ALL ROADS LEAD TO SHEPHERD GROVE–DANIA VOSS
PAST, PERFECT, POLO–MARIBELLE MCCREA
THE MADAM’S FRIEND–MARLENE F CHENG
THE SUNFLOWER MEADOW–K.M. JENKINS
DESTINED DREAMER–DEBORAH KING
THE SLEEPLESS CAFÉ–ANNIE MCEWEN
HAVEN OF SECRETS–PAMELA CLAYFIELD
GOLD MINE–TIFFANY CARBY
MISROUTED BY LOVE ~ A TALE OF MAYBE–AIMEE O’BRIAN
PLANTING THE SEEDS OF LOVE–N. N. LIGHT
THE POWER OF LOVE–JUDY FISHER
LOVE, ETERNAL–ROBERT BEECH
SHIFTER: A WERE-CAT’S TALE–E.J. POWELL
ON THE WINGS OF KITES–ALEX GREHY
MOANA ACCOUNTANT–KERRY CARLISLE
TWO WEEKS IN THE TETONS–MARIS PARKER
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Excerpt from Planting the Seeds of Love:
Jack took a step back letting go of her pinky. He crossed his arms; his eyes glittered angrily.
“You love me?” He snorted. “You don’t even know I exist.”
Sally’s nostrils flared. Taking a step back, she crossed her arms.
“That’s a fine thing to say to me after all we’ve been through.” She turned to leave. “Maybe Trevor’s right…”
“What?” Jack sat down on the cot, not looking at her. “What did Trevor tell you?”
“Trevor has a buyer for the farm. It’s a friend of his father’s and he loves the idea of a brewery out here in the country. He wants to add a restaurant and make it some sort of oasis for city folk.” She ran her fingers through her blonde hair.
“A buyer?” He put his head in his hands and sighed. “It’s too fast.”
“What are you talking about?” She looked down at her watch, wishing she hadn’t come. Her sister was right; men were nothing but trouble.
“Look, I know I’ve messed things up.” He stood and walked towards her. “But you’ve got to give the farm and me a second chance.” He extended his hand through the bars.
Sally’s emotions shook her body. Guilt, love, pain, regret, anger and hope battled for supremacy in her heart. She eyed his outstretched hand warily. Could she trust him? Could he be depended upon?
“Why should I give you another chance, Jack?” She let her arms fall to her sides. A force not her own pulled her body closer to his. She whispered, “You hurt me.” Tears welled up but she didn’t care.
He reached up and wiped her tears away.
“Oh Sally,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.
Her lower lip quivered.
“I’m so sorry. I’m a first-class jerk.” He cupped her face with his hands. “Please don’t cry.”
Sally closed her eyes. She felt like a tiny dingy in the middle of the ocean, battered and torn in pieces. She leaned her head against the bars.
“Your opinion matters most, it always has. When you say things like you just did, it tears me apart.” She lifted her head. “I need you, Jack. I can’t do this without you.”
Jack exhaled slowly.
“That wasn’t me; it was my jealousy rearing its ugly head.”
“What do you mean? What do you have to be jealous of?” Her brows furrowed, she thought hard.
“I’m jealous of how happy you seem to be with Trevor,” he replied.