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I’m a dog person. So, how did I wind up fostering fifteen cats? The answer to that is Winnie Mae. She runs the local animal shelter and when someone starts a fire there, I rescue her and the cats. When she told me that they had nowhere else to go, I volunteered to take them. Why would I do that? Well, because I’m in love with Winnie.

For as long as I can remember, Ansel has been my protector. In middle school, he was the tall, strong, boy who kept my bullies at bay. In high school, he was the only one brave enough to stand up to my stepdad. That was when I realized I loved him. I almost told him, too. But then he left. He joined the Marines and vanished from my life, leaving me behind in our small town. I thought I’d never see him again, but now he’s back, and the moment I lay eyes on him, I know that I’m still completely, hopelessly in love with him.

When my rental house gets condemned, I’m not exactly surprised. I mean, the place was always a dump, but it was all that I could afford. Now I have a problem. I need to find a new place to live, which is easier said than done in a small town like Wolf Valley. Then I learn that the new guy in town is looking for a roommate. He may just be the answer to my problem… and the man of my dreams.

When I got the first letter from my secret admirer, I was flattered. With the second, I grew intrigued. By the third, I’m starting to fall in love with him. I wish that I could meet him in person, but I don’t know how to arrange that.

I never thought that I would fall in love or get married. Not after watching my mom’s marriages fail and being there to help her pick up the pieces afterward. I had sworn off men, which was easy because no man had ever tempted me before. Not until Milo. He makes me want to try. I almost give in to my feelings when tragedy strikes, and I’m forced to sell the only thing that I have. Myself. Milo When I find out that Lilou signed up for an arranged marriage, I freak out.

I’m just supposed to be passing through town. I’m in a hurry to put some much-needed distance between me and my hometown, and I may have been speeding. So, I guess the sheriff has a good reason to pull me over. But he definitely doesn’t have a reason to arrest me.