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When Philadelphian Elizabeth Temple arrives in a small, Southern town to teach first grade in 1948, she hopes to slide unnoticed into a spinster’s existence, believing herself unfit for any companion. She doesn’t count on falling for handsome Jake Ryan, a World War II veteran tainted by a scandalous divorce now struggling to raise his young son alone. Despite an undeniable chemistry, the road to romance is strewn with roadblocks and detours. Between the personal secret that has a devastating grip on Elizabeth, and Jake’s temperamental, soon-to-be-ex-wife, what looks like a ‘sure thing’ could easily slip away.
Rose
PRINT ISBN 1-60154-131-7
(188 pages) Sweet
Excerpt:
Elizabeth leaned against the rough-hewn wall and watched the dancing couples with awe. Waltzing? With her eyes closed. She'd never seen anything quite like this. Molly called it clogging, and while the movements flowed faster and looser than traditional Irish dance, Elizabeth saw the roots, but hesitated to try to imitate the steps.
"It'll slow down in a minute." Jake's warm drawl slipped across her ears. Funny, she didn't need her eyes to recognize him now.
"What?" She glanced over her shoulder. "You think I can't keep up?"
He chuckled. "I think you'd rather have a go at ballet."
His insight tickled her, and she breathed easier. She'd taken ballet for several years. "How did you ever guess?"
"Nice to know I occasionally get something right."
When he anchored himself to the slice of wall next to her, she teased, "Are you working up the nerve to ask me to dance?"
"Kind of."
"Afraid I'll say no?"
"Nope." His lazy smile deepened the lines around his mouth. "I'm waiting for the slow dance, so you can't get away."
Her temperature flashed cold, then hot, and she jerked her gaze from him to the floor. Skin tingling, she laid a hand against her rattling heart like he'd literally knocked the wind out of her.
As if Jake's wish were tied to fate, the racing fiddle slowed, and the shuffle of feet indicated the change of pace. Holding her breath, she fought the urge to dart around him and slip out the door.
His hand slid down the inside of her forearm. He threaded his fingers between hers and pulled her closer. "Would you please dance with me, Miss Temple?"
With no possible way to excuse herself, she nodded and allowed him to lead her to the edge of the flexible cluster of dancers.
When he lifted her hand in his, she fell into the easy sway of a causal waltz. Careful to keep her distance, she took a deep breath and looked at Jake.
