Cara Colter - Wed By A Will

“I’m Matt Donahue,” he said. “Your closest neighbor. I was interested in buying this piece of land.”

“I’m not selling.” Corrie had already decided the place was hers. A place where her heart could be at home.

“You haven’t heard my offer,” he said mildly.

“Nor do I plan to.” She saw no reason to tell him the land wasn’t even really hers to sell, even if she wanted to. And maybe it never would be. How had she managed to overlook the fact that while her heart was saying forever to this little shack in the trees, a legal document said something else?

Husband required.

For a moment, having the h word in her mind at the same time that this big, handsome man with the strong, steady eyes filled her doorwell made her almost helpless with longing.…

Dear Reader,

September is here again, bringing the end of summer—but not the end of relaxing hours spent with a good book. This month Silhouette brings you six new Romance novels that will fill your leisure hours with pleasure. And don’t forget to see how Silhouette Books makes you a star!

First, Myrna Mackenzie continues the popular MAITLAND MATERNITY series with A Very Special Delivery, when Laura Maitland is swept off her feet on the way to the delivery room! Then we’re off to DESTINY, TEXAS, where, in This Kiss, a former plain Jane returns home to teach the class heartthrob a thing or two about chemistry. Don’t miss this second installment of Teresa Southwick’s exciting series. Next, in Cinderella After Midnight, the first of Lilian Darcy’s charming trilogy THE CINDERELLA CONSPIRACY, we go to a ball with “Lady Catrina”—who hasn’t bargained on a handsome millionaire seeing through her disguise.…

Whitney Bloom’s dreams come true in DeAnna Talcott’s Marrying for a Mom, when she marries the man she loves—even if only to keep custody of his daughter. In Wed by a Will, the conclusion of THE WEDDING LEGACY, reader favorite Cara Colter brings together a new family—and reunites us with other members. Then, a prim and proper businesswoman finds she wants a lot more from the carpenter who’s remodeling her house than watertight windows in Gail Martin’s delightful Her Secret Longing.

Be sure to return next month for Stella Bagwell’s conclusion to MAITLAND MATERNITY and the start of a brand-new continuity—HAVING THE BOSS’S BABY! Beloved author Judy Christenberry launches this wonderful series with When the Lights Went Out…Don’t miss any of next month’s wonderful tales.

Happy reading!

Mary-Theresa Hussey

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shares ten acres in the wild Kootenay region of British Columbia with the man of her dreams, three children, two horses, a cat with no tail and a golden retriever who answers best to “bad dog.” She loves reading, writing and the woods in winter (no bears). She says life’s delights include an automatic garage door opener and the skylight over the bed that allows her to see the stars at night.

She also says, “I have not lived a neat and tidy life, and used to envy those who did. Now I see my struggles as having given me a deep appreciation of life, and of love, that I hope I succeed in passing on through the stories that I tell.”

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

February 15…

With a sensation of panic, Corrine Parsons realized how close she was to crying. Glancing at the two women she had never seen before, yet whose identical faces were the same as the one she saw every time she looked in the mirror, she fought the emotions that threatened to capsize her control.

Triplets. She was one of triplets.

It didn’t matter what the precise emotion she felt was, and she couldn’t identify it. Was it gladness or sadness? Shock or just plain fear?

No matter what the emotion, she knew the first rule. She knew it by heart. The first rule was never to cry. Never.

She’d learned that for the first time when she was six, and had gone into her first foster home because her aunt Ella was ill. Terrified and so alone, she had been so happy when she had found the puppy.

She had secretly hidden him under the porch, stealing scraps from the garbage to feed him. And she had loved him, nursed him, played with him.

Then she had been discovered. The rules: No puppies—never, ever no matter how much you cried and pleaded. The tears flowing freely then, as she tried to make her foster parents understand how much it meant to her.

The truth: no one cared.

A truth underscored over the years: as her hand cramped from writing out “Thou shalt not steal” when she had not stolen anything.

When a foster mother’s real daughter wore Corrine’s red jacket, without even asking. That jacket had been the only nice thing she owned. You should be glad to let her wear it, after all we’ve done for you.

From age six to seventeen, she’d been in foster care on and off many times. Seven different foster homes had taken Corrine Parsons’s tears and turned them to ice, cold hard ice that she saw in her eyes every time she looked at her own reflection in a mirror, even today, ten years after she had left her last foster home behind her.

Now, here she sat in a posh law office, with rich furnishings and thick carpets, surrounded by strangers, and the ice felt like the hot blue flame of a blowtorch was being aimed at it. Tears, hot and shaming, pressed behind her eyes. She had the terrifying feeling she might not be able to control whether they fell or not for very much longer.

And all because two of the strangers in this room looked exactly like her.

Were not strangers at all, though she had not met them before, at least not in her memory.

Sisters.

Mirror-image sisters. Triplets.

Back when she had still dreamed, as a lonely child—with her few clothes in a plastic garbage bag at the end of yet another unfamiliar bed, had she not dreamed of such things? Had she not lain awake in the darkness and tried to soothe her own fears with dreams?

There had been detailed dreams of an imaginary family: A Christmas tree with gifts piled high beneath, gifts with her name on them. A bed with no crinkly rubber protecting the mattress. Sheets that felt soft instead of scratchy, and smelled of a mother’s love. A strong, handsome father who threw back his head and laughed and picked up his little girl and swung her in the air. Sisters who shared Barbie dolls and hair ribbons and giggles and secrets.