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She can’t remember the past
He can’t imagine a future without her in Cowboy Country
Suffering amnesia after a car accident, Rebecca Hamilton arrives back in Serendipity, Texas, pregnant and seeking the baby’s father—her estranged husband, Tanner. Returning to the ranch house they once shared is her best chance at regaining her memories. But will recalling the tragic reason they separated only drive a bigger wedge between Rebecca and the man she’s falling for all over again?
A Publishers Weekly bestselling and award-winning author with over 1.5 million books in print, DEB KASTNER writes stories of faith, family and community in a small-town Western setting. She lives in Colorado with her husband and a pack of miscreant mutts, and is blessed with three daughters and two grandchildren. She enjoys spoiling her grandkids, movies, music (The Texas Tenors!), singing in the church choir and exploring Colorado on horseback.
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A Christmas Baby for the Cowboy
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Her Forgotten Cowboy
Deb Kastner
ISBN: 978-1-474-09730-7
HER FORGOTTEN COWBOY
© 2019 Debra Kastner
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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That was why she’d returned to Serendipity. To find this man.
Rebecca stared silently into the cowboy’s sad yet angry blue eyes.
He was definitely flummoxed by her question.
“Who am I?” Tanner repeated her question incredulously. “Rebecca, what are you talking about?”
“I feel like I should recognize you,” she admitted, feeling the heat rising to her cheeks. “No. I know I should. But I...I’m sorry. My mind isn’t cooperating. I’d hoped— Well, if anything would give my memory the jolt it needed
