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Dear Reader,
I really can’t express how flattered I am and also how grateful I am to Harlequin Books for releasing this collection of my published works. It came as a great surprise. I never think of myself as writing books that are collectible. In fact, there are days when I forget that writing is work at all. What I do for a living is so much fun that it never seems like a job. And since I reside in a small community, and my daily life is confined to such mundane things as feeding the wild birds and looking after my herb patch in the backyard, I feel rather unconnected from what many would think of as a glamorous profession.
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“You shut up!” she snapped, surprising him speechless. “Now you listen to me for a change, and don’t interrupt!” she added, holding up her hand when his thin lips parted. “There was an accident in town. I was in the café, so I gave assistance. I don’t need to hang out with the ambulance crew for kicks, Doctor! And how I dress on my days off is none of your—” she almost turned blue biting back the curse “—business, Doctor!”
He was over his shock. His hand shot out and caught the wrist of her free hand, the one that wasn’t holding her black medical bag, and jerked. She caught her breath at the shock of his touch and squirmed, wrestling out of his grip. The muted violence of it brought back protective instincts that she’d almost forgotten. She stood very still, holding her breath, her eyes the size of saucers as she looked at him and waited for that hand to tighten and twist…
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