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Re-read bestselling author Rochelle Alers’ amazing novel that illustrates the bonds of family and love.
A change of scenery can often create an unexpected change of heart…
Gwendolen Taylor, fed up with big city life, finds herself inheriting an antebellum estate in Bayou Teche. Little does she know that this legacy may lead to a love beyond her wildest hopes and dreams.
Originally published in 2006.
A Time to Keep
Rochelle Alers
MILLS & BOON
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CONTENTS
The ring tone from Gwendolyn Taylor’s cell phone playing Beethoven’s Symphony no. 3 in E-flat major pulled her attention away from the panoramic landscape of Cajun country. She’d just passed a road sign that indicated she’d entered the town limits of Franklin, Louisiana.
Looking at the caller ID on her cell, she pushed a button on the hands-free receiver. “Yes, Lauren.”
“Are we there yet?” Laughter followed the childish query.
Shaking her head and sucking her teeth, Gwen said loudly, “Girl, you need a job that takes you out of the house, because you’re beginning to sound like your kids.” Lauren, a literary researcher and her husband, bestselling author, Caleb Samuels, both worked from home.
“Are you there yet?” Lauren repeated.
She glanced at the GPS navigational screen. “Almost.”
“How is Louisiana?”
“It’s different from our neck of the woods.”
Lauren’s soft laughter came through the speaker. “Don’t you mean my neck of the woods?”
Gwen smiled. “My driver’s license still has a Boston address, my car a Massachusetts plate, and when I open my mouth and say pawk everyone will know that I will never be crowned Miss Sweet Tater Pone.”
“You’re right about that,” Lauren agreed. “But you should know you’re much too mature for an insipid beauty contest.”
Gwen’s delicate jaw dropped. “Mature? Speak for yourself, Mrs. Samuels. You’re the one with three children, and a possible fourth on the way.”
“I told you before that
