The Cliff House. RaeAnne Thayne
to my indomitable agent, Karen Solem; to Sarah Burningham and her hardworking team at Little Bird Publicity for tirelessly helping spread the word about my books; to my assistants, Judie Bouldry and Carrie Stevenson, for keeping me on track; and to everyone at Harlequin—from the art department for their stunning covers to the marketing team to the copy editors, sales team, production crew and everyone else I may have failed to mention.
I must also thank my hero of a husband and our three children, who somehow manage to love me even in the midst of deadline chaos. You are my heart.
Finally, this particular book would not have been possible without three brilliant friends: Susan Mallery, Christine Rimmer and Jill Shalvis. I can’t thank you enough for all your help!
Contents
DAISY
A man was staring at her in the oral care aisle.
A gorgeous, make-your-ovaries-shiver man.
Though it taxed her considerable powers of restraint, Daisy Davenport McClure did not stare back. She wouldn’t give the stranger the courtesy of knowing he had rattled her.
She