title: I Kissed a Lot of Frogs: But the Prince Hasn't Come
author:  Kathleen Hardaway 
description: <DIV><P><I>Kathleen has some wonderful insights from the Word of God and from the lives of women of God that will greatly strengthen and encourage you.&#160; There is at least one Prince for every women of God - and all earthly princes pale in His presence.<br/></I>- Kay Arthur<br/>Co Founder, CEO, Precept Ministries<br/>International, Broadcaster, Speaker, Author<br/><br/><I>Wow!&#160; Kathleen has found what so many singles are looking for - and it did not come in a man-shaped package.&#160; Her book is full of life-changing truths, inspiring stories, and heart-soothing encouragement.&#160; I read this book in one sitting and found my heart stirred and uplifted.<br/></I>- Lysa TeKeurst<br/>President of Proverbs 31 Ministries<br/>Speaker, Author<br/><br/><I>Kathleen has made her journey hand in hand with the Lover of her soul and has made His words more important than anything she might come up with on her own.&#160; If you are single, whether you want to be or not, </I>I Kissed A Lot of Frogs <I>has an important, refreshing word for you.<br/></I>- Jan Silvious<br/>Author and Conference Speaker<br/></P></DIV>
zlib_text: “You might as well just kiss me. It’s gonna happen, one way or
  another.”
  Ever since those fateful words on the playground—and the resulting childhood kiss that ended in a
  broken nose!—they’d been besties. But four years ago, after a misguided night of passion, Justin Clay
  went from best friend to worst heartbreak in Tabby Taggart’s book. Now he’s back in Weaver,
  Wyoming, and the next kiss feels inevitable. But the closer they get, the more Tabby wants to run. And
  when she takes a drastic step to escape, it might be time for Justin to call her bluff—just like he did
  on the playground—and make her his bride...
  
  He just wanted things the way they’d been.
  When they’d been as comfortable and familiar as a pair of old, beloved boots.
  He dropped his hand and looked at Tabby from the corner of his eye. “If I let you punch me in the
  nose, would you finally get over your anger?”
  She stabbed her fork into her pie, seeming to focus fiercely on it. “We’re not five.”
  “We were nine.” He rubbed the br