âFlora, you remember Conner?â
It didnât matter how many rules or hearts heâd broken, there wasnât a woman alive who would forget Conner MacNeil once sheâd met him.
Determined not to boost his ego by revealing her thoughts, Flora adopted what she hoped was a puzzled expression. âConnerâConnerâthe name is familiarâwere you below me at school? Or were you above me?â
His blue eyes glinted with wicked humour. âI donât recall ever being above or below you, Flora,â he murmured softly.
She felt the heat flare in her cheeks and remembered, too late, that anyone trying to play word games with Conner was always going to lose.
Flora didnât know why she felt so hot and bothered. The only person who didnât seem remotely embarrassed was Conner himself. He simply laughed.
Flora bit her lip. She knew she ought to say something nice and welcoming, but her brain just didnât seem to be working with its normal efficiency. Seeing Conner again without warning was shocking, confusing andâthrilling?
One thing she knew for sure. The calm, tranquil routine of Glenmore Island was about to be overturned.
Sarah Morgan trained as a nurse, and has since worked in a variety of health-related jobs. Married to a gorgeous businessman, who still makes her knees knock, she spends most of her time trying to keep up with their two little boys, but manages to sneak off occasionally to indulge her passion for writing romance. Sarah loves outdoor life, and is an enthusiastic skier and walker. Whatever she is doing, her head is always full of new characters, and she is addicted to happy endings.
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Dear Reader
Last summer I wrote two books set on the fictitious Scottish Island of Glenmore. At the time, I didnât think Iâd be returning there, but I woke up one morning with the character of Conner in my head and I fell in love instantly.
On the surface, Conner MacNeil is the ultimate bad boy. He had a rough start in life and was always in trouble. When he finally turned his back on Glenmore, the islanders were as pleased to see him go as he was to leave.
Now he is back, and the boy is a man. Heâs also a doctor, and his arrival sends the traditional close-knit community of Glenmore into an uproar. Islanders have long memories, and they find it hard to believe that wild, unstable Conner is capable of fulfilling such a responsible role.
Only the practice nurse, Flora Harris, is willing to give Conner the benefit of the doubt. She has been fascinated by Conner since childhood, and soon finds her feelings for him growing into something deeper and more permanent.
But their differences soon make the relationship complicated. Flora is a very private person, and she hates being talked about. And everyone is talking about Conner. He doesnât care, but she certainly does. This is her home, and she doesnât want people gossiping. So they try and keep their relationship private, forgetting that on an island like Glenmore nothing remains a secret for long...
I hope you enjoy reading Conner and Floraâs story, and returning to the wild, wind-battered shores of Glenmore Island.
Love
Sarah x
THEY were all staring.
He could feel them staring even though he stood with his back to them, his legs braced against the slight roll of the ferry, his eyes fixed firmly on the ragged coastline of the approaching island.
The whispers and speculation had started from the moment heâd ridden his motorbike onto the ferry. From the moment heâd removed his helmet and allowed them to see his face.
Some of the passengers were tourists, using the ferry as a means to spend a few days or weeks on the wild Scottish island of Glenmore, but many were locals, taking advantage of their only transport link with the mainland.
And the locals knew him. Even after an absence of twelve years, they recognised him.
They remembered him for all the same reasons that he remembered them.
Their faces were filed away in his subconscious; deep scars on his soul.
He probably should have greeted them; islanders were sociable people and a smile and a âhelloâ might have begun to bridge the gulf that stretched between them. But his firm mouth didnât shift and the chill in his ice blue eyes didnât thaw.
And that was the root of the problem, he brooded silently as he studied the deadly rocks that had protected this part of the coastline for centuries. He wasnât sociable. He didnât care what they thought of him. Heâd never been interested in courting the good opinion of others and heâd never considered himself an islander, even though heâd been born on Glenmore and had spent the first eighteen years of his life trapped within the confines of its rocky shores.