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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Miller, Linda Lael
  • Author:  Miller, Linda Lael
  • ISBN-10:  1451611250
  • ISBN-10:  1451611250
  • ISBN-13:  9781451611250
  • ISBN-13:  9781451611250
  • Publisher:  Gallery Books
  • Publisher:  Gallery Books
  • Pages:  336
  • Pages:  336
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Sep-2010
  • Pub Date:  01-Sep-2010
  • SKU:  1451611250-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  1451611250-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 100232736
  • List Price: $20.99
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Linda Lael Miller’s rich imagination, robust humor, and stirring sensuality have earned her accolades as one of the “twentieth-century maestros” (The Paperback Forum) of romantic fiction. Now she creates a tale of love so compelling it soars—through the heart of the Old West, and through time itself.

Seven-year-old Keighly Barrow never forgot the night she spied a boy her own age at her grandmother’s Redemption, Nevada, mansion. He was staring at her from an antique mirror in the ballroom, standing among gaudily dressed women in an old-time western saloon. Keighly could only discover that his name was Darby Elder—and that he lived a century ago.

Twenty years later, engaged to be married, Keighly inherited her grandmother’s house. Back before the ballroom mirror, she faces a handsome cowboy whose roguish air radiates trouble. Keighly senses the spirit of Darby Elder—along with an electric charge of passion passing through the glass...and into her heart. But old news clips declare this outlaw son of a local madam would die in a shoot-out. Keighly’s magical connection to Darby is too strong not to try and save his life or, if history will not bend, to love him as fiercely as the fleeting moments will allow.Chapter One

Redemption, present day

The elegant old house, emptied by the other heirs of everything except the fixtures, one bed, a few boxes of papers and books, and Great-Aunt Marthe's harp, seemed to yawn around Keighly Barrow as she stood in the entry hall, one suitcase at her side.

She bit her lower lip and held back tears, allowing the mantle of ownership to settle slowly over her. Her emotions were mixed: she had always loved this place, and her experiences here had almost invariably been happy ones. Still, its very emptiness was a painful reminder that her grandmother and parents were dead.

Keighly sighed. She owned a small art gallery il³„
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