A pair of sunglasses sat on the dashboard, looking at her with their wide, oval lenses. During her lifetime, she wrote more than 100 novels and became one of the top-selling female authors in the world, with 300 million copies of her books sold in nineteen languages in ninety-eight countries. She felt that instant pull of attraction to the opposite sex and experienced a twinge of regret that the man was no more than a passing stranger. The fruit was still warm from the sun, its juice spurting with the first bite Abbie took. The upraised hood unleashed a billow of steam that quickly dissipated.
After the handsome stranger who helped her on a lonely stretch of road hops into his sportscar and drives away, Abbie forgets about the broken heart that brings her home. He was too virile, too rebellious, too independent. If he was heaven-sent, why did she hold him at arm's length? Abbie looked hopefully at the oncoming traffic. Nothing about him suggested a man of God. Abbie moved cautiously closer to peer inside and find the cause of the spitting hot water.
Alibris, the Alibris logo, and Alibris. Soon she learns that Seth Talbot is the town's new minister--and the object of all eyes and many gossiping tongues. There was a hole in the radiator hose. The air was washed clean of its dust, intensifying the lushness of the Ozark Mountain greenery. She knew nearly everyone in the area.
She only remembered the rugged face of her rescuer, who she soon discovered was Seth Talbot, the town's new minister. She had traded in her speedy little Porsche sports car for a cheaper and older automobile. Did she fear the gossip or the clerical collar? She is known for her strong, decisive characters, her extraordinary ability to recreate a time and a place, and her unerring courage to confront important, controversial issues in her stories. The temptation was too much to resist and Abbie reached into the sack for just one more peach as the car neared the crest of the hill. Disclaimer:A copy that has been read, but remains in excellent condition. She semilived with her parents, which meant that she had taken her savings and fixed up the loft above the garage, once a carriage house, into a small efficiency apartment.
Bookseller: , Washington, United States. A small handful slowed down when they went by her stalled car, but none stopped. The first brush of his lips was soft and teasing, but they came back to claim her mouth with warm ease. She only remembered the rugged face of her rescuer, who she soon discovered was Seth Talbot, the town's new minister---the object of all eyes--and gossiping tongues. She had removed them earlier, not wanting the view artificially tinted. She had to use the side of her hand to keep it from running down her chin. By watching her pennies, Abbie managed fairly well with some adjustments from her prior life-style.
She held it in her mouth, ignoring the juice that dripped onto her blue plaid blouse. . Not under any circumstances would she accept a lift from a stranger. Did she fear the gossip or the clerical collar? She found herself gazing into a pair of arresting blue eyes. There was a vividness to the many shades of green in the trees and bushes crowding close to the highway. He was too virile, too rebellious, too independent.
He was the handsome stranger who helped Abbie on a lonely highway, then vaulted into his green sports car and disappeared. Plus there were two sacks on the seat. He was too virile, too rebellious, too independent. The tips of his fingers rested lightly along her jaw and the curve of her throat, holding her motionless without any pressure. And there was Mabel—her car. The tails of her blouse were tied at the midriff in an attempt to beat the summer heat.
It looks like you have some car trouble. Text is legible but may be soiled and have binding defects. It was another four miles yet to the edge of town, she knew. As he drove away, she forgot the broken heart that had brought her home to Arkansas. As he drove away, she forgot the broken heart that had brought her home to Arkansas. His hair was a toasty gold color, attractively rumpled by the wind.
Awareness of his sexual magnetism quivered pleasantly along her nerve ends. He was the Good Samaritan who offered her roadside help, then stepped into his green sportscar and disappeared. On the floorboard in front of the passenger seat, Abbie had jars of pickles—sweet, dill, bread-and-butter, and cherry—as well as an assortment of homemade preserves and jellies. Seth was independent, passionate, dangerously masculine--and openly interested in her. Abbie Scott suddenly forgot the broken heart that had brought her home to Eureka, Arkansas. Nothing about him suggested a man of God.
Bookseller: , Ohio, United States U. Plus, it was the middle of a Saturday afternoon, which meant most of the tourists were at the various area attractions and few were on the road. You can learn more about Janet at JanetDailey. She lowered the peach from her mouth and frowned slightly. He was the Good Samaritan who offered her roadside help, then stepped into his green sportscar and disappeared. It provided privacy, as well as low rent. Summary He was the Good Samaritan who offered her roadside help, then stepped into his green sportscar and disappeared.