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
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Soraya lives with her own real-life hero on a small farm in New Zealand, surrounded by animals and with an office overlooking a field where their horses graze.
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NATE CALHOUN held up one hand to shield his face from the sun. Heâd forgotten what it was like to look out over the land, to see grass stretching so far into the distance that he couldnât tell where their ranch ended and the next one began.
Sand he was used to, but not grass.
He pulled the door shut behind him and stretched out his right leg, trying not to grimace. His damn calf wouldnât stop throbbing, and no matter how much he tried to ignore it, walking wasnât as easy as it used to be.
Nate glanced up at the main house, knew exactly what heâd find if he walked over. Nancy, their long-time housekeeper, would be clearing the breakfast dishes; thereâd still be the smell of strong coffee lingering in the air, and thereâd probably be some leftovers waiting to be eaten. But he wasnât ready to be part of that life again, didnât know when heâd be able to answer the questions his family seemed so intent on asking him whenever he spent time with them.
It was why heâd walked away from them all on his first night back and taken over the unused guesthouse.
Nate turned and walked a track that was still oddly familiar to him. As a boy, right up until heâd left the ranch to join the army, heâd wandered to a massive tree tucked far enough away from the house to be private. Where a weathered timber swing had tilted back and forth in the breeze. Somewhere that heâd never shared with anyone except for â¦
Who the hell was that?
Nate stopped and squinted. He was close enough to see the tree but not close enough to figure out who was sitting on a swing that heâd expected to be long gone by now.
He straightened and tried his hardest not to limp, even though he knew that disguising his injury was impossible.
Then the mystery figure on the swing turned his way.
Nate gulped. Hard. Before grinding his teeth together and walking toward her.
It was Sarah. After all these years, heâd managed to find Sarah Anderson under his tree.
Some things would never change.
She stood as he approached, a shy smile making her lips tilt ever so slightly in the corners, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks.
âHey, Nate.â
He did his best to return the smile, but the truth was that simple things like grinning at a friend didnât come so easy to him anymore. And besides, he didnât even know if he could call Sarah a friend these days, not after what had happened between them.
âSarah,â he managed, stopping a few paces from her.
She hesitated, flushed all over again, before leaning awkwardly into him and giving him a hug.
Nate stiffened, tried to relax and found it impossible. Even with Sarahâs gentle embrace, her arms so softly around him, her long hair brushing against his cheek. Once, heâd thought heâd never want to leave the comfort of Sarahâs arms. Now it only made him want to run.
âYou look good, Nate,â Sarah told him as she pulled away and sat back down. âItâs so nice to see you back here. I canât believe youâre home.â
Nate nodded, thrust his hands into his back pockets. âItâsââ he couldnât lie to her, not to Sarah ââdifferent being back.â
âIâm so sorry about your father.â Sarahâs eyes flooded with tears as she reached for him, her fingers curling around his forearm as she leaned forward again. âHe was always so nice to me when I was here with you.â