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Dear Reader,

I really can't express how flattered I am and also how grateful I am to Harlequin Books for releasing this collection of my published works. It came as a great surprise. I never think of myself as writing books that are collectible. In fact, there are days when I forget that writing is work at all. What I do for a living is so much fun that it never seems like a job. And since I reside in a small community, and my daily life is confined to such mundane things as feeding the wild birds and looking after my herb patch in the backyard, I feel rather unconnected from what many would think of as a glamorous profession.

But when I read my email, or when I get letters from readers, or when I go on signing trips to bookstores to meet all of you, I feel truly blessed. Over the past thirty years I have made lasting friendships with many of you. And quite frankly, most of you are like part of my family. You can't imagine how much you enrich my life. Thank you so much.

I also need to extend thanks to my family (my husband, James, son, Blayne, daughter-in-law, Christina, and granddaughter, Selena Marie), to my best friend, Ann, to my readers, booksellers and the wonderful people at Harlequin Books—from my editor of many years, Tara, to all the other fine and talented people who make up our publishing house. Thanks to all of you for making this job, and my private life, so worth living.

Thank you for this tribute, Harlequin, and for putting up with me for thirty long years! Love to all of you.

Diana Palmer

DIANA PALMER

The prolific author of more than a hundred books, Diana Palmer got her start as a newspaper reporter. A multi–
New York Times
bestselling author and one of the top ten romance writers in America, she has a gift for telling the most sensual tales with charm and humor. Diana lives with her family in Cornelia, Georgia.

Visit her website at www.DianaPalmer.com.

D
IANA
P
ALMER

New York Times
and
USA TODAY
Bestselling Author

MAGGIE'S DAD

New York Times
and
USA TODAY
Bestselling Author

Diana Palmer

The Essential Collection

Long, Tall Texans…and More!

AVAILABLE FEBRUARY 2011

Calhoun

Tyler

Ethan

Connal

Harden

Evan

AVAILABLE MARCH 2011

Donavan

Emmett

Regan's Pride

That Burke Man

Circle of Gold

Cattleman's Pride

AVAILABLE APRIL 2011

The Princess Bride

Coltrain's Proposal

A Man of Means

Lionhearted

Maggie's Dad

Rage of Passion

AVAILABLE MAY 2011

Lacy

Beloved

Love with a Long, Tall Texan
(containing “Guy,” “Luke” and “Christopher”)

Heart of Ice

Noelle

Fit for a King

The Rawhide Man

AVAILABLE JUNE 2011

A Long, Tall Texan Summer
(containing “Tom,” “Drew” and “Jobe”)

Nora

Dream's End

Champagne Girl

Friends and Lovers

The Wedding in White

AVAILABLE JULY 2011

Heather's Song

Snow Kisses

To Love and Cherish

Long, Tall and Tempted
(containing “Redbird,” “Paper Husband” and “Christmas Cowboy”)

The Australian

Darling Enemy

Trilby

AVAILABLE AUGUST 2011

Sweet Enemy

Soldier of Fortune

The Tender Stranger

Enamored

After the Music

The Patient Nurse

AVAILABLE SEPTEMBER 2011

The Case of the Mesmerizing Boss

The Case of the Confirmed Bachelor

The Case of the Missing Secretary

September Morning

Diamond Girl

Eye of the Tiger

Prologue

R
ain was peppering down on the roof of the small house where Antonia Hayes's parents lived. It was a cold rain, and Antonia thought absently that she was very glad it was summer, because by early autumn that soft rain would turn to sleet or snow. Bighorn, a small town in northwestern Wyoming, was not an easy town to leave once it was covered in ice. It was rural and despite having three thousand inhabitants, it was too small to offer the transportation choices of a larger town. There wasn't even an airport; only a bus station. The railroad ran through it, too, but the trains were spaced too far apart to do Antonia much good.

She was about to begin her sophomore year in college, at the University of Arizona in Tucson, and
snow was fairly rare in that area in winter, except up in the mountains. The desert floor had light dustings, but not enough to inconvenience anyone. Besides, Antonia—having just finished her first year there—had been much too busy trying to pass her core courses and heal a broken heart to notice the weather. She did notice the summer heat now, though, she mused, and thanked God for air-conditioning.

The clock sounded and Antonia turned, her short, blond hair perky and her gray eyes full of sadness at having to leave. But fall semester started in less than a week, and she had to get back into her dorm room and set up some sort of schedule. The only comforting thing about going back was that George Rutherford's stepdaughter, Barrie Bell, was her dorm roommate, and they got along very well indeed.

“It's been lovely having you home for a whole week,” her mother, Jessica, said warmly. “I do wish you could have stayed the whole summer….”

Her voice trailed off. She knew, as did Antonia and Ben, her husband, why Antonia couldn't stay in Bighorn very long. It was a source of great sadness to all of them, but they didn't discuss it. It still hurt too much, and the gossip hadn't quite died down even now, almost a year after the fact. George Rutherford's abrupt move to France a few months after Antonia's departure had quelled the remaining gossip.

Despite what had happened, George had remained a good, true friend to Antonia and her family. Her college education was his gift to her. She would pay
him back every penny, but right now the money was a godsend. Her parents were well regarded in the community, but lacked the resources to swing her tuition. George had been determined to help, and his kindness had cost them both so much.

But George's son, Dawson, and his stepdaughter, Barrie, had rallied around Antonia, defending her against the talk.

It was comforting to know that the two people closest to George didn't believe he was Antonia's sugar daddy. And of course, it helped that Dawson and Powell Long were rivals for a strip of land that separated their respective Bighorn ranch holdings. George had lived on his Bighorn ranch until the scandal. Then he went back to the family home he shared with Dawson in Sheridan, hoping to stem the gossip. It hadn't happened. So he'd moved to France, leaving more bitterness between Dawson and Powell Long. There was no love lost there.

But even with George out of the country, and despite the support of friends and family, Sally Long had done so much damage to Antonia's reputation that she was sure she would never be able to come home again.

Her mind came back to the remark her mother had just made. “I took classes this summer,” she murmured absently. “I'm really sorry, but I thought I'd better, and some of my new friends went, too. It was nice, although I do miss being home. I miss both of you.”

Jessica hugged her warmly. “And we miss you.”

“That damn fool Sally Long,” Ben muttered as he also hugged his daughter. “Spreading lies so that she could take Powell away from you. And that damn fool Powell Long, believing them, marrying her, and that baby born just seven months later…!”

Antonia's face went pale, but she smiled gamely. “Now, Dad,” she said gently. “It's all over,” she added with what she hoped was a reassuring smile, “they're married and they have a daughter now. I hope he's happy.”

“Happy! After the way he treated you?”

Antonia closed her eyes. The memories were still painful. Powell had been the center of her life. She'd never imagined she could feel a love so sweeping, so powerful. He'd never said he loved her, but she'd been so sure that he did. Looking back now, though, she knew that he'd never really loved her. He
wanted
her, of course, but he had always drawn back.
We'll wait for marriage,
he'd said.

And waiting had been a good thing, considering how it had all turned out.

At the time, Antonia had wanted him desperately, but she'd put him off. Even now, over a year later, she could still see his black eyes and dark hair and thin, wide mouth. That image lived in her heart despite the fact that he'd canceled their wedding the day before it was to take place. People who hadn't been notified in time were sitting in the church, waiting. She shuddered faintly, remembering her humiliation.

Ben was still muttering about Sally.

“That's enough, Ben.” Jessica laid a hand on her husband's arm. “It's water under the bridge,” she said firmly. Her voice was so tranquil that it was hard for Antonia to believe that the scandal had caused her mother to have heart problems. She'd done very well, and Antonia had done everything possible to avoid the subject so that her mother wouldn't be upset.

“I wouldn't say Powell was happy,” Ben continued, unabashed. “He's never home, and we never see him out with Sally in public. In fact, we never see Sally much at all. If she's happy, she doesn't let it show.” He studied his daughter's pale, rigid face. “She called here one day before Easter and asked for your address. Did she write to you?”

“She wrote me.”

“Well?” he prompted, curious.

“I returned the letter without opening it,” Antonia said tightly, even paler now. She looked down at her shoes. “It's ancient history.”

“She might have wanted to apologize,” Jessica ventured.

Antonia sighed. “Some things go beyond apologies,” she said quietly. “I loved him, you know,” she added with a faint smile. “But he never loved me. If he did, he didn't say so in all the time we went together. He believed everything Sally told him. He just told me what he thought of me, called off the wedding and walked away. I had to leave. It hurt too much to stay.” She could picture in her mind that long, straight back,
the rigid set of his dark head. The pain had been terrible. It still was.

“As if George was that sort of man,” Jessica said wearily. “He's the kindest man in the world, and he adores you.”

“Not the sort to play around with young girls,” Ben agreed. “Idiots, people who could believe that about him. I know that's why he moved out of the country, to spare us any more gossip.”

“Since he and I are both gone, there's not much to gossip about,” Antonia said pointedly. She smiled. “I'm working hard on my grades. I want George to be proud of me.”

“He will be. And we already are,” Jessica said warmly.

“Well, it serves Powell Long right that he ended up with that selfish little madam,” Ben persisted irritably. “He thinks he's going to get rich by building up that cattle ranch, but he's just a dreamer,” Ben scoffed. “His father was a gambler, and his mother was a doormat. Imagine him thinking he's got enough sense to make money with cattle!”

“He does seem to be making strides,” his wife said gently. “He just bought a late-model truck, and they say a string of ranches up in Montana have given him a contract to supply them with seed bulls. You remember, Ben, when his big purebred Angus bull was in the paper, it won some national award.”

“One bull doesn't make an empire,” Ben scoffed.

Antonia felt the words all the way to her heart.
Powell had told her his dreams, and they'd planned that ranch together, discussed having the best Angus bulls in the territory…

“Could we not…talk about him, please?” Antonia asked finally. She forced a smile. “It still stings a little.”

“Of course it does. We're sorry,” Jessica said, her voice soft now. “Can you come home for Christmas?”

“I'll try. I really will.”

She had one small suitcase. She carried it out to the car and hugged her mother one last time before she climbed in beside her father for the short ride to the bus depot downtown.

It was morning, but still sweltering hot. She got out of the car and picked up her suitcase as she waited on the sidewalk for her father to get her ticket from the office inside the little grocery store. There was a line. She'd just turned her attention back to the street when her eyes froze on an approaching pedestrian; a cold, quiet ghost from the past.

He was just as lean and dark as she remembered him. The suit was better than the ones he'd worn when they were dating, and he looked thinner. But it was the same Powell Long.

She'd lost everything to him except her pride. She still had it, and she forced her gray eyes up to his as he walked down the sidewalk with that slow, elegant stride that was particularly his own. She wouldn't let him see how badly his distrust had hurt her, even now.

His expression gave away nothing that he was
feeling. He paused when he reached her, glancing at the suitcase.

“Well, well,” he drawled, watching her face. “I heard you were here. The chicken came home to roost, did she?”

“I'm not here to stay,” she replied coolly. “I've been to visit my parents. I'm on my way to Arizona, back to college.”

“By bus?” he taunted. “Couldn't your sugar daddy afford a plane ticket? Or did he leave you high and dry when he hightailed it to France?”

She kicked him right in the shin. It wasn't premeditated, and he looked as shocked as she did when he bent to rub the painful spot where her shoe had landed.

“I wish I'd been wearing steel-toed combat boots like one of the girls in my dorm,” she said hotly. “And if you ever so much as speak to me again, Powell Long, I'll break your leg the next time!”

She brushed past him and went into the depot.

Her father had just paid for the ticket when his attention was captured by the scene outside the depot. He started outside, but Antonia pushed him back into the building.

“We can wait for the bus in here, Dad,” she said, her face still red and hot with anger.

He glanced past her to where Powell had straightened to send a speaking look toward the depot.

“Well, he seems to have learned to control that
hot temper, at least. A year ago, he'd have been in here, right through the window,” Ben Hayes remarked coldly. “I hope you crippled him.”

She managed a wan smile. “No such luck. You can't wound something that ornery.”

Powell had started back down the street, his back stiff with outrage.

“I hope Sally asks him how he hurt his leg,” Antonia said under her breath.

“Here, girl, the bus is coming.” He shepherded her outside, grateful that the ticket agent hadn't been paying attention and that none of the other passengers seemed interested in the byplay out the window. All they needed was some more gossip.

Antonia hugged her father before she climbed aboard. She wanted to look down the street, to see if Powell was limping. But even though the windows were dark, she wouldn't risk having him catch her watching him. She closed her eyes as the bus pulled away from the depot and spent the rest of the journey trying to forget the pain of seeing Powell Long again.

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