Lonely Hearts — Annie Kimberlin

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Maybe it was fate; maybe it was a poodle. Sylvie Taylor drifted out of the sky and into Ray's arms like some kind of auburn-haired sprite. Actually she fell off the roof. And she didn't really land in his arms, she fell on top of him. But as frustrating as the clumsy beauty was, Ray couldn't get her eyes out of his thoughts. Then the solitude of his past interfered-- could Sylvie be the one to melt his hard heart?

Had Jean-Luc, her white standard poodle, not knocked over the ladder, Sylvie would never have met that gorgeous hunk of a "male-man." Even though she didn't believe in romance anymore, Sylvie couldn't help the way she felt when she looked info the postal carrier's azure eyes. And she yearned to feel his strong arms around her again. Now with a little luck and a rather large poodle, the couple just might unite their... LONELY HEARTS