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His Girl Next Door: The Army Ranger's Return / New York's Finest Rebel / The Girl from Honeysuckle Farm
Trish Wylie
Jessica Steele
Soraya Lane
The Army Ranger’s ReturnJessica Mitchell has never met her best friend, Special Forces Ranger Ryan McAdams. Whilst Ryan was away fighting for their country, Jessica was secretly fighting her own demons back home. Now he’s back, she can’t wait meet him face-to-face – for the very first time!New York’s Finest Rebel Jo Dawson doesn’t know what to do when NYPD cop Daniel Brannigan moves in next door. Her best friend’s older brother has always been the only person who can get under her skin. So why is she suddenly seeing him in an attractive new light?The Girl from Honeysuckle FarmPhinn Hawkins isn’t fooled by eligible bachelor Ty Allardyce’s good-looks. Ty is the hot-shot London financier who bought her beloved Honeysuckle Farm. So imagine Phinn’s horror when Ty offers her a home and job – at his manor!
His Girl Next Door
The Army Ranger’s
Return
Soraya Lane
New York’s
Finest Rebel
Trish Wylie
The Girl from
Honeysuckle Farm
Jessica Steele
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#u2eaab2a1-208f-5deb-8e02-896486399b0f)
Title Page (#u4fd14ae4-02dc-5785-9b71-5204b4ef5f12)
The Army Ranger’s Return (#u60bda614-59f5-5708-a538-ac6b0f683852)
About the Author (#u67f3f48b-184f-5080-8371-800d5658a3c6)
Dedication (#ua509938d-612d-5fea-8527-314f3e92ba28)
CHAPTER ONE (#u5aa209e7-65ea-570a-abd3-1a4444fb6d66)
CHAPTER TWO (#uf7f7bed6-f5dc-57bf-8187-5164293c029f)
CHAPTER THREE (#uf5bfda96-53c5-5cce-8dfc-d404ad874e1c)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u692813bb-7d9b-53fe-ac3a-89fdb20fe687)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ud48f7283-c6b3-540c-bb8f-e0b396046cca)
CHAPTER SIX (#u970c7617-9478-57c1-8a20-40da7c78af43)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#u3eee4674-83e0-5ade-8a04-a8d3c6375f6c)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#u73afc5ee-9b3b-52f7-bbe5-5e0c12fe469f)
CHAPTER NINE (#u2681f66f-7d88-5732-8c08-b68dbb18c272)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
New York’s Finest Rebel (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWO (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THREE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
The Girl From Honey Suckle Farm (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWO (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THREE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
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Soraya Lane
Writing romance for Mills & Boon is truly a dream come true for SORAYA LANE. An avid book reader and writer since her childhood, Soraya describes becoming a published author as “the best job in the world”, and hopes to be writing heart-warming, emotional romances for many years to come.
Soraya lives with her own real-life hero on a small farm in New Zealand, surrounded by animals and with an office overlooking a field where their horses graze.
Visit Soraya at www.sorayalane.com (http://www.sorayalane.com).
For Hamish, my husband and real-life hero.
You have always believed in me, and in my writing, and this book is for you.
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_91cbb774-d2f0-5cde-b42a-6ca8d0de348e)
Dear Ryan,
It feels like we’ve been writing to one another forever, but it’s only been a year. When I say only, a lot has happened in that time, but it makes our friendship sound insignificant somehow.
Of course you can come to see me. It would be weird not to meet you, after getting to know you so well, but strange in the same way to put a face to the name. When you are discharged, write to me, or maybe we could use more modern forms of communication once you’re back in civilization.
Stay safe and I’ll see you soon. It’s unbelievable that you could be back here and we’d pass one another in the street without even knowing. Jessica
JESSICA MITCHELL STARED out the window and started pacing, eyes never leaving the road. She’d been like this for almost an hour. Stupid, because it wasn’t even time for him to arrive yet, and he was army. He would be exactly on time.
She knew that. Jessica knew he was punctual. She knew he would be knocking on her door at twelve-noon bang on.
She knew just about everything about him.
Ryan McAdams.
Up until now, he’d just been a name. A name that made her smile, that made her run to the mailbox every morning. But that’s all it had been. Innocent letters, two people confiding in one another. Pen pals.
And yet here she was, pacing in her living room, waiting to meet the man in the flesh.
Jessica looked down and watched her hands shaking. They were quivering, her whole body was wired, and for what? He was her friend. Nothing more. A friend she’d never met before, but a friend nonetheless.
So why was she still walking obsessively up and down? She could just make a cup of coffee or read the paper. Take the dog for a walk and not worry if he had to wait on her doorstep for a few minutes.
Because she wanted this to be perfect. There was no use pretending. His letters had helped her through the last year, had stopped her from giving up when she could have hit rock bottom. And she wanted to say thank you to him in person.
The phone rang. Jessica pounced on it, her pulse thumping.
“Hello.”
“Is he there yet?” her best friend asked.
Her heart stuttered then restarted again. She let out a breath. It wasn’t him.
“Hi, Bella.”
“I’m guessing the hunk hasn’t arrived then.”
Why had she ever told her friend about Ryan? Why couldn’t she have kept it to herself? It was stupid even making a fuss like this. He was her friend.
“Jess?”
She flopped down onto the sofa.
“I’m a wreck. A nervous wreck,” she admitted.
Bella laughed. “You’ll be fine. Just remember to breathe, and if you don’t phone me with an update I’m coming around to see him for myself.”
“He could be overweight and unattractive.”
Bella snorted down the line. Jess didn’t even know why she’d said it. Since when did she even care what he looked like? Whatever he looked like didn’t change the fact that his friendship had meant a lot to her this past year.
“Bella, I—Oh, my God.”
She listened to the thump of footfalls on the porch. Heavy, solid men’s feet that beat like a drum on timber.
“Jess? What’s happening?” Bella squawked.
A knock echoed.
