Seventh Heaven

by Catherine Anderson Narrated by Julia Gibson

Overview

The romances of New York Times best-selling author Catherine Anderson have captured the imagination of readers all over the world. She has won nine consecutive Kiss Awards for the captivating heroes of her popular novels. In Seventh Heaven she crafts a stirring tale of the healing power of love. Ten years have passed since Joe Lakota left Laurel Creek, Oregon for the allure of the big city and a career in professional football. Now a single father, Joe returns to Laurel Creek hoping to rekindle his romance with Marilee Nelson. But their separation was painful, and Marilee is wounded deeper than anyone knows. Her head tells her to resist Joe's advances, but can she ignore her deepest desires? Seventh Heaven is a heartwarming story about confronting the pain of the past and finding the courage to give love a second chance. Julia Gibson delivers an impassioned reading of this memorable book.

Editorial Reviews

Jill M. Smith

No one writes riveting emotion quite like Catherine Anderson. Her talent for delving into rich, emotional depths is unmatched.
— Romantic Times

Product Details

BN ID:	2940170996223
Publisher:	Recorded Books, LLC
Publication date:	03/11/2008
Edition description:	Unabridged

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Chapter One

Monday, July 17
Laurel Creek, Oregon

It had been nearly a year since Marilee Nelson's last panic attack, and she honestly believed she'd never have another one.

Until she saw the football helmet.

As football helmets went, it was ordinary enough, gray and striped with crimson, the team colors of Laurel Creek High, her alma mater. Nothing very frightening about that. No, what struck terror into her was that the helmet lay in the back window of an unknown blue Honda with California plates that was parked in front of her garage.

That was enough to send Marilee straight past panic into full-blown hysteria.

After her car had rocked to a stop, she cut the engine and stared at that California plate until her eyes burned. JOE, it read. A very ordinary name. It was undoubtedly pure coincidence that some guy named Joe from California had parked his vehicle in her driveway. A kid working his way through college by selling magazine subscriptions, maybe. Or a census taker who'd wandered into the wrong state.

She might have convinced herself, only there was that helmet. Only one Joe from California would have Laurel Creek High football gear in his car. Her Joe. Six feet plus of muscular, lethal-edged male.

"Oh, God."

At the sound of her voice, her bloodhound Boo stirred awake from his nap on the passenger seat. Casting her a disgruntled, droopy-eyed look, he yawned and licked his nose.

"Don't look at me as if I'm a coward. You're the one who needs a Valium to get through an appointment with the vet."

Marilee dragged in a shaky breath, gulped, and tried to relaxher body. Slow, even breaths. Center your thoughts. The routine came second nature to her now, and though sometimes ineffective, it worked this time to decelerate her heartbeat. Thank heaven. Having a panic attack at the mere sight of his car would be a dead giveaway.

"This is silly. I mean...why be upset? He's moved home after ten years. So? We used to have a thing going. Big deal. After being back for almost two months, he's suddenly decided to drop by and say hello. Why, I have no idea. To make me miserable, maybe? Yeah, that works.,"

Boo whined, rested his massive head on his paws again, and closed his saggy red-rimmed eyes.

"Exactly. Boring. Like I care anymore." She dropped her keys in her purse. "I mean, really. I'm a self-sufficient twenty-eight-year-old in the dawn of an enlightened century. No matter how sticky the situation, I can handle it."

Gathering her courage, Marilee stepped from the car. All she had to do was take control and think up a really good lie to get rid of him.

Oh, God, why is he here?

Her hands shook as she walked around the car, opened the door, and rousted Boo from his nap. The hound groaned when she patted his broad, bony head. "Come on, you big chicken. For once, put that nose God gave you to good use. Sniff him out. Act vicious. Chase him away, and I'll feed you juicy top sirloin for dinner."

Boo grunted as he slid off the seat. Closing the door, Marilee turned to follow him, determined not to let this throw her. Everything had been going so well for her this last year. She'd be damned if she would let Joe waltz back into her life now and turn her world topsy-turvy.

No way. She had important things on her agenda for this afternoon. It mattered not a whit that it was only a huge pot of beef stew simmering on the stove. At precisely four-thirty, she had to put in the potatoes. That qualified as a pressing engagement, right? She'd simply act glad to see him again — ha, ha — and regretfully explain that he'd caught her at a bad time.

Situation handled.

Boo lumbered along in front of her, taking up most of the walkway with his rawboned frame, his loose skin rolling just above his protruding shoulder blades. At the Y in the concrete, he hung a left, taking the path that cut between the garage and house. Following on the canine's heels., she brushed nervously at the brown fur that clung to her white slacks and sleeveless pink cotton shell.

Oh, God. What was she doing? As if she cared how she looked. She absolutely would not suck it in. She puffed at her bangs to get the frizzy blond-streaked brown curls out of her eyes. Joe Lakota was the last man on earth she wanted to impress. He was dangerous to her well-being, and if she forgot that, even for a second, she'd find herself nose to nose with more trouble than she could handle, about two hundred twenty pounds of it.

Halfway to the house, Boo stumbled to a stop, his stance wary as he snuffled the air. Marilee saw Joe sitting on the side porch. Leaning forward at the waist with one leg bent and the other extended, he was massaging his knee.

Even from a distance, he was gorgeous — if you went for bronze skin, tousled sable hair, and lots of muscle. He wore gray sweatpants and a matching athletic T-shirt with Laurel Creek High School printed in red block letters across the chest.

When he spotted her, he straightened. Like many canines, Boo was slightly myopic and evidently couldn't see Joe until he moved. Marilee might have laughed at the dog's reaction if she hadn't been so dismayed by their unexpected visitor herself. Boo's demeanor said, "Holy smokes! An intruder?" Almost instantly, long strings of white drool began to stream from the hound's floppy jowls.

"Hi there!" Joe called, his tone friendly and not at all threatening. Unfortunately, he looked dangerously capable of leaping to his feet at any given moment to twist a slightly overweight bloodhound into pretzel shapes...

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