The Season Of Love: Beloved. Diana Palmer
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Also available by Diana Palmer
Wyoming Men
Wyoming Tough
Wyoming Fierce
Wyoming Bold
Wyoming Strong
Wyoming Rugged
Wyoming Brave
Undaunted
Untamed
A Husband for Christmas
Invincible
White Christmas
And in e-Book:
Hunter
To Have and to Hold
Miss Greenhorn
Reluctant Father
Betrayed by Love
His Girl Friday
Hoodwinked
Heart of Ice
Blind Promises
Diamond Spur
Eye of the Tiger
Champagne Girl
The Morcai Battalion
The Morcai Battalion: The Recruit
The Morcai Battalion: Invictus
The Season of Love
BelovedTexas Born
Diana Palmer
The prolific author of more than one 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 humour. Diana lives with her family in Cornelia, Georgia.
Visit her website at www.DianaPalmer.com.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Diana Palmer
To Debbie and the staff at Books Galore in Watkinsville, GA, and to all my wonderful readers there and in Athens.
Simon Hart sat alone in the second row of the seats reserved for family. He wasn’t really kin to John Beck, but the two had been best friends since college. John had been his only real friend. Now he was dead, and there she sat like a dark angel, her titian hair veiled in black, pretending to mourn the husband she’d cast off like a worn coat after only a month of marriage.
He crossed his