Published: August 30. 2016
Number of pages: 384
Genre: Romance
Synopsis:
He’ll risk his whole heart to save her from the past
Gaby Cane was always a bit afraid of her attraction to Bowie McCayde. Even when she was fifteen and Bowie’s family took her in, she had sensed his simmering resentment. Now ten years later, she’s an aspiring journalist who can hold her own with any man professionally, the dark shadows of years gone by far behind her. Then Bowie strides back into her life—only this time, he needs her, and the pull of loyalty to his family is too strong to ignore.
When Bowie asked Gaby to help save his family’s Arizona ranch, he never expected the girl he once knew to return transformed into a stunning, successful woman. As they work together, Bowie is shocked to find that her innocence and beauty stir a hunger he can’t deny. But the rogue rancher can sense something holding her back, and he’s determined to uncover the terrible secret Gaby is fighting to keep hidden…
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The prolific author of more than one hundred books, Diana Palmer got her start as a newspaper reporter. A New York Times bestselling author and voted one of the top ten romance writers in America, she has a gift for telling the most sensual tales with charm and humor. Diana lives with her family in Cornelia, Georgia.
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Excerpt:
Bowie realized belatedly why Gaby’s face had turned white. “No, no,” he said shortly, noting her horrified expression. “She’s not hurt or anything.”
She relaxed visibly and put a hand to her throat. “You might have said so.”
“Are you through here?” He looked around as if he couldn’t see what she had to do anyway.
“I need to file my story before I go.”
“Go ahead. It’ll keep.” He walked back out into the lobby and sat down on one of the sofas. Trisa leaned her chin on her hands and sat watching him shame lessly while he read a magazine. If Bowie even noticed, there was no sign of it.
Gaby had to drag her own eyes away. He was most incredibly handsome, and totally unaware of it.
She turned on her word processor, got out her notes, and spent fifteen minutes condensing two hours of work into eight inches of copy one column wide.
Bowie was still reading when she came out of the newsroom, after calling a quick good night to Johnny.
“I’m ready…oh, no,” she groaned.
Carl Wilson, the Bulletin reporter, was just com ing in the door with a Band-Aid over his nose, breath ing fire.
“So there you are, you turncoat,” he growled at her. His ponytail was soaked, and Bowie was giving him an unnerving appraisal. He turned his back to get away from that black-eyed stare. “This is the last straw, Cane,” he raged. “I know you’ve got the whole damned police force in your pocket from your old days on the police beat, but that was a low blow. My cam era’s busted to hell, my film’s exposed…!”
“Poor old photographer,” she said comfortingly. “Did the big bad policeman hurt its little nose?”
He actually blushed. “You stop that,” he muttered. “You told them to do it.”
“Not me,” she said, holding up one hand.
Bowie had gotten to his feet now and his narrow black eyes were watching closely.
“If you didn’t point me out, who did?” Wilson per sisted, eyeing Bowie warily as he spoke.
“You were walking right into the line of fire,” she reminded him. “We all saw you.”
He sighed miserably. “First my car gets towed away, despite the press sticker, because I parked in front of a fire hydrant. Then I get tackled and my film is ruined…it’s somebody’s fault!” he added with a pointed glare.
Gaby grinned. “God must be mad at you,” she told him. “He’s getting even with you for the Garrison story you conned me out of last week. You do remember hav ing your crony at City Hall send me out to the parking lot while you got the final word on the new landfill site?”
He shifted uncomfortably. “That was in the line of duty. We’re rivals.”
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