Parnell Stillman, ace pilot is man to the bone in a lackadaisical kind of way. He has the ability to fly through anything except solid mountain. He lives alone because people are not to be trusted, especially women. Flying is his high road until one sleet-filled morning–it isn’t. Mischance forces his plane down in a frozen wilderness. He can survive, but his live cargo is another matter—an annoying social worker and five orphans—the most irksome freight he’s ever hauled in his life.
Rebecca Hollis determines to force the obnoxious, disagreeable, self-centered pilot to do whatever is necessary to insure the survival and rescue of the orphans…Even if it means making the noble gesture of keeping her mouth shut—or other womanly things.
But Parnell isn’t having it. No way. No how. He’d rather dance with a grizzly or wrestle a puma than give his heart over to a sly, wily do-gooder. Heroics are not his thing.
Rebecca has other ideas. Lot’s of them. All artful and disingenuous—one of which is bound to work…She hopes.
When widowed junkyard owner G. G. Morgan scoops up the pitted and rusted bumper of an old truck, he didn’t know his life was about to change; that a skinny, right-thinking girl would abhor his junk, covet his land, clean his house, and storm his heart. But G. G. Morgan is about the find these things out the hard way.
Need Help? Hire a Ghost! She Cooks.Lottie Roberts has been sitting on her bones since the Civil War, waiting for her ticket to heaven until… Justine Hale and her family take up residence in Lottie’s two-hundred-year-old plantation house. Lottie senses in Justine a kindred spirit–filled with heartache and in reduced circumstances–which Lottie considers mirrors her own situation exactly. Yet Justine has tried to do the right thing. Else why is she burdened with a bankrupt mother without an ounce of common sense? Or an ex mother-in-law who looks like a pickled beet with a tongue sharper than a hatchet? And two young children?~~~Justine needs help and Lottie is of a mind to provide it. But before Lottie can say squat and Justine even unlocks the front door, Tucker Highsmith shows up to steal her thunder. His dark eyes, lazy grin, and sexy Alabama drawl coupled with the dern braggart’s Mr. Fix-it talents might be the answer to all of Justine’s problems. Or, maybe not…