Beth Danube's emotionally abusive husband is dead and buried. So is her heart. It's no big deal, she has all she wants: her three little boys and a fresh start in a small Alberta town. What she doesn't want is another man in her life--not now, maybe not ever.
After ten years of unsatisfactory, missionary-position sex, she never expected her libido to reawaken. One look at sex-in-boots Daniel Coleman in a Calgary bar, though, blows the dust off her sexuality.
Sensing an edge of desperation, even fear, beneath Beth's come-on, Daniel finds himself giving in to the powerful urge to let his normally subdued desires run wild. The lady wants non-judgmental, non-vanilla sex? She's got it--in and out of the bedroom.
At first, friends with blazing-hot benefits is more than enough. Then she realizes Daniel is burning away the protective fortress around her heart...and the guilty secret she dare not reveal.
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January 10, 2012
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Excerpt from Rocky Mountain Haven by Vivian Arend
She nursed her drink, waving back at her little sister who was jammed on the dance floor with a hundred other people. Beth tried not to peek at her watch again, instead checking out the myriad faces under the cowboy hats around her. She'd never seen so many boots and buckles in her life. Another round of Yahoos rose into the air from a few well-lubricated throats.
While she appreciated Darleen's attempt at cheering her up and--how had she put it?--"pulling her back to the land of the living", the bar scene had never been her thing.
It definitely wasn't tonight.
One song ended, melding into another ear-shattering rendition of someone done somebody wrong, and Beth held the cool glass of her drink against her temple in the hopes it would slow the throbbing.
"There she is. Hey, Beth, look what I found on the dance floor!" Dar approached the table like a runaway train, dragging not one but two cowboys by the hand. "They're identical twins," she shouted with glee.
Beth raised a brow. They certainly were, from the tops of their Stetsons, past the mischievous grins and the tight faded jeans to the worn shitkickers.
"Well done. Now you need a wandering gypsy and the arctic explorer, and you'll win the scavenger hunt." She offered a hand to the first of the gorgeous specimens. "Beth."
A warm hand clasped her fingers and gave a firm shake while a pair of piercing blue eyes gazed into hers. "Jesse Coleman, that's my brother Joel. I can't help you with an arctic explorer but I might know where there's a gypsy or two."
Beth laughed. "Sorry, but Darleen is a little enthusiastic at times. I'm attempting to keep her centered in reality."