"4.5 Stars!...Barbara's endearing characters bring you from tears to laughter all in one paragraph...The story line flows like the river with many twists and turns along the way. It keeps you cheering for the couple all the way through...A must read for lovers of contemporary romance."—Tina, LoveRomances.com

"...Barbara Clark lassos her readers with a sexy cowboy and spunky heroine. I loved Travis as a secondary character in Rainbow Valley and looked forward to seeing him in his own story. I was not disappointed, Travis was everything I imagined and more. Ms. Clark, as always, pens a book that is not to be missed."—Tami Sutton, Escape To Romance

"...The perfect follow-up to Rainbow Valley. It is a wonderful story that I loved reading. This story has a dark, hard cowboy for the hero, and a bright, intelligent heroine with enough love to share. The children will steal your heart as they do the hero and heroine's. Together, they show us love conquers all. Don't miss this story or any others by Ms. Clark."—Nancy Elekes, Owner, Sunshine Books Bookstore

“But you were hurt.” She clutched his shirt.

“Ma’am, I rode a lot of bulls and bucking horses in my rodeo days and survived. There’s an old saying, ‘There ain’t no man that can’t be throwed.’”

She looked up as her eyes darkened to a deep jade. “That’s supposed to make it okay? I don’t think so.”

He couldn’t help himself. She looked so damned worried and indignant, he kissed her forehead, a soothing, big-brother kiss. One that turned into something deeper as his lips moved down to her mouth.

“More,” he muttered. Framing her face with his hands, he pressed his lips tighter to hers. His heart raced as her mouth softened under his. Her pulse throbbed in the tender flesh where their lips touched. God, she was honey and fire.

Wrapping his arms around her, he nuzzled her cheek, breathing in her sweet fragrance. She slid her hands around his waist, and her fingers danced along his muscles. He changed the angle of his head and dove deeper into the kiss.

Her eyes closed. She looked so sweet, he touched each lid with his lips. She snuggled closer. Her wordless moan lit a smoldering heat. He skated kisses down her temple, her cheek, homing in on her tender lips. She tasted like the mountain wind—fresh and free.