Books like Only Yesterday by Peggy Webb

After a hit‑and‑run leaves her with injuries and amnesia, Kendall Brooks must rebuild her life with the help of paramedic Brady Cooper, whose support sparks a fragile romance amid questions about memory and destiny.

A story of lost love and second chances in a small town in Kansas.

"It's a pleasure to see a marvelous set of lovers who always meet on equal ground." Romantic Times "A fresh and humorous voice that makes reading plain fun." Affaire de Coeur "Peggy Webb delivers again!" The Paperback Forum Saturday Mornings is book 3 of the romantic comedy series, Mississippi McGills, spun off from the popular Donovans of the Delta. Andrew, the youngest of the McGill siblings, is a dog whisperer of extraordinary charm, content to live in the country with his guitar, his hammock, and a kennel full of field trial champion bird dogs. Enter Margaret Leigh Jones, uptight librarian with her equally skittish poodle who won't quit wetting the rug, and suddenly Andrew McGill's Saturday morning is turned upside down. He decides not only to teach the poodle, but the owner as well. What could be more fun than bringing a shy woman out of her shell? Just as Margaret Leigh discovers that all her maiden aunt's warnings about men in leather jackets are false, a family secret tears her world apart. When she sets out on a course of self-destruction, there is only one man to save her. But can Andrew ever convince her to trust again? Can he make her believe that everything he has done was out of love? Follow them on a journey that is both wise and funny. Books 1 and 2 are Valley of Fire and the award-winning Until Morning Comes.

When investigative journalist Hannah Donovan takes on a scientific assignment in Alaska, she meets hot‑headed columnist Jim Roman, and the sizzling attraction between them threatens both romance and her research.

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“So you married me to punish me, Yves?” With great effort, Marianne kept the shock from her voice and hoped her face showed nothing of her inner turmoil. “I don’t have to stay here, you know.” “Oh, no, Marianne.” Yves’s gray eyes glittered at her. “You won”t leave. You like some parts of being married—very much.” His gaze swept boldly over her, and her swift rise of colour told him he was indeed right. “You like being married sometimes, too!” Marianne flung back. “As for punishing me...you don’t seem to be having much success. Perhaps you’d better try harder—” “You tempt me, dear wife,” he whispered seductively. As he reached for her Marianne trembled, knowing he touched her with desire, never love, the worst hurt of all.