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[[Category:RWA Award Finalists]] | [[Category:RWA Award Finalists]] | ||
[[Category:1993 Releases]] | [[Category:1993 Releases]] | ||
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* '''Author''': [[Peggy Moreland]] | * '''Author''': [[Peggy Moreland]] | ||
− | * '''Publisher''': [[Silhouette Desire]] | + | * '''Publisher''': [[Silhouette Desire]] #765 |
* '''Year''': 1993 | * '''Year''': 1993 | ||
* '''Editor''': [[Risa Kessler]] | * '''Editor''': [[Risa Kessler]] | ||
* '''Amazon Listing''' : [] | * '''Amazon Listing''' : [] | ||
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+ | ==Book Description== | ||
+ | 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]] |
Latest revision as of 17:55, 6 September 2021
- Author: Peggy Moreland
- Publisher: Silhouette Desire #765
- 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 ....