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A poignant story of healing and finding love in the lovable small town of Frazier Bay in this sweet romance.

Anna Cameron has weathered tragedy to find hope in Frazier Bay. With a new job, a new home, and her new friends, she's putting her life back together and even more, she's finding just how much she likes living in the small town. As a heritage librarian, she is fascinated by local history and with the residents of the Bay determined to keep the town's heritage alive, it's a match made in heaven. Not to mention the mystery photo album handed into the library that sees her determined to find out who the people in the photos are, and if the photographer could possibly be the mysterious, late Blaine St James.

Living in Frazier Bay? it's the last place Matthew McLeod expected to be, despite the fact he's a McLeod and his ancestors were early settlers. As he is constantly being reminded. He's been through the emotional wringer with a marriage that ended up damaging him in ways he could never have fathomed, and has come out the other end, but he's only back down near the Bay to help out his family. And then, he's off and away.
Except for Anna Cameron. His former colleague's wife. Make that, ex wife. A woman who suffered unthinkable tragedy.
And a woman he finds himself drawing closer and closer to.

As their relationship grows, Matthew knows that what's going on between him and Anna is far more than attraction. But he also knows that the one thing she will one day want, is the one thing he cannot give her, no matter how much he wishes he could. And that throws the whole "is there a future between us?" into a tailspin.

The Heart of Matthew McLeod is a deeply moving and poignant novel about healing. About taking risks. About second chances. And about realising what is most important. Everything you want in a small town romance: lovable characters, dashes of humour, a charming setting, and a heartwarming story.
The are no love scenes.

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