In Hers to Forgive, a finalist in the Romancing the Novel Contest, Chase and Darrah find the path to love is actually a dusty, dangerous wagon trail across the American west. Read Excerpt

Chase shrugged and turned to unload his gear from the packhorse.  Footsteps crunched on the rocks a few minutes later.  He turned.  What the hell!  Her appearance was a far cry from the drowned rat he’d saved from the storm.  Unable to pull his gaze away from the gentle sway of her hips and the firm round breasts pressing against her crisp white bodice, he shook his head trying to clear his thoughts.  Light filtered through the branches, giving her an ethereal appearance, touching on pouting lips that begged to be kissed, pushing all logic from his mind.  He was staggered at his reaction, the stir of desire coursing though him.  She was everything he’d remembered and more.  She was a liar.

“Are you lying about your name this time, too?” 

The bearded man’s heated gaze held Darrah captive.  She gasped at the forbidding tone to his low, husky voice.  It was difficult to get a good look at his face with the unruly shoulder-length hair sticking out from beneath his hat. 

What are you talking about?”

He dropped the last of his gear next to the captain’s wagon.  “What’s your game, lady?”

“Have we met?”  She puckered her nose and stepped back. 

“Cut the act, Rose.  You know very well we’ve met before.  Or maybe you were such a good actress I actually believed you were in trouble during the thunder storm.” Darrah averted her eyes as his words sank in. “Oh, my goodness.”  She shook her head, mumbling under her breath.  “This can’t be happening.”