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The St. James #3
Leora
LOVE DREAMFor the first time in her life, sheltered Leora Mason-St. James was enjoying her newfound freedom. But when a family crisis forced her to return home, she feared that her homecoming would stir up painful memories. She never dreamed that her past held the key to her future. It began when she became Max Silver's new secretary. The rugged, hot-tempered architect was every woman's secret fantasy. But Leora sensed a gentleness beneath his rugged facade; she recognized the pain he tried so hard to hide. And in Leora, Max found a vulnerable woman who longed to be free of her inhibitions. Was he the man to take her to a place beyond their most passionate imaginings... to a love stronger than they'd ever known?
- GenresRomance
Mass Market Paperback
First published July 1, 1996
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About the author
Lacey Dancer
33 books63 followersSydney Ann Cook born in 1948, Her pen names include Sara Chance, Sherry Carr, Lacey Dancer and Sydney Ann Clary. She started to publish novels in 1983, and continued through the late nineties when family demands took center stage in her life. As Sara Chance & Lacey Dancer, she won the Romantic Times Career Achievement Award in 1991-1992 for Series Romance Love and Laughter, and a second Romantic Times Career Achievement Award in 1996 for Series Romantic Adventure. She was also awarded two Woman of the Year, 1991 & 1993. She has a number of Certificates of Excellence from Romantic Times under both Sara Chance and Lacey Dancer.
Sydney has ridden a bucking horse, driven racing boats and cars just because she was offered the chance. She collects salt cellars, rescues dogs and donkeys.
Currently, she resides in a house she designed and had built. She has taken up farming, raising pecans, pine trees and peaches. Just a little of each to start. Her current at home mode of transport are John Deere tractors.
Sydney has ridden a bucking horse, driven racing boats and cars just because she was offered the chance. She collects salt cellars, rescues dogs and donkeys.
Currently, she resides in a house she designed and had built. She has taken up farming, raising pecans, pine trees and peaches. Just a little of each to start. Her current at home mode of transport are John Deere tractors.
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March 15, 2016
I can honestly say that of all of the opposite-attract romances I have ever read, LEORA takes the cake.
Max Silver was roughly 6 feet tall. Leora Mason-St. James was just above 5 feet in height.
Max was 38 years old and let stress rule his life. He was a my-way-or-the-highway type of guy. Because of this, he had 'anger issues extraordinaire'.
Leora had lived with her adoptive family until just the past year. She had graduated college but was still young though her age was never given. She was finally on her own, doing her best to overcome a speech impediment with stuttering. She worked for a temp agency as a secretary. She was on the quiet side and took her employment seriously.
Max had run off every secretary the company had ever assigned him. He doesn't know it but Leora was the last one.
"I'm behind schedule. Come on, rabbit."
"I can't walk that fast."
"Wear better shoes tomorrow. I like to roam the plant and I want you with me. I'm not a sit-at-a-desk boss."
He swept her up in his arms, ignoring the way she went board rigid. He didn't have time for crazy, skittish women but he had to have a secretary.
"Mr. Sil...Silver, put me do....down."
"No."
Hmph. I am embarrassed to admit that I finished this story.
Max Silver was roughly 6 feet tall. Leora Mason-St. James was just above 5 feet in height.
Max was 38 years old and let stress rule his life. He was a my-way-or-the-highway type of guy. Because of this, he had 'anger issues extraordinaire'.
Leora had lived with her adoptive family until just the past year. She had graduated college but was still young though her age was never given. She was finally on her own, doing her best to overcome a speech impediment with stuttering. She worked for a temp agency as a secretary. She was on the quiet side and took her employment seriously.
Max had run off every secretary the company had ever assigned him. He doesn't know it but Leora was the last one.
"I'm behind schedule. Come on, rabbit."
"I can't walk that fast."
"Wear better shoes tomorrow. I like to roam the plant and I want you with me. I'm not a sit-at-a-desk boss."
He swept her up in his arms, ignoring the way she went board rigid. He didn't have time for crazy, skittish women but he had to have a secretary.
"Mr. Sil...Silver, put me do....down."
"No."
Hmph. I am embarrassed to admit that I finished this story.
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