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Norah

Debbie Macomber (1992)

SubgenreContemporary Romance
Age groupAdult 18+
Content ratingPG-13
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SettingContemporary
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ViolenceNot rated
Sexual contentModerate
LanguageNot rated

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This book is part of a series: Orchard Valley Synopsis Norah Bloomfield and Rowdy Cassidy — an unexpected romance Norah Bloomfield is feeling a bit unneeded these days, a bit lonely. Her father is quickly recovering his health, and her sisters, Valerie and Stephanie, are busy planning their weddings. Then, from out of the blue, a cantankerous Texan named Rowdy Cassidy crashes into Orchard Valley. And into Norah’s life…The same Rowdy Cassidy who’d been Valerie’s boss – and who’d demanded she cancel her wedding. Now he’s Norah’s patient. And in all her nursing experience, she’s never encountered a more difficult man. Or a more irresistible one! Yes, she falls in love with him. And that’s a mistake – because Norah has good reason to believe that Rowdy’s still in love with her sister. Details First Published: 1993/01/01 Publisher: Harlequin ISBN: 373032447 Excerpt Norah This cowboy was too young to die! Norah Bloomfield stared down at the unconscious face of the man in Orchard Valley Hospital’s emergency room. He was suffering from shock, internal injuries and a compound fracture of the right fibula. Yet he was probably the luckiest man she’d ever known. He’d survived. The team of doctors worked vigorously over him, doing everything possible to keep him alive. Although she was busy performing her own role in this drama, Norah was curious. It wasn’t every day a man literally fell out of the sky into their backyard. Whoever he was, he’d been involved in a plane accident. From what she heard when they’d rushed him in, he’d made a gallant effort to land the single-engine Cessna in a wheatfield, but the plane’s wingtip had caught the ground, catapulting it into a series of cartwheels. That he’d managed to crawl out of the wreckage was a miracle all its own. She tightened the blood-pressure cuff around his arm and called out the latest reading. Dr. Adamson, the surgeon in attendance, briskly instructed her to administer a shot. Their patient wa