When James Morgan left for Korea, his heart belonged to another woman. But all that changed when he found the picture of a beautiful, exotic woman one of his troop mates left behind.
The tattered photo gives him the resolve he needs to make it home alive, but once he gets there, he has no idea how to go about finding the mysterious woman who unknowingly saved his life.
Gloria Flores is distraught when her brother dies fighting a war she never supported in the first place. Still, it falls to her to pick up the shattered pieces left in the wake of his untimely death. In order to heal, her family must relocate once again, but Gloria is tired of being the protector. She’s hurting too, and something seems to be tying her to the small Texas home town. But what?
Will James find the woman he so desperately seeks, and will he be exactly the person she needs too?
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On the fifth day, one of the waitresses came by to chat with him as she topped off his cup of Joe. “You know the girls are starting to tell stories about you?”
James reluctantly tore his vision away from the window and looked up at the pretty blonde with bright red lipstick.
She smiled at him and took a seat on the opposite side of the booth. “Pam thinks you’re an undercover cop on a stakeout, but I said, ‘Pam, that’s ridiculous. He doesn’t look a thing like a cop.’ Then there’s Rosemary. She thinks you’ve got a case of that—what do they call it?—amnesia, and that you keep coming in here to try to jog your memory because you can’t remember where your home is and so you don’t really have anywhere else to go.” She leaned forward conspiratorially. “But me? I think you’re waiting for somebody who means an awful lot to you.”
“Oh?” James raised an eyebrow and took a sip of the piping hot coffee.
“I’m right, aren’t I? I knew it,” she squealed. “Name’s Betty Jo by the way.”
He took the hand she reached across the table in greeting.
“And who might you be?”
“James,” he said, purposefully avoiding his military title so as not to create an even bigger fuss.
“How do you do, James? Now, tell me, because I’m dying to know. Is my little theory correct?”
He nodded and her smile grew even wider.
“I knew it! Who is she?”
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Daria Palmieri
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Ligia Fonseca
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Author review: Ligia continues to be the best of the best. If I could give her more than 5 stars, I would! |
