optimistic and she is always pleased when she receives letters from readers saying that her books have helped them through hard times.
Sarah lives near London with her husband and two children, who innocently provide an endless supply of authentic dialogue. When she isnât writing or reading, Sarah enjoys music, movies and any activity that takes her outdoors.
Readers can find out more about Sarah and her books from her website: www.sarahmorgan.com. She can also be found on Facebook and Twitter.
Praise for
Sarah Morgan
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âFull of romance and sparkleâ
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everything sheâs published.â Smart Bitches, Trashy Books
âMorgan is a magician with words.â
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SHE stood with her eyes on the mountains and her face to the wind, breathing in the smell of home.
It had been so long.
Too long.
She felt pressure on her arm and turned to her friend with an apologetic smile. âSorry.â
âFor what?â
âFor forgetting you were there.â Sally spread her arms and closed her eyes, letting the freezing air numb her cheeks and the biting wind whip her blonde hair into a tangled frenzy. âIt just feels so amazing to be back.â
No matter how far sheâd travelled, how much of the world sheâd explored, the Lake District had always been her home.
When pain and misery had almost destroyed her, sheâd come here to seek comfort, and when circumstances had forced her to move away, sheâd pined for the comfort of the fells.
âSo why did you stay away so long?â
Sallyâs arms dropped to her sides and she whirled round, green eyes blazing. âYou know why.â
âYes.â Bryony looked anguished. âHe drove you away.â
âHe didnât. I chose to leave.â Sallyâs tone was steady and she caught a strand of hair that was blowing in front of her face, anchoring it with slender fingers. âBut now Iâm back.â
And she was never leaving again.
âWhat made you come back now? After so long?â
Sally gave a wistful smile. âI suppose Iâd been thinking about it for a while and then I had your letter telling me that youâd finally married Jack and that Oliver had met someone.â She broke off, remembering how sheâd felt when sheâd read everything that had been happening at home. âI suddenly realized how much I was missing my old friends. You are the nearest I have to family. I realized that it was time to come back.â
âHe doesnât know, Sal.â Bryonyâs voice was quiet and Sally nodded.
That was exactly the way sheâd planned it. If she was going to be able to hold herself together for that first, agonizing meeting, then she needed to be in a position of control.
âThank you for not telling him.â
âDid you think I would?â
Sally shrugged, her expression guarded as she studied her childhood friend. âHeâs your brother.â
âAnd youâre my best friend.â Bryony gave a twisted smile. âOr at least you were my best friend until Tom broke your heart and you vanished halfway round the world.â
âFriendships neednât be compromised by distance.â
Bryony bit her lip. âI thought perhapsââ She shrugged her shoulders, showing how helpless she felt. âIâm his sister, after all.â
Sally stirred. âAnd you and I were best friends before he and I were lovers.â
âHow will youâ?â Bryony broke off and licked her lips. âYouâre going to be working with him, Sally. Wonât it be difficult for you?â
âNo.â Sally lifted her chin, applying the rigid self-discipline that sheâd cultivated over the past seven years. âIt wonât be difficult.â
Tom Hunter was part of her past. Sheâd learned to live without him. His rejection had hurt her so badly that for a while sheâd thought sheâd never recover. But sheâd put all that behind her. Sheâd built a new life, pushed herself to the limits in a fevered determination never to give herself time to stand still and contemplate. And in the process sheâd enjoyed experiences that to most people were just a dream. And developed a self-confidence that had given her the courage to come home.