From the Author:
Dear Reader,
"All the heroes have not gone. There are many undiscovered heroes left. They are disguised as everyday men and women who touch our lives and help us to be better."
My sister-in-law Julie wrote those words in her eulogy to her dad -- my father-in-law -- who passed away while I was writing this book. As we sat in the kitchen and typed it up I got to that part and totally choked up. Part of it was acknowledging the men in the family I married into - strong men, who believe in working hard and loving big. Another part was simply believing in those words. All the heroes have not gone. That is, after all, why I love writing romance.
I think those words were partially responsible for how this story turned out, because Tyson ended up being different than I initially imagined. I would expect him to do one thing and he'd turn around and surprise me with a tender side I didn't know he had. I discovered he knew how to be gentle. That he cared very deeply about his family, had his own insecurities, and a gigantic sense of honor. Turns out my rebellious hero ended up having a heart of gold.
Heroism comes in many forms. It is standing up for someone, or simply standing beside them as they face their demons. It is honoring a commitment, doing the right thing even when it hurts, or pitching in and lending a hand in a time of need.
Heroes are all around us -- all we have to do is look.
And sometimes remember.
Warmest wishes,
Donna
From the Inside Flap:
"You scare the hell out of me, Clara."
It should have driven them apart and broken the spell, but it did exactly the opposite. The air felt warmer and the interior of the car smaller as she watched his tongue wet his lips.
"Me? Scare you?" Her words came out on a squeak.
"I don't know how to act around you. You're different. You've been through stuff I can't understand. I never know if I'm going to make things better or create a disaster. If I mess up or do something wrong, remember I'm trying to do the right thing."
"The right thing?" she echoed.
He nodded slowly. "Yes. The right thing." He sighed. "I'm trying to do the right thing for everybody, so I'm bound to screw it up somehow."
Clara found the urge to reach over and touch his thigh. He was being terribly open, wasn't he? She was starting to realize that beneath the sexy rebel was someone who cared very deeply. Who was kind.
Which made him an even worse sort of trouble.
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