This is the season of forgiveness as we see rebirth all around us. Spring comes in and new growth appears. The long cold winter is behind us. Such is the way with past hurts. We must find a way to forgive those who have hurt us. Only then can we grow and bloom.
Elsie must forgive the one person she relied on during a time of incredible heartbreak. She has held on to her anger for so long. She doesn't know if she can forgive him...nor does she know if she wants to try.
Christina Rhoads' latest release features some of the same characters you fell in love with in Under the Mountain Stars but now the story focuses on Elsie and Corbin. This book is gripping and heartfelt, sure to keep you up reading into the night.
“Elsie?” the dust settled, and she took a deep breath, gathering her anger around her. Carefully, trying not to let her limp show, she turned toward the now famous natural horsemanship trainer. The Lakota cowboy, Corbin Darkhorse, and the very first man she had ever loved, stood watching her. He was even more handsome than she remembered: dark hair, dark eyes, with long-fingered hands weathered by the sun and wind. She swallowed a mouthful of dirty words and wondered why he had to be here, on this day, as she picked up her mustang for the competition.
Forgiveness had never been one of Elsie Rosewood’s strengths, and Corbin could see she hadn’t changed over the last ten years. In fact, she looked as wild, angry and stubborn as the mustang pacing in the corral behind her. His mind filled abruptly with the old image of Elsie’s face bloodied, as a previous wild horse threw her to the ground and trampled her limp body. Ten years was a long time to run, and Corbin knew if he ever wanted to have peace, and the trust of the only woman he’d ever loved, then he would have to prove how much he had changed.
The only thing standing in the way of a once- in-a-lifetime love is a Mustang Training Competition, $100,000, and a past neither forgotten nor forgiven.
The wild horse reared and then lunged toward Elsie. She stepped back just as the mustang crashed into the steel stock panels. A cloud of dust enveloped her and the horse; for several long moments, they were alone in a world of golden haze.
The mustang stood perfectly still, breathing hard. She could see fear and anger in his eyes; she felt her own heart beating with similar anguish. Very slowly, she reached out her hand, hoping the horse would sniff her damp fingers.
“You always draw the crazy ones,” she heard from behind her. The golden moment disappeared as the dust settled and the noise of the stockyard rushed to flood her ears. The mustang spun away from Elsie and she pulled her hand back.
She didn’t want to turn and see the man standing behind her. At the sound of his voice, she was again seventeen, and falling in love for the first time.
A trickle of sweat made its way down her back and she forced her fisted hands to open at her sides.
Finally, she did turn, but only after straightening her shoulders and smoothing her face of any emotion. Corbin Darkhorse stood taller and broader than she remembered. There was a smug smile on his expressive lips. “You look good, Elsie,” Corbin said. “You’re training horses again?” He stared at her with his dark eyes and that slow, suggestive smile she remembered all too well. For a long moment, Elsie looked into his eyes, then her mind switched on and she jerked away, swallowing a mouthful of dirty words.
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About the Author:
Christina Rhoads resides on an Arabian horse farm where she divides her time (when she isn’t fixing fence or stacking hay) between writing novels, painting and training equines. While studying creative writing, as she earned a BA in English from Indiana University, she fell madly in love with the act of creating characters and then sharing them with the world.
She often describes her ideal afternoon as one spent riding her horse, Major Temptation, and then curling up with a good book and cup of peppermint tea.
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