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       Praise for New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author

       SUSAN MALLERY

      “Mallery’s prose is luscious and provocative.”

      —Publishers Weekly

      “Susan Mallery’s gift for writing humor and tenderness makes all her books true gems.”

      —RT Book Reviews

      “Romance novels don’t get much better than Mallery’s expert blend of emotional nuance, humor and superb storytelling.”

      —Booklist

      “Mallery sets up some very tough choices for her heroine, making this book compelling and intense.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Finding Perfect

      “[A]n emotional story with a beautiful happy ending! Another must read by Susan Mallery.”

      —Good Choice Reading on Almost Perfect

      “Warm, funny, and sexy, this lighthearted yet touching page-turner is a satisfying, rewarding read and the ‘perfect’ beginning for Mallery’s Fool’s Gold series.”

      —Library Journal on Chasing Perfect

      “As demonstrated in this compelling story, family doesn’t have to share blood, just emotions. Filled with emotional drama, devastating treachery and the power of love, this finale will delight fans.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Hot on Her Heels

      “One of the Top 10 Romance Novels of 2009!”

      —Booklist on Straight from the Hip

       Also Available from Susan Mallery and MIRA Books

       Only Mine Finding Perfect Almost Perfect Chasing Perfect Hot on Her Heels Straight from the Hip Lip Service Sweet Trouble Sweet Spot Sweet Talk Accidentally Yours Tempting Sizzling Irresistible Delicious Falling for Gracie Someone Like You

       And coming soon Only His

      Only Yours

      Susan Mallery

       www.mirabooks.co.uk

      To Kristy Lorimer. A dark, mysterious stranger, an adorable if slightly off-center heroine and a goofy dog named Fluffy. All for you.

      CHAPTER ONE

      MONTANA HENDRIX’S PERFECTLY good morning was thwarted by a hot dog, a four-year-old boy and a Lab and golden retriever mix named Fluffy.

      Things had started out well enough. Montana had been determined to get the nearly a year old dog into a therapy-dog training program. Sure, Fluffy was exuberant and clumsy, with a habit of eating anything and simply being too happy, but she had a huge heart. If she was, in simple terms, a screwup, Montana refused to hold that against her. Montana knew what it was like to fail to meet her potential, to always feel she wasn’t good enough. She’d made a career out of it. Fluffy was not going to suffer the way she had. And even if she was projecting a little too much on to an innocent dog, well, sometimes that happened.

      So there she was, on a beautiful Fool’s Gold summer morning, walking Fluffy … or, rather, being walked by Fluffy.

      “Think calm,” Montana, holding firmly on to the leash, told the dog. “Therapy dogs are calm. Therapy dogs understand restraint.”

      Fluffy gave her a doggie grin, then nearly knocked over a trash can with a sweep of her ever-moving tail. Restraint wasn’t in Fluffy’s vocabulary. She was barely calm in her sleep.

      Later Montana would tell herself she should have seen it coming. This particular morning was the first weekend after school had let out and there was a festival to celebrate. Street vendors had been setting up for days. Although it was early, the smell of hot dogs and barbecue filled the air. The sidewalks were crowded and Fluffy kept pulling toward the children playing in the park. Her expression was clear—she wanted to be playing, too.

      Up ahead, a mother paid for a hot dog. Her young son took it eagerly, but before he took a bite, he spotted Fluffy. The boy grinned at Fluffy and held out the food. At that exact moment, Montana was distracted by the latest display in Morgan’s Bookstore and accidentally loosened her grip. Fluffy lunged, the leash slipped and that was when the trouble started.

      Offering a hot dog from a distance might have seemed like a good idea … until a ninety-pound dog came barreling toward the little boy. He shrieked, dropped the hot dog and ran behind his mother. The poor woman had missed the beginning of the encounter. All she saw was a crazy-looking dog headed right for her and her son. She screamed.

      Montana started after Fluffy, yelling for her to stop. But it was as effective as telling the earth to slow down its rotation.

      The mother scooped up her little boy and ducked behind a lemonade stand. Fluffy picked up the hot dog without breaking stride and swallowed it in one gulp, then kept on going. Apparently freedom called.

      Montana hurried after her, the new summer sandals she’d bought the week before cutting into her feet. She knew she had to get Fluffy. The dog was sweet, but not very well trained. Montana’s boss, Max Thurman, had made it clear that Fluffy was not therapy-dog material. If word of today’s disaster reached him, he would insist the dog leave the program. Montana couldn’t stand for that to happen.

      Fluffy was a lot faster than she was and quickly ran out of sight. Montana followed the sound of shrieks and screams, making her way through the streets of the town, dodging a peanut cart and narrowly missing a close encounter with two guys on bikes. She turned a corner just in time to see a tail disappearing through the automatic doors of a tall building.

      “No,” Montana breathed, staring up at the hospital. “Not there. Anywhere but there.”

      She raced forward, inwardly cringing at the thought of what Fluffy could do in a place like that. Big puppy feet on slippery floors were not a happy combination. She ran up the six steps leading to the entrance and dashed inside only to find a trail of havoc marking the way.

      A supply cart was pushed against the wall. Linens spilled onto the floor. A little girl in a wheelchair grinned and pointed down the hall.

      Montana got to the bank of elevators only to find several people willing to tell her that yes, a dog had gotten on. She watched the light panel to see an elevator had stopped on the fourth floor, then jumped in the next one and rode up.

      The doors opened to the sound of screams. A chair lay on its side. More linens were scattered on the floor, along with a couple of charts. Up ahead double doors marked the entrance to the burn unit. Various signs explained what could and couldn’t enter that part of the hospital. A joyous bark told her Fluffy had violated every single posted rule.

      Not knowing what else to do, Montana followed the sound and pushed through the doors. Up ahead several nurses were trying to corral the happy dog while Fluffy did her best to lick all of them at the same time. When Montana called her, the dog turned and raced toward her. Just as a doctor walked out of a nearby room.

      Fluffy did her best to stop. Montana saw her puppy paws scramble as the dog tried to slow. But she couldn’t get traction on the floor. She started to slide, her butt went down, her front paws braced and then she was zipping along in a sitting position. She plowed directly into the doctor, sending him tumbling into Montana.

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