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      You never forget the one who got away

      When Lilah Evans graduated from Grantham U, she was ready to leave college behind and change the world. Now, at a crossroads, she’s doing something she never wanted to do: attending her ten-year reunion. And that means running

      into Justin Bigelow.

      A decade ago, Justin was the big man on campus—Mr. Self-Involved himself. So why did he nominate Lilah for the Distinguished Alumni award? One thing that’s clear this nostalgia-filled weekend, he isn’t the partying jock she remembers.

      What’s also clear is that the attraction that used to simmer between them is now more intense—and impossible to ignore. With the stakes higher, do they finally have the courage to go for it?

      He bit back a smile and the sudden impulse to take her in his arms

      Instead, Justin enjoyed the warm glow that permeated his being and had nothing to do with the sun beating through the car windows.

      Lilah cocked her head and stared at him.

      Justin held his breath.

      She wet her lips.

      The only noise was the whizzing of traffic outside and the occasional honk of a car horn. Not to mention the violent thumping of his own heart.

      This would be it...their first kiss. Finally.

      Dear Reader,

      I live in a small college town. Every spring, the azaleas bloom in candy cane colors, the daffodils and tulips blanket the lawns and flowerbeds and the spirited alumni return for their class reunions. These annual rituals bring together the bittersweet memories of past joys and disappointments as well as the promise of beautiful and fulfilling things to come—all the elements of a great romance, in my opinion. Is it any wonder that I had to write a series of stories set during Grantham University’s reunions? I hope you enjoy reading this first installment as much as I took pleasure in writing it.

      Let me mention the inspiration for my heroine, Lilah Evans. I happened to read an op-ed piece by New York Times columnist Nicholas Kristof on the organization Run for Congo Women and its founder, Lisa Shannon. As a woman and a mother, I couldn’t help but be moved by Ms. Shannon’s valiant efforts, and I knew I wanted to create a heroine who embodied her spirit. While I was influenced by elements of her story, the characters and events in my book are, of course, strictly fictional.

      As always, I love to hear from my readers. Email me at [email protected].

      Tracy Kelleher

      On Common Ground

      Tracy Kelleher

       image www.millsandboon.co.uk

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Tracy sold her first story to a children’s magazine when she was ten years old. Writing was clearly in her blood, though fiction was put on hold while she received degrees from Yale and Cornell, traveled the world, worked in advertising, became a staff reporter and later a magazine editor. She also managed to raise a family. Is it any surprise she escapes to the world of fiction?

      Many thanks to Renée Dinnerstein,

      an inspired teacher. You’re a good sport.

      For her insights into early childhood education,

      see Renée’s blog, Investigating Choice Time: Inquiry, Exploration, and Play, at investigatingchoicetime.com.

      This book is dedicated to Peter and James:

      two great guys who are generous, smart and funny.

      Plus you give the best hugs!

      Contents

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

       CHAPTER NINETEEN

       CHAPTER TWENTY

       CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

       CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

       CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

       CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

       CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

       CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

       CHAPTER THIRTY

       CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

      CHAPTER ONE

      March

      THE VILLAGE WOMEN STOMPED their bare feet to the rhythm of the drums. They kicked up dirt that collected on the hems of their long cotton dresses, making an earthen border of red clay. The bright, bold patterns of their bandannas created a swirl of color. And the joyous sounds they intoned combined in a song in celebration.

      

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