With the mechanics in my first artificial knee giving me fits, I’ve been trying to slooow things down to prolong the unpleasant inevitability of having to upgrade with another surgery. It’s not looking (or feeling!) good. I’ve had over ten years of mileage on this one—from up and down three flights of stairs at my old apartment only three weeks after my first surgery to mountain climbing (literally!) only three months after the second one underwent a similar upgrade. But nothing lasts forever. If only . . . sigh. The hero and heroine in both books three and four of my four-book soon-to-be reissued Dakota historical western series written as Dana Ransom, (an award-winner for Zebra Books!) agree with me. Here’s a look inside DAKOTA DESTINY, Book 3 . . .
He was her business . . . Building a life of luxury by conning rich, unsuspecting gentlemen, Norah Denby always kept control of her emotions. But all that changed when rugged rancher Rory Prescott landed at her feet. How could one Dakota cowboy completely undo her common sense?
She was his pleasure . . . Born to choose between loyalty to a grassland legacy and the love of his family, Rory Prescott had always dreamed of one day marrying a lady . . . and now that perfect dream was standing right before him. Except she was a clever schemer performing con games on the rich . . . and was out to steal his fortune.
It was unnerving that a man could feel so good, could kiss so good, love so good. . . and make her believe in good again. How had it happened? How had he stepped off the Dakota plains and right into her heart?
The music and magic of the night seduced her, but that was part of Rory Prescott’s charm, too. He made everything change just by being there. He made everything alive and new and exciting. Even the dance, just a simple waltz, was so disturbingly sensual when he moved her through the steps. She could feel the whole length of his body; hard, strong—hers. If she tipped back her head, she would find his hot, dark eyes ready to devour her gaze. How could she keep saying no when the only answer he would hear was yes?
( . . . and a bit more . . . )
Wasn’t it the answer she wanted to give? Would have given if things were somehow different. If she had an iron-clad guarantee that nothing from her past would ever reach them out here on this prairie empire. If she could be sure he would never, ever find out about the woman she really was—or rather the woman she had been before he woke a conscience up inside her. Or was that a dangerous illusion? One that had her believing she could keep Rory Prescott’s love forever.
Sigh . . . how I love getting under the covers with these older romances to find the fires still burning bright! I guess true love really is eternal! Can’t wait to get these books into the hands of new readers!
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"If things were different" ... always a good conflict in a story.
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Conflict makes the plot go around!!
DeleteLove how sensual this is written. Great snippet.
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I love a romance where there's a secret past just waiting to bust out when they least expect it. :) This sounds delicious!
ReplyDeleteYummy is the word!! The problem with secrets is that they never stay secret!
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