“her shoes. Good lord, woman, get a grip! She looked up in time to see her oldest brother, Garrett, enter the shop. He strode toward her, the scowl twisting his face sending her already racing heart” — Donna Marie Rogers Copy Share Image
“glanced up at Sara and his heart swelled even more. With her hands resting protectively on their son’s shoulders, an unsure smile wavering on… — Donna Marie Rogers Copy Share Image
“A good romance novel is like a bubble bath...steamy, relaxing, and over way too soon.” — Donna Marie Rogers Copy Share Image
“my baby’s turning five.” She leaned in to peer at the half-iced tray of cinnamon rolls, and a mob of strawberry-blonde curls spilled forward.… — Donna Marie Rogers Copy Share Image
“her shoes. Good lord, woman, get a grip! She looked up in time to see her oldest brother, Garrett, enter the shop. He strode… — Donna Marie Rogers Copy Share Image
“her head a small shake. “Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t have this place if it weren’t for you. Your sweet rolls are on the… — Donna Marie Rogers Copy Share Image
“big brown eyes simmering with barely concealed fury. But still, he remained quiet.” — Donna Marie Rogers Copy Share Image
“hands were shaking and braced them on the counter. “He hated his father. Maybe” — Donna Marie Rogers Copy Share Image
