Annette Broadrick

  ,Mind over matter...,
,Some men send flowers, some send cards. But Chad was different. He sent his thoughtsâ€”literally!â€”by telepathy. Ever since Jennifer was a child, Chad had comforted her, teased her, and, as she grew into womanhood, loved her. It would have been perfectâ€”except that she'd never laid eyes on him.,At least not until he needed her help. And that meant meetingâ€”face to face, heart to heart. Was this rugged stranger silhouetted against the cabin door really her mystery lover? Then why, in so many ways, was he so disturbingly familiar?
Romance,Fiction
Mystery Lover