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Sarina Bowen


No last names. No life stories. Those were the rules.

Once upon a time a cocky, copper-haired tourist sauntered into Zara’s bar. And even though she knew better, Zara indulged in a cure for the small-town blues. It was supposed to be an uncomplicated fling—a few sizzling weeks before he went back to his life, and she moved on.

Until an accidental pregnancy changed her life.

Two years later, she’s made peace with the notion that Dave From Brooklyn will never be found. Until one summer day when he walks into her coffee shop, leveling her with the same hot smile that always renders her defenseless.

Hockey star Dave Beringer has never forgotten the intense month he spent with prickly Zara. Their nights together were the first true intimacy he’d ever experienced. But the discovery of his child is the shock of a lifetime, and his ugly past puts relationships and family out of reach.

Or does it? Vermont’s countryside has a way of nurturing even tortured souls. The fields and the orchards—and hard won love—are Bountiful.
349 printed pages
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  • Lila Duchmenshared an impression4 years ago

    Wonderful book.

  • Camilla Dahl Lersøeshared an impression5 years ago
    👍Worth reading
    💞Loved Up

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  • Louise Nørskov Thorstedshared an impression2 years ago
    👍Worth reading


  • Lila Duchmenhas quoted4 years ago
    darkened copper penny watching me from a barstool. I’d seen him around a few times. He and his friends liked the booth in the back corner. Mr. Hot liked Vermont ales, and when his friends were around, they sometimes drank tequila. The top-shelf stuff. And they were good tippers.
  • Pradishma Nagvekarhas quoted5 years ago
    He grinned. And then he did something even more unexpected. He reached over and pulled me into a brief, tight hug. “It’s good to see you again,” he whispered right into my ear. “I can’t imagine the time you’ve had.”
  • Pradishma Nagvekarhas quoted5 years ago
    When I got a look at her expression, a small bark of shocked laughter escaped from my throat. Her face was miniature, but it was all business. Outta my way, mister. And her eyes—dark brown, with an intensity that was all her mother. The familiarity stole my breath.

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