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Dakota Dreamin'
Dakota Dreamin'
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A young widow travels to South Dakota to start a new life—and discover new love—in this Americana romance from the New York Times–bestselling author.
 
Discover romance across America with Janet Dailey’s classic series featuring a love story set in each of the fifty states.
 
Edie was barely eighteen when she married Joe Gibbs, becoming a stepmother to his five-year-old son and mother to their new daughter. Their life was frugal but happy—until Joe left Edie a widow. Now grief-stricken and anxious about their future, Edie is surprised to learn that Joe had made a secret plan to keep them secure and allow the young widow to pursue a lifelong dream of owning a ranch in the Black Hills of South Dakota.
 
Excited and optimistic, the Gibbs family heads West—only to find that Will Maddock, their wealthy new neighbor, is determined to add Edie’s acreage to his own sizable spread. It doesn’t help that the man is as handsome as he is arrogant. When their every encounter becomes a battle, how long can Edie keep Will from getting exactly what he wants?
 
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Release dateApr 1, 2014
ISBN9781497615496
Dakota Dreamin'
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Janet Dailey

Janet Dailey, who passed away in 2013, was born Janet Haradon in 1944 in Storm Lake, Iowa. She attended secretarial school in Omaha, Nebraska, before meeting her husband, Bill. The two worked together in construction and land development until they “retired” to travel throughout the United States, inspiring Dailey to write the Americana series of romances, setting a novel in every state of the Union. In 1974, Dailey was the first American author to write for Harlequin. Her first novel was No Quarter Asked. She went on to write approximately ninety novels, twenty-one of which appeared on the New York Times bestseller list. She won many awards and accolades for her work, appearing widely on radio and television. Today, there are over three hundred million Janet Dailey books in print in nineteen different languages, making her one of the most popular novelists in the world. For more information about Dailey, visit www.janetdailey.com.

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    Dakota Dreamin' - Janet Dailey

    Janet Dailey's Americana Series

    Dangerous Masquerade (Alabama)

    Northern Magic (Alaska)

    Sonora Sundown (Arizona)

    Valley Of the Vapours (Arkansas)

    Fire And Ice (California)

    After the Storm (Colorado)

    Difficult Decision (Connecticut)

    The Matchmakers (Delaware)

    Southern Nights (Florida)

    Night Of The Cotillion (Georgia)

    Kona Winds (Hawaii)

    The Travelling Kind (Idaho)

    A Lyon's Share (Illinois)

    The Indy Man (Indiana)

    The Homeplace (Iowa)

    The Mating Season (Kansas)

    Bluegrass King (Kentucky)

    The Bride Of The Delta Queen (Louisiana)

    Summer Mahogany (Maine)

    Bed Of Grass (Maryland)

    That Boston Man (Massachusetts)

    Enemy In Camp (Michigan)

    Giant Of Mesabi (Minnesota)

    A Tradition Of Pride (Mississippi)

    Show Me (Missouri)

    Big Sky Country (Montana)

    Boss Man From Ogallala (Nebraska)

    Reilly's Woman (Nevada)

    Heart Of Stone (New Hampshire)

    One Of The Boys (New Jersey)

    Land Of Enchantment (New Mexico)

    Beware Of The Stranger (New York)

    That Carolina Summer (North Carolina)

    Lord Of the High Lonesome (North Dakota)

    The Widow And The Wastrel (Ohio)

    Six White Horses (Oklahoma)

    To Tell The Truth (Oregon)

    The Thawing Of Mara (Pennsylvania)

    Strange Bedfellow (Rhode Island)

    Low Country Liar (South Carolina)

    Dakota Dreamin' (South Dakota)

    Sentimental Journey (Tennessee)

    Savage Land (Texas)

    A Land Called Deseret (Utah)

    Green Mountain Man (Vermont)

    Tidewater Lover (Virginia)

    For Mike's Sake (Washington)

    Wild And Wonderful (West Virginia)

    With A Little Luck (Wisconsin)

    Darling Jenny (Wyoming)

    Other Janet Dailey Titles You Might Enjoy

    American Dreams

    Aspen Gold

    Fiesta San Antonio

    For Bitter Or Worse

    The Great Alone

    Heiress

    The Ivory Cane

    Legacies

    Masquerade

    The Master Fiddler

    No Quarter Asked

    Rivals

    Something Extra

    Sweet Promise

    Tangled Vines

    Introduction

    Introducing JANET DAILEY AMERICANA. Every novel in this collection is your passport to a romantic tour of the United States through time-honored favorites by America's First Lady of romance fiction. Each of the fifty novels is set in a different state, researched by Janet and her husband, Bill. For the Daileys it was an odyssey of discovery. For you, it's the journey of a lifetime.

    Preface

    When I first started writing back in the Seventies, my husband Bill and I were retired and traveling all over the States with our home—a 34' travel trailer—in tow. That's when Bill came up with the great idea of my writing a romance novel set in each one of our fifty states. It was an idea I ultimately accomplished before switching to mainstream fiction and hitting all the international bestseller lists.

    As we were preparing to reissue these early titles, I initially planned to update them all—modernize them, so to speak, and bring them into the new high-tech age. Then I realized I couldn't do that successfully any more than I could take a dress from the Seventies and redesign it into one that would look as if it were made yesterday. That's when I saw that the true charm of these novels is their look back on another time and another age. Over the years, they have become historical novels, however recent the history. When you read them yourself, I know you will feel the same.

    So, enjoy, and happy reading to all!

    Chapter One

    FINGERS OF SHOCK continued to send tingles down her spine as Edie Gibbs stared at the check in her hands. Her mind refused to assimilate the number of digits in the dollar figure. She lifted a hand to touch her fingertips to her temple and let them glide into her soft brown hair.

    I…I don't think I quite understand, Mr. Wentworth. At last she found her voice, husky though it was, to address the lawyer sitting in the wing-backed chair her late husband had always occupied. When you phoned and asked to discuss my…my financial condition, I thought— A bewildered laugh escaped her throat. It took all of our savings to pay the funeral costs. Here I've been worrying how I was going to earn enough money to keep the house. I thought you were going to inform me about a monumental pile of debts. But this? Her confused hazel eyes sought the attorney's face as she lifted the check in a questioning fashion. Is it real?

    I assure you it is very real. The gentleness in his expression said he was pleased his news was good.

    But I didn't know Joe had any insurance. Edie stared at the slip of paper that represented so much money. We talked about it a long time ago, but we couldn't squeeze the premium payments into our budget. Which raised another question. Again her gaze lifted to the attorney in curious demand. Where did Joe get the money to pay them?

    I was just coming to that. He opened the briefcase sitting on his lap and took out a sheaf of papers.

    May I look at that, mom? Her daughter reached over to take the check from her numbed fingers. The action drew an abstracted glance from Edie that touched the pony-tailed girl seated on the couch before her attention was claimed by the documents the attorney was handing her. She glanced through them, but the legal jargon was beyond her comprehension.

    What does all this mean? Again her hazel eyes darkened with confusion.

    I believe your late husband did a lot of tinkering in his workshop, he began.

    That's an understatement, Edie declared in a silent and rueful laugh. Joe spent nearly every spare minute he had in his workshop. He'd come home from the garage, shower, eat and disappear into the shed until it was bedtime. There was nothing malicious or resentful in her statement. It had been too much a part of the accepted routine. He loved working there. That was his escape.

    It was a profitable escape. In with those documents there are registrations of patents, some of which your late husband was able to sell to auto manufacturers in Detroit, John Wentworth explained.

    Patents? Edie was beginning to think she would never escape this whirl of confusion. None of this was making any sense. Joe didn't even have a high-school diploma. Something he had been very self-conscious about. Without it he hadn't been able to obtain any job other than that of a garage mechanic, a trade at which he had excelled, but hadn't found much pride in. He tried. He took night courses at school whenever he could, but… Edie let the sentence trail off unfinished to gaze at the documents she held.

    Whatever your late husband lacked in formal education, he more than made up for in natural inventiveness, the attorney assured her. The royalties off these patents will provide you with a very comfortable income for a good many years, Mrs. Gibbs. Plus I have a national firm negotiating to purchase the rights on two more of his patents.

    This was more than she could take in. The silence from her daughter and stepson indicated they, too, were finding these announcements difficult to comprehend.

    I don't understand. She shook her head in bewilderment, the softly curling length of her brown hair barely brushing her shoulders. Why…why didn't Joe tell me…tell us about these patents?

    I really can't answer that, John Wentworth sighed. I know he seemed very self-conscious about his inventions, as if they were a fluke. He was determined that no one should know about them.

    And the money from these patents went to pay the premiums on the insurance policy? Edie made the statement into a question, seeking a reconfirmation of his earlier explanation.

    The vast majority of it, yes, the attorney nodded. He seemed determined that you would be taken care of in the event anything happened to him. It was almost as if he had a premonition. He removed another set of papers from his briefcase and handed them to Edie. These are a summary and a projection of your annual income under the present agreements.

    He leaned forward to go over them with her. Edie listened and followed his moving finger down the list, but it was all a haze, something not quite real. She had been so braced for bad news that being presented with a pot of gold was something that seemed too good to be true.

    Beneath her suntanned complexion was a white pallor of shock. Features that were usually so animated with her irrepressible zest to meet life and its problems head-on were blank of expression. Her youthfully slim but mature figure was clad in the somber colors of mourning, but she seemed too young to be a widow, the attorney thought—or to have a grown daughter for that matter. Either way, this very attractive woman was not at all the way he had pictured Joseph Gibbs's wife. But it had been said that opposites attract. He noticed the stunned light in her large eyes.

    Let me make a suggestion, Mrs. Gibbs, he said. I'll leave these papers for you to look over. You can call me in a couple of days. I'm certain you are going to have some questions, and it would be wise if we discussed the possibility of some financial investments for your future.

    Yes. I would like a few days to think about it, Edie agreed a little numbly and belatedly started to rise.

    I'll walk Mr. Wentworth to the door, Edie, the young man seated on the couch volunteered.

    Thanks, Jerry, and I will call you, Mr. Wentworth, she added.

    Her confusion began to sort itself as the front door was opened and closed, but Edie still felt stunned by the unexpected turn of events. At the sound of approaching footsteps, she lifted her gaze from the papers in her hand.

    Did you know about this, Jerry? It was possible since her stepson had often helped Joe in his workshop on weekends. Her gaze curiously searched his face, his features steady and reliable like his father's. Except his blue eyes often held the twinkle of humor, his mouth smiled easily, and his sandy brown hair was shaggy in a carelessly attractive way.

    I remember once he was trying to modify one of the new emission-control devices, but, no— he shook his head and paused by her chair to take the papers from her hand and leaf through them —I didn't know anything about patents.

    You'd better take this check, mom. Alison shoved it into her hands. I can't believe we have so much money. Last night I couldn't sleep, worrying that I might have to sell one of my horses. Now…we could buy a whole stable full and not put a dent in that check.

    I was afraid we were going to have to sell off the acreage, Edie admitted. I know we've been able to board enough other horses to pay for the upkeep of our own, but the mortgage payment on this place, the utilities, groceries, all amounted to so much that—

    You don't have to worry about that now, Edie. Her stepson said the very thought that was echoing through her mind.

    I know, she murmured. But why didn't he tell us? Why didn't your father tell us?

    Dad…was too easygoing, Jerry said without criticizing. You always were the battler in this family, Edie. You managed the money and kept the bill collectors at bay during the hard times. Remember that time I got picked up for drinking on my sixteenth birthday? You were the one who went to bat for me with the judge.

    But what has that got to do with this? she argued. Think of how much money it cost him for this insurance policy. We could have used that money…or some of it. We could have taken a vacation or bought a new car, she added, remembering the clunker Joe had always coaxed into running.

    Just before I left for the marines, dad and I had a little talk—really one of the few we ever had. He told me that the one thing he had always regretted was marrying my mother when he was just sixteen. He not only had to quit school and get a job to support her, and later me, but he told me that he had to abandon his dreams. Jerry sat down in the chair the attorney had vacated and leaned forward, clasping his hands together in a thoughtful attitude.

    That was one reason he was always so determined that the two of you had a chance at life. Edie knew that story, and she was warmed by the memory of how profoundly her late husband had meant it. He told me that, too.

    What he probably didn't tell you, her stepson continued, was that he felt guilty for marrying you.

    Guilty? She was startled. Why?

    "After my mother died in that car accident, dad didn't know how to cope with raising a kid on his own. Then he met

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