Barclayville

Talk About Courtroom Drama! C. J. Parker: Gorgeous, feisty attorney - "Never mind what C. J. stands for! " Shrewd. A winner. Had made mincemeat of guys like Roarke. Roarke Farrell: Hunk. Hotshot opposing attorney - "I'm gonna win this case hands down! " Equally shrewd. Also a winner. Wanted C. J. badly. Roarke was determined to strip away those sexy little suits C. J. wore in court. He was determined to tear down all the defenses around her heart. And he'd knock a hole in her legal defense a mile wide! C. J. Parker: "Dream on, Roarke! "

A ghost was one thing; a curse was another... Mattie Farrell's restaurant had a ghost...one who played the harpsichord and opened the front door to a few select people. Her gorgeous landlord, Grant Whittaker, was one of them. And he was very much alive... The ghost was his great-aunt, he said, and her curse had driven everyone of marrying age out of Barclayville. Everyone but him...and her. Mattie refused to believe it. Why would their ghost put a hex on marriage and then matchmaker so determinedly from the grave?

The last manSheriff Mac Delaney couldn't believe it - he'd lost all his poker buddies to matrimony! All over Barclayville, bachelors were dropping like flies. But not Mac. Never Mac. After all, as the only lawman in town, he was too busy to fall in love. That was until he met... The only womanFor Mac, at least. Dr. Francesca "Frankie" Carmichael was smart, brave... and breathtakingly sexy, too! But Frankie was running from her past - and it had just caught up with her. Wasn't that just Mac's luck? The Last Bachelor was finally ready to commit... to a woman who wouldn't stick around long enough to say "I do"!