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eBook Category: Romance/Historical Fiction
eBook Description: Leaving her beloved, adopted home to begin life anew, Sally Murphy-George searches for refuge from depression, rejection, and her husband's murderer. A proficient bakery owner and mother of two, Sally vows to find stability in her life, protect her family, and shield her heart at all costs. Self-exiled, Nate Horner finds peace in his new life as Sheriff of Barnhill, defending those who overlook his shadowed past and accept him as the reliable, honest man he's become. Promising never to allow another woman to hurt his soul, Nate resigns himself to a life of celibacy, until he reunites with someone from his hometown, the Widow George. As a man, he struggles with his desires for her. As a professional, he must protect her. Circumstance pushes Sally and Nate's paths together and they must decide to risk their hearts and their security to take another chance at love.

eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, Published: WHISKEY CREEK PRESS, 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2005

This eBook is part of the following series:

• Annette Snyder's Travis Pass Series

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [778 KB], eReader (PDB) [176 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [161 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [142 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [184 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [198 KB], hiebook (KML) [402 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [211 KB], iSilo (PDB) [132 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [165 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [215 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [208 KB]
Words: 50313
Reading time: 143-201 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-59374-237-1

She remembered the cold. Frigid, bitter cold! Cold fingers, cold toes, cold streets as the loose marbles of gravel pushed between the cracks in the soles of her worn shoes and wedged uncomfortably against the callused balls of her cold feet.

The malicious winds whipped and blew torrents of icy pellets as the buttons of her ragged, moth-eaten coat fought unsuccessfully to protect her.

Exposed to the harshness of the New York winter, her cheeks, numb from the frostiness, froze as she looked to the street sign. "Only ten more blocks," she voiced aloud to the empty, arctic night.

Ten more blocks wasn't bad at all! She'd already come so far! Ten blocks was nothing.

Her tired feet stumbled against the rough sidewalk as she balanced opposite the wintry blast of the terrible blizzard.

Only ten more blocks. Ten more blocks until warmth. Ten more blocks until solace of the homeless shelter. Ten more blocks until a bed with a blanket. Only ten more blocks.

Her tiny feet pounded out the rhythm on the pavement, "Ten more! Ten more!"