title: Palomino: A Novel
author:  Danielle Steel 
description: New York Times bestselling author Danielle Steel continues to captivate audiences with tales of love found, lost, and found again, against seemingly impossible odds and amidst a plethora of human drama. When high-powered ad exec Samantha Taylor's picture-perfect marriage to a news anchorman dissolves, she heads west to her friend's California ranch. Throwing herself into the simple routine of life on Lord Ranch, Sam finds a new love in ranch foreman Tate Jordan. But when Tate learns of Sam's life in the fast lane of New York society and her high-profile marriage, he abandons her, telling himself that a mere cowboy can never make Sam happy. Heartbroken, Sam reluctantly returns to her old life in New York. After battling her way back to relative independence, an unexpected inheritance enables Sam to begin a program that teaches physically challenged children to ride horses, encouraging their recovery. Along the way, Sam rediscovers her dreams of motherhood when an abused little boy appears on her doorstep and then love reappears when circumstances bring Tate Jordan back to Lord Ranch and to Sam. Don't blink when reading this one; you'll miss something important! <i>--Alison Trinkle</i>
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  Hurrying Up The Steps Of The Brownstone On East Sixty-third Street, Samantha
  squinted her eyes against the fierce wind and driving rain, which was turning
  rapidly into sleet. It whipped her face and tingled as it pricked at her eyes.
  She made a soft purring noise, as though to urge herself on, and then stopped,
  gasping, as she fought with the lock, her key refusing to turn. Finally,
  finally, the door gave, and she fell into the warmth of the front hall. For a
  long moment she just stood there, shaking the dampness off her long silvery
  blond hair. It was a color one rarely saw, like spun silver meshed with fine
  gold; a towhead they had called her as a child, and she had hated it, and then
  in her teens and twenties her hair had won her lavish praise. Now at thirty
  she was used to it, and when John had told her that she looked like a f