Kellen Brand's inheritance turns out to be a whopper -- one dilapidated farm in West Virginia and one guardian angel! Since Kellen is convinced no sane woman would choose to live in Riverside, she vows to sell her farm and quick.
Her handsome and reclusive neighbor Luke Kenyon must block the farm sale or risk exposure of his family's secrets. While Kellen has located one potential buyer, she faces a town full of objectors. Someone is trying to frighten her off, and Luke is forced to step in and rescue her more than once.
Unfortunately, Kellen can't seem to stay out of trouble. She stumbles onto a clandestine hazardous-waste-dumping operation next to her farm, and she prays Luke has one more rescue up his sleeve. It's her only hope of staying alive.
Unless her mother really did leave her a guardian angel…
The trees loomed ahead, and Kellen surged toward the water. The smell of the river rose up to greet her, and she slowed to maneuver down a low spot in the riverbank. Grinning like a child on Christmas, she untied her sneakers and stepped into the frigid water with a gasp. Squatting just above the water's surface, she reached up under the overhanging bank and felt around. Something skittered across her fingers. She tracked the vibration until she could snatch the small critter from its hiding spot. Pulling her hand from the water, she proudly held up a medium--sized crawfish, his pincers stabbing wildly in the air and his abdominal swimmerets pedaling madly as though he still raced upstream.
The soft nicker of a horse sounded behind her. With a yelp, she whipped around and dropped the tiny invertebrate in the process. Luke Kenyon leaned over the neck of the magnificent black stallion and watched her. Same sexy cowboy attire as the day before -- dark flannel shirt, worn jeans, though no Stetson today to hide his handsome features or his expression.
"You scared me," she wheezed.
"Sorry," he said, though he didn't look it. "You've done that before."
The slow smile curved across his cheeks, and his eyes darkened. Kellen felt the flush start at her chest where her heart pounded out a rhythm, and she prayed her neck and cheeks wouldn't turn pink.
She wiped her hands on her shorts and winced. "A few, when I was younger."
"Where?" He shifted a bit in the saddle, and the black horse side-stepped.
Her turn to smile. "Where was I younger, or where did I catch crawfish?"
He stared for a moment, and his eyes narrowed. A long moment passed, and he suddenly laughed out loud. Dismounting, he stepped to the edge of the bank and extended a hand to help her out of the water.
"I don't bite. I'm harmless." His voice rumbled low, and a shiver vibrated her spine.
I doubt that.
She watched him, but didn't move. He looked and acted like a man used to getting his own way.
"The name's Kenyon, Luke Kenyon." He kept his hand outstretched, waiting for her to make the next move.
He was only being polite, after all. She grabbed hold of his hand, and he pulled her up the bank as though she had the weight of a feather. He kept pulling until she was close enough to feel his body heat. His dark eyes locked on hers, and she c
ouldn't turn away.
Posted by Desert Breeze Publishing for InD'Tale Magazine on 10th Jul 2013
"Petie McCarty writes a tender story of a young girl revisiting her roots, and trying to decide what's best. The romantic triangle between Kellen, Luke, and David is teasing, keeping the reader guessing where Kellen's heart truly lies. With a hint of suspense and a scary encounter at the old mill, Petie McCarty gives the reader a clean, fresh take on a favorite romance trope."
~ Victoria Z. Berg for InD'Tale Magazine