Each of us sometimes needs an escape. We pick up a book, go for a drive or...a few lucky ones, can hop on a horse. The fresh breeze alleviates our fears and gives us a chance to reflect. When things go bad for Lenora, she returns to a place she's needed-- her aunt and uncle's ranch. Her return sets a new romance into motion and gives Lenora some clarity about what is important to her.
Starry night rides...a man who values hard work and family. Lenora doesn't have a chance!
After the death of her mother and end to her troubled marriage, Lenora Ranvier is feeling more alone than ever before. She takes her aunt and uncle up on their offer to come and live on their failing cattle ranch in the Montana Mountains.
Lenora hopes to grieve and start over but has no plans to fall in love again. All that changes the moment she meets Clay Darkhorse, Lakota cowboy and foreman of Bear Dance Ranch.
Clay knows Lenora is the woman for him as soon as he sees her climb out of her pickup truck, exhausted and beautiful. He slowly wins over Lenora by taking her on long night horseback rides into the starry mountains but both Lenora and Clay have past traumas to heal before they can freely love again.
Joining forces they convert the ranch from a struggling cattle operation into a swanky guest resort. But Lenora and Clay must learn to trust each other if they are to share a love as true and strong as the mountains in which they live.
Her breathing quickened as he pulled free of his damp shirt, and the firelight lit his skin to a dark, rich copper in the ever-shifting light. She reached out her cold, stiff hand and touched his chest. He caught her hand and looked down at her and his eyes were dark but the flames from the fire reflected a deep, deep desire.
“Careful, Nora,” he said.
She reached her other hand up and touched his dark hair, still dripping from the rain. She did not want to be careful. He caught this hand too and pulled both behind her back so that she was his captive, her wet body pressed against his. He bent his head and kissed her. This kiss was different; this was not the same man who had chastely warmed her last night with his extra blankets and his lean body. This man was alive and hot with desire and she could feel he wanted her in a primal way which made her pulse race. He was rough as he kissed her, his lips hot and raw from the wind and their earlier gallop to safety. She was emboldened and bit his lower lip; she heard his growl, deep in his throat. He released one of her hands to run his thumb under her chin, holding her head more firmly in position as he deepened the kiss further.
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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