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The last of the wedding dress promise girls, painter Hayley Spencer is still alone, still vulnerable, and living back on the family farm. Cash poor and land rich, she opens a Bed and Breakfast. As usual, life never unfolds as she'd imagined, and she finds herself signing a contract to cater exclusively to one very rich client and his frail father for one year. Jaded gazillionaire Sam Morgan flies his helicopter up from the city into Laurel Valley every weekend to stay with his recovering father. The fact that his shy, tender-hearted hostess is extremely agreeable to look at has nothing to do with his eagerness to get back to the farm each week. This is all about his father, right? Much to Hayley and Sam's surprise, a tentative working relationship - with benefits - begins to blossom. Was hope after ruin possible? Then Hayley's past bursts onto the scene, and like her paint pots, splashes garish colors across her carefully designed life plan. To add artistic interest, Sam's past stomps everything into a depressing mud brown. The contract Hayley and Sam signed should have come with a warning: "Dangerous Learning Curve ahead. Sign at your own peril."
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Ronnie has reached that wonderful age in life, where she no longer worries or cares about how other people judge her. She’s been happily married since the dawn of time … And has three children and five grandchildren, all of whom are brilliant human beings. Ronnie has lived in Europe, in Australia and all across Canada. She is now firmly ensconced in Northern British Columbia, with no intension of leaving the most beautiful place on earth anytime soon. Part of every year, Ronnie lives off the grid in a little cabin in the woods, returning each fall with a freshly written book under her arm only to be totally flummoxed by what has occurred in the world in her absence. Her homes feature doors that swing wide to welcome in visitors and are fabulously welcoming retreats filled with bubbling pots of homemade soup, teas and cookies, and dogs and cats, gazillions of paper books, eBooks and audible books of all stripes, and roving hairballs we have all agreed to ignore. Ronnie has been asked repeated from where she unearthed the new book she reveals each fall. Other writers want to know her source – which tree, which bush do they grow under? She isn’t telling where in the forest she mines her treasures, but we suspect woodland fairies may be involved …
