Difference between revisions of "The Rescuer"
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* '''Author''': [[Peggy Moreland]] | * '''Author''': [[Peggy Moreland]] | ||
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* '''Editor''': [[Risa Kessler]] | * '''Editor''': [[Risa Kessler]] | ||
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| + | BACHELOR | ||
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| + | Romance was the last thing on my mind when I answered a 911 call from a little girl whose mother was unconscious. That changed when I broke down the door and encountered Marybeth, who was scantily clad, very much alive and utterly bewildered. Her daughter Miranda--a miniature spitfire in oversize heels and mascara--was obviously a handful. My instincts warned me to stay away.. . so why do I keep going back? | ||
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| + | BACHELORETTE | ||
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| + | Single-handedly raising a child who's eight-going-on-eighteen zaps all my energy. I must admit, Gunner might be marriage material, if I had time for a relationship . . . which I don't. But fate--and Miranda--keep throwing us together. And whenever that happens, we're like teenagers, unable to keep our hands off each other .... | ||
== Recognitions == | == Recognitions == | ||
* [[1994 RITA® Winners & Finalists|1994 RITA® Finalist]] for [[RITA®: Contemporary Romance Categories|Short Contemporary Romance]] | * [[1994 RITA® Winners & Finalists|1994 RITA® Finalist]] for [[RITA®: Contemporary Romance Categories|Short Contemporary Romance]] | ||
Revision as of 17:55, 6 September 2021
- Author: Peggy Moreland
- Publisher: Silhouette Desire
- Year: 1993
- Editor: Risa Kessler
- Amazon Listing : []
Book Description
BACHELOR
Romance was the last thing on my mind when I answered a 911 call from a little girl whose mother was unconscious. That changed when I broke down the door and encountered Marybeth, who was scantily clad, very much alive and utterly bewildered. Her daughter Miranda--a miniature spitfire in oversize heels and mascara--was obviously a handful. My instincts warned me to stay away.. . so why do I keep going back?
BACHELORETTE
Single-handedly raising a child who's eight-going-on-eighteen zaps all my energy. I must admit, Gunner might be marriage material, if I had time for a relationship . . . which I don't. But fate--and Miranda--keep throwing us together. And whenever that happens, we're like teenagers, unable to keep our hands off each other ....
