The Roses of Prose

Why didn’t we get together? Really?? Lizzie could have bitten her tongue. In college, Ryan had been one of her close circle of friends....

Ryan Murray couldn’t believe his eyes. The curly, dark blond hair was the same, although she’d cut it shorter, and she might have gained ...

She peered through the snow-spattered windshield at the neon sign and hoped like hell there was room at the inn. She wasn’t likely to get...

“Poppy! Poppy!” Marnie raced along the bluffs behind the cottage, shouting her daughter’s name, but the blustery wind stole the words f...

The minute he stepped through the doorway, Bryce’s gaze landed on Marnie and stuck. He hadn’t seen her in more than ten years, but she st...