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Love is right around the snowy bend in two classic Diana Palmer Christmas stories. Two unforgettable heroines might just find passion, redemption and happily-ever-after in their stockings this year….
Snow Kisses—When former model Abby Shane returns home to the Big Sky country she’s always loved, she is a pale shadow of her former self. After what happened to her in New York, she can’t let any man touch her again. But Cade McLaren isn’t just any man, and in his powerful arms Abby slowly begins to heal. If only his attentions stemmed from love instead of pity. Instead, Abby hungers for that other all-consuming blaze she’d sparked in him one summer night a lifetime ago….
Lionhearted—As Christmas approaches in Jacobsville, Texas, starry-eyed debutante Janie Brewster is determined to prove to rancher Leo Hart that she’s perfect for him. However, attempting to dazzle the confirmed bachelor with her newly acquired ranching skills only ends up vexing him even further. But wait…is it hot-blooded hunger—and not dark disdain—gleaming in his eyes during those smoldering kisses beneath the mistletoe?
A Husband for Christmas
Snow Kisses
Lionhearted
Diana Palmer
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Diana Palmer
To the state of Montana,
whose greatest natural resource is her people.
The road was little more than a pair of ruts making lazy brown paths through the lush spring grass of southern Montana, and Hank was handling the truck like a tank on maneuvers. But Abby gritted her teeth and didn’t say a word. Hank, in his fifty-plus years, had forgotten more about ranch work than she’d ever learn. And she wasn’t about to put him in a bad temper by asking him to slow down.
She stared out over the smooth rolling hills where Cade’s white-faced Herefords grazed on new spring grass. Montana. Big Sky country. Rolling grasslands that seemed to go on forever under a canopy of blue sky. And amid the grass, delicate yellow-and-blue wildflowers that Abby had gathered as a girl. Here, she could forget New York and the nightmare of the past two weeks. She could heal her wounds and hide away from the world.
She smiled faintly, a smile that didn’t quite reach her pale brown eyes, and she clenched her hands around the beige purse in the lap of her shapeless dress. She didn’t feel like a successful fashion model when she was on the McLaren ranch. She felt like the young girl who’d grown up in this part of rural southern Montana, on the ranch that had been absorbed by Cade’s growing empire after her father’s death three years earlier.
At least Melly was still there. Abby’s younger sister had an enviable job as Cade’s private secretary. It meant that she could be near her fiancé, Cade’s ranch foreman, while she
