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Thirteen years ago, at her senior prom, Gillian Crane did the
unthinkable – she became drunk for the first time and lost her virginity to an
unknown man. Later, when she found out she was pregnant, her unloving,
unyielding mother threw her out and told her never to return.
Gillian succeeds in building a new life for herself in New York City, vowing never to see her childhood home again. But when she learns her mother is dying, she drags her twelve-year-old daughter back to hell on earth, also known as Barnesville. Once again caught in small town life amongst old friends and enemies, her past comes back to haunt her, turning her world upside down as the question still remains. Who is the father of her child?
Gillian succeeds in building a new life for herself in New York City, vowing never to see her childhood home again. But when she learns her mother is dying, she drags her twelve-year-old daughter back to hell on earth, also known as Barnesville. Once again caught in small town life amongst old friends and enemies, her past comes back to haunt her, turning her world upside down as the question still remains. Who is the father of her child?
When
her domineering fiancé cheats on her, pastry chef Kate Sweet trades the city
for her hometown of Barnesville and works as a waitress in her parents' diner.
Lonely and insecure, she tries to start over but instead runs into Michael
Hart, the boyfriend who sent her away after he was paralyzed in a tractor
accident. All her old feelings for him return in full, but Michael is just
about to get married to someone else — her old rival for everything back in
their school days.
Michael is drawn to Kate again but resents that she left him. He doesn’t remember how pain and painkillers changed his behavior and made him so sorry for himself he literally ordered her to go.
Now she must decide whose happiness is more important, his, now that he has a fiancĂ©e, or hers…with him. How can it be both?
Michael is drawn to Kate again but resents that she left him. He doesn’t remember how pain and painkillers changed his behavior and made him so sorry for himself he literally ordered her to go.
Now she must decide whose happiness is more important, his, now that he has a fiancĂ©e, or hers…with him. How can it be both?
ALWAYS YOU
“It’s too late for Michael and me now. Charlotte told
me yesterday that Patsy was about to make an announcement about their
engagement.”
“Darn it,” Rosa sighed. “I thought I had more time.”
“More time to what?” Burt asked as he entered the
kitchen, his once-white apron filled with food stains from cooking breakfast
for all the workers and truckers driving down Highway Seven who stopped at the
diner early every morning.
“Interfere with my life,” Kate said and was awarded a
sour look from her mother.
“I wasn’t interfering. I was only trying to help you
and Michael find each other again. But now he’s marrying Charlotte, and there’s
just nothing I can do about that.”
“Speaking of Michael,” Burt said, ignoring his sulking
wife, “he’s downstairs, asking for you. Should I send him up here?”
Michael
was here?
The chair fell backwards as Kate stood up and stared
at her father with horror. Oh, my God. She was looking a fright, her unruly curly hair
untouched by a brush, and the makeup from yesterday smudged all over her face,
as she had been too tired to care about washing it away.
“I…I…” she stuttered, and Burt smiled knowingly before
turning toward the door and after opening it, calling to Michael to come up and
join them.
Before Kate could do or say anything, the one person
in the world she didn’t want to meet when she looked her worst walked into the
kitchen and stopped dead as his eyes found her flushed face. His lovely blue
eyes started to sparkle as he took in her disheveled person in her too-large
pajamas.
“Well, isn’t it Sleeping Beauty.” He grinned, his
amusement over her appearance apparent. To Kate’s horror, her obnoxious parents
giggled simultaneously before they, with a load of mumbled excuses, left the
kitchen.
They left her alone with gorgeous Michael who, as he
leaned back at the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, looked good enough
for her to have for breakfast.
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