Author: Shanna Hatfield
Genre: Western, Historical Romance
Expected Release Date: May 18, 2017
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
She’s ready to spread her wing and fly… He’s scrambling to set down roots.
Unconventional, Dally Douglas is as likely to be found wearing her brother’s britches and riding a horse as she is dressed in lace-trimmed finery sipping tea in the parlor. With no plans to wed, she convinces her family to allow her to stay at their ranch in Oregon. Free and unfettered, she plans to remain that way, even when the town’s beloved young doctor returns home and captures both her interest and her heart.
Charismatic, handsome, and dedicated to his work, Doctor Nik Nash finally makes his way back to Pendleton. After years of dedication to his studies, Nik is excited to bring his skills and knowledge to the place he calls home. Focused on his career, he has no time for a woman, especially not one as lively, fascinating, and enchanting as Dally Douglas.
When a freak accident brings the two of them together, their stubborn determination may cost them the chance to know true love.
Bursting with sweet romance, this tender yet lighthearted story draws readers into a world of rustic elegant charm.
USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes character-driven romances with relatable heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”
Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, this hopeless romantic is out to make it happen one story at a time. When she isn’t writing or indulging in chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna is a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, Romance Writers of America, Sweet Romance Reads, Cowboy Kisses, and Pioneer Hearts.
“Need a ride?” A man’s voice held a hint of mirth in its rich timbre, as though he held back a laugh.
“I’m fine,” Dally said, trying to deepen her voice enough to pass for a boy.
“I don’t believe you are fine, Miss Douglas. In fact, if I had to guess, I’d say you got tossed off your horse. Doomsday must be about to arrive because I’m pretty sure the end of the world would have to be imminent for that to happen.”
Her head snapped around and she glared at Nik Nash as he sat on his motorcycle, pushing it along with his feet as he remained beside her. She opened her mouth to speak but found no words forthcoming.
How in the world did he know who she was in her boyish clothes? And how could he possibly have deduced she’d been bested by the world’s most cantankerous horse?
Nik lifted an eyebrow and grinned at her. “Please, Miss Douglas. Allow me the great pleasure and honor of giving you a ride back to the B Bar D.”
“I’ll walk,” she said, stubbornly lifting her chin and hastening her step.
Nik shrugged. “Suit yourself.”