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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Bittersweet Rain about em>New, York, Times</em with the genre: Romance, Contemporary?
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conversations.value: the author is the author of seventy <em>New York Times</em> bestsellers. There are over eighty million copies of her books in print worldwide, and her work has been translated into thirty-four languages. She lives in Texas. For more information you can visit www.Sandrathe author.net.
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conversations.value: What is the first four paragraphs for this book? End with the sentence ' Another client had demanded his immediate attention.'.
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conversations.value: Bittersweet Rain
  He moaned and hugged her closer. "No, baby, no. We can't. It wouldn't be fair to you." Nor to him. If he had her once, he knew he would want her every day for the rest of his life.
  Sitting up, she smoothed her hand over his cheek. "Then, Steve," she said with simple logic, "let's get married."
  It was a subdued group that gathered in the front parlor of The Retreat. The day was equally gloomy. Moisture-laden clouds hung heavily over the landscape. It hadn't rained. Rain would have been a welcome relief from the oppressive humidity.
  This day had been both anticipated and dreaded. Twice Granger Hopkins had set a time for the reading of Roscoe's will. Twice it had been postponed. On the first occasion, Rink had been unexpectedly called back to Atlanta to handle some Air Dixie business. Granger himself had asked for the second postponement. Another client had demanded his immediate attention.
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conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: He cursed imaginatively and ran his hands through his hair. "I guess I'm the laughingstock of the whole damn town. What a kick everybody must be getting out of this. Me taking over where my old man left off."
  She tried to avoid answering, but when she saw the smirking knowledge on his face, she had to respond. "Yes."
  Her guilty silence was as good as a confession. She sank into a chair. Rink's shoulders sagged. In a calmer voice he said, "I can't stand their thinking you were my father's lover and you couldn't stand their knowing otherwise." He threw his head back and laughed. "God, what a wizard of revenge he was. If his first trick didn't work, keeping us apart by assuring me he'd slept with you first, he had this to fall back on."
  He went to the door. "Much as I hate to admit it, Caroline, we've played right into his hands. Just as he knew we would."
  I'd like to turn that boy over my knee, that's what I'd like to do," Haney grumbled as she stripped the linens from Caroline's bed. "If any young'un ever needed a whipping..."
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conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: His thick brows lowered over eyes sparkling now with mischief. "Except an adolescent boy trying to make a move on an adolescent girl."
  Dark lashes momentarily screened Hailey's green eyes. A blush colored her cheeks, so recently pale, with flattering color. Rather than meeting his probing eyes, she turned back to the typewriter and, in a no-nonsense voice, said, "I must get back to my office, but first I have to complete this form." She set the proper margin on the typewriter, then inquired tersely. "Your full name?"
  Her hands froze on the keys. Her mouth went as dry as cotton. Her heart leaped into her throat. Her whole body shook with a slight tremor.
  In her peripheral vision she saw Tyler Scott get up off the sofa and walk around the desk to stand directly in front of her. Her upraised eyes took in the designer belt at his waist, his long, tapering torso, and impressive chest, the tanned column of his throat.
  When her eyes locked with his as he stared down at her, she quailed under his triumphant expression. "That's right, Miss Ashton," he said softly. "I own this place."