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From the Author:
Dear Reader,
As an author, I'm often asked, Where do you get your ideas? And the answer is as varied as a field full of wildflowers.
But I can tell you that with this book, I got the idea from real life. But wait, you say. This is a book about a cowboy and a princess, isn't it? That can't be right.
But it is. For a few blissful days in the summer of 2007 this was absolutely correct. Our family went camping in southern Alberta, at a family-run place called The Great Canadian Barn Dance. The kids had a marvellous time, and my husband had a crash course in cowboy - namely learning to play an instrument called the 'gutbucket' and also learning to two-step. I felt like the luckiest woman in the world. The children were tuckered out and crashed in their sleeping bags, and we could still hear the music from the dance as we sat beneath the stars. We danced the last dance beneath them.
It was one of those perfect moments that happens so rarely it needs to be cherished.
There's a part of me in every book I write. In this one, it's that moment of pure and simple romance.
Love, Donna
From the Inside Flap:
As an author, I'm often asked, Where do you get your ideas? And the answer is as varied as a field full of wildflowers.
But I can tell you that with this book, I got the idea from real life. But wait, you say. This is a book about a cowboy and a princess, isn't it? That can't be right.
But it is. For a few blissful days in the summer of 2007 this was absolutely correct. Our family went camping in southern Alberta, at a family-run place called The Great Canadian Barn Dance. The kids had a marvellous time, and my husband had a crash course in cowboy - namely learning to play an instrument called the 'gutbucket' and also learning to two-step. I felt like the luckiest woman in the world. The children were tuckered out and crashed in their sleeping bags, and we could still hear the music from the dance as we sat beneath the stars. We danced the last dance beneath them.
It was one of those perfect moments that happens so rarely it needs to be cherished.
There's a part of me in every book I write. In this one, it's that moment of pure and simple romance.
Love, Donna
Brody leaned forward, the gleam in his eyes intense. "My grandparents used to come here. They'd build a fire and...
"You can guess," he said. His voice was a sexy rumble that came from the centre of his chest. His fingers plucked her hat from her head, dropping it onto the dry grass.
As his hands sank into her hair, her heart trembled. She could well imagine what his grandparents had done around a blazing campfire, with the wide open prairie spread out beneath them. Had he brought his wife here too? The thought slid away into oblivion as his dark gaze centered on her lips, clung there.
She took off his hat too, dropping it beside hers and running her fingers through the short black strands of his hair. His eyes closed briefly, and when the opened they stared right into her core. There was no point in denying the attraction now, or making excuses. It was all too clear to both of them: it was bigger than any of the secrets they'd been hiding.
"You can guess," he said. His voice was a sexy rumble that came from the centre of his chest. His fingers plucked her hat from her head, dropping it onto the dry grass.
As his hands sank into her hair, her heart trembled. She could well imagine what his grandparents had done around a blazing campfire, with the wide open prairie spread out beneath them. Had he brought his wife here too? The thought slid away into oblivion as his dark gaze centered on her lips, clung there.
She took off his hat too, dropping it beside hers and running her fingers through the short black strands of his hair. His eyes closed briefly, and when the opened they stared right into her core. There was no point in denying the attraction now, or making excuses. It was all too clear to both of them: it was bigger than any of the secrets they'd been hiding.
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- PublisherMills & Boon Series Hardback
- ISBN 10 0263203956
- ISBN 13 9780263203950
- BindingHardcover
- Number of pages192
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