The most grueling challenge of Raine Smith's equestrian career looms before her--the Olympic Games. Little does she realize that she's about to face greater perils in the arms of a stranger than she's ever found on the back of her horse. Cord Elliot is a man trained to deflect disaster and his mission is to ensure that Raine Smith remains untouched by sudden gunfire at the Summer Games. Yet from the moment Raine Meets Cord's ice-blue glance, she knows he's more hazardous to her heart than a sniper's bullet. Falling for a man who answers to the call of intrigue and holds secrets that can never be shared is to endure the broken promises, unexplained absences, and constant danger that come with his profession. But in the fiery passion of irresistible love, a summer to remember seems worth any risk. The most grueling challenge of Raine Smith's equestrian career looms before her--the Olympic Games. Little does she realize that she's about to face greater perils in the arms of a stranger than she's ever found on the back of her horse.
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September 07, 1999
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Excerpt from Remember Summer by Elizabeth Lowell
Rancho Santa Fe's tawny hills rolled gently up from the broad sand beaches of the Pacific Ocean. Many hills wore crowns of expensive houses windows and walls of glass were molten gold in the late afternoon light. The cool salt smell of the sea mingled with the scent of wild grass cured by hot southern California days.
A riverbed that rarely held water twisted through dry hills and ravines, eucalyptus trees and granite out-croppings. Patches of the Fairbanks Ranch Country Club's emerald golf course remained along the riverbed, making a startling contrast with the brown hillsides. Man made obstacles of wood, rock, and water criss-crossed the riverbed and climbed the hills.
It was the obstacles, not the quiet beauty of the land, that held Raine Chandler-Smith's attention.
Yesterday she had marched at the Los Angeles Coliseum, joining the colourful, uniformed ranks of athletes from around the world who had travelled thousands of miles to compete in the Summer Olympics. Yesterday she had been one among thousands surrounded by rippling multi-coloured flags and dazzling Hollywood-style ceremonies. Yesterday she had been enthralled, humbled, and excited to be part of a tradition that was as old as Western civilisation.