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"What happened that summer?" The ill-fated vacation Reece Howard spent at her grandparents' Georgia home long ago changed her in ways her mind still refuses to remember. She forgot about the man she once knew as "Jones," but she can't ignore the flashes of desire she now feels toward him. With her family estranged, she doesn't have a good reason to return to Fair Winds. Until now. Jones is looking for answers answers he can find only at the plantation he left behind years before. By surprise, he discovers Reece thereall grown up and beautifulnever imagining he might be able to help chase away her demons. And neither of them expects an attraction as combustible as the secrets surrounding them. But falling in love might be the most dangerous thing they can do .
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Award-winning and bestselling author, international traveler, feted at a Hollywood premiere . . . All true . . . but my regular life is a whole lot more routine. Deal with the five big puppers who share our house, babysit our grandson, battle the jungle that is our yard, pray for summer in winter and dream of winter in summer, and hunker down at the computer—that's my real life. I grew up in Oklahoma and had the fun of living in Georgia, Alabama, California and the Carolinas, thanks to my husband's Navy career. When he retired, we came home to Oklahoma and have lived in the same house for seventeen years. That's a real "Wow!" for someone used to the nomadic military life. Writing was the perfect career for all that moving. Have computer, will travel. I've set books, or part of them, in every state we've lived in and been inspired by every place I've ever been. I've now written somewhere around 80 books, and I think I've got only about 8,000 stories left to tell. My biggest hobby is starting new projects—starting. Not completing. I'm still not done with the cross-stitched Army seal I started when our son joined out of high school. He did tours in Georgia, Colorado, Korea, Italy, Iraq, Afghanistan and Louisiana, and has been out for a few years. So I'm a little slow. I like to think about getting organized, painting my living room in cool beachy colors, and turning my entire five-acre yard into a garden. I also dream about having every room in my house clean at exactly the same time, but I live by the motto of the woman who taught me to quilt: A clean house is the sign of a bored woman. And I've never been bored.