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Duets Vol. #45
Popular Carol Finch always “presents her fans with rollicking wild adventures…memorable characters and fun from beginning to end,” says Romantic Times Magazine. Joining her this month is mother-and-daughter writing team Jennifer Drew with a delightful spin-off to their first Duets title, Taming Luke.
Duets Vol. #46
The West will never be the same after Debbi Rawlins serves up her first dynamite Double Duets. Affaire de Coeur says “Rawlins’s books are jammed packed with witty dialogue, crazy situations, excellent characters and a lot of laughs!” Enjoy!
The Swinging R Ranch
Whose Line is it Anyway?
Debbi Rawlins
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The Swinging R Ranch
Debbi Rawlins
“He’s taking over the ranch. Aren’t you, Mr. Bennett?”
Max blinked and took a good look at Rosie. Her hair wasn’t blond. It was white. Attractive, but white. Looking a little closer, he guessed her to be in her late sixties. Was she the cook?
His gaze strayed over the other woman and he tried not to gape. She’d removed her apron and her black lace top fit her like a second skin.
“Max.” Mona grabbed his hand. “I assume I can call you Max? And of course, you already know I’m Mona. Mona Lisa.” Pointing to the other woman, she added, “And this here is Rosie Peach.”
“Mona Lisa. Rosie Peach,” Max repeated slowly, not quite able to believe what he was seeing.
Mona nodded. “Candy Kane is out shopping, but she should be home soon. There’s only the three of us these days.”
Max swallowed.
Mona and Rosie exchanged knowing looks. Then Rosie smiled. “Don’t worry, Max,” she said, patting his arm. “There may be snow on the chimney, but there’s still fire in the furnace.”
Dear Reader,
The state of Nevada is the last place I thought I’d ever set a story. It’s a desert, for crying out loud! Well, not only did I set my first Double Duets in that wonderful, wacky place, but I actually bought a house there. And guess what? I love it!
Even reading the newspapers in Nevada is entertaining—and inspiring! In fact, I came up with the idea behind The Swinging R Ranch when I read an article about a local brothel. How could I help playing the “what if” game in my head with all the juicy material I was finding? I’m still not sure how I came up with the name of the town—Bingo. I’d never played the game, and thought I wouldn’t like it. Now I’m hopelessly addicted, and on most hot afternoons, you’ll find me feverishly daubing numbers in the Bingo Room of The Reserve Casino. Just don’t tell my editor. She thinks I’m writing.
I hope the people of Bingo brighten up your days the way they’ve brightened mine.
Enjoy,
Books by Debbi Rawlins
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
691—MARRY ME, BABY
730—THE BRIDE TO BE…OR NOT TO BE?
741—IF WISHES WERE…HUSBANDS
780—STUD FOR HIRE?
808—HIS, HERS AND THEIRS
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