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He’s lasted eight seconds on rank broncs. Can he ride out the rest of his life around the woman he never forgot?
Battered in body and spirit, ex-rode star, Lucas Prins has come back home to settle in Aspen Valley and ranch with his brothers. But to do that, he needs to make a land deal with Aria Waldren, the woman he left behind. The woman he never felt worthy of.
Aria thought she could handle Lucas Prins’ return to their home-town. When he rode out of her life to chase his dreams, he broke her heart, shattered her dreams, but she got through, built up a law career and now is settled in her life. So there’s no way she’s letting someone who couldn’t respect what she needed control her emotions. But she got through their first face to face meeting in her office. So far so good.
Lucas isn’t thrilled with the idea of being cast opposite Aria in the community play. But they are stuck and his family is invested in the production. And he’s not letting his family down again. He can do this. But it’s harder than he thought, looking into her eyes and pretending to be in love with her. Until his pretending shifts dangerously close to reality.
Aria fights her changing feelings for Lucas, knowing she can’t trust him. She can’t give in. And his relationship with her deceased father is a complication she can’t work around. And yet….
As they grow closer, the walls around Aria’s secrets start crumbling. When they fall, will her and Lucas still be together?
Living life at the intersection of No and Where
I spend much of my days sitting in front of a computer immersed in other worlds with people so real to me I keep thinking some day they might give me a call and come over for coffee. I know it sounds a bit strange but all of us writers have our quirks.
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I grew up in the city but have spent more years in the country and now consider myself a full-fledged 'country girl'.
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It's a good life, out here. Other than the swish of the dishwasher (a heavenly sound), the occasional hum of the refrigerator and the click of my keyboard keys and the sound of my head banging against the desk when words won't obey life here is pretty good. Just the way I like it.
I've spent a lot of my life either reading or writing. Discovering characters that other authors write about and creating my own. I'm thankful that I can do this job. Thankful that I have readers to read the stories I tell.
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I hope I can keep doing it until my fingers give out or I run out of stories. But as long as I keep going for walks, keeping reading other stories, keep daydreaming, I don't think that will happen.