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		<title>Roxann Montana | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Roxann Montana</description>
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			<title>Four</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Predictably, the boys were still asleep when she returned.&amp;nbsp; It took several trips to get the groceries in, but after the work they&amp;rsquo;d done the day before, Lira&amp;nbsp;thought they deserved to sleep in.&amp;nbsp; She unpacked the groceries, deciding tentatively where eve..</description>
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			<title>Three</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ethan and Cole plowed through dinner like starving refugees.&amp;nbsp; No one said anything, and the instant their spotless plates touched the floor, both boys crawled into their sleeping bags and dropped off into an enviable oblivion.&amp;nbsp; Lira was just a ravenous, and just as ple..</description>
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			<title>Two</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Lira gazed up at Boireannach&amp;rsquo;s four-story manner house with no small wonder.&amp;nbsp; It was a mansion, more than a manner house, built of large, square blocks of granite.&amp;nbsp; Creamy white stone steps led up to two large oak doors and the massive windows promised a glorious..</description>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aiden MacLachlan had only just stepped inside the diner when he spotted her.&amp;nbsp; Living so near Ullapool most of his life, he knew by now who the locals were, and this woman was not among that number.&amp;nbsp; Tourist season was, for the most part, over.&amp;nbsp; Kids would be going..</description>
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			<title>Foreign</title>
			<description>A woman moves to Scotland to escape the recently paroled father of her two teenage boys and takes a job as the housekeeper of a Highland estate.</description>
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