READER'S ROCK LIFESTYLE MAGAZINE VOL 2 ISSUE 4 NOVEMBER 2014 Vol. 1 Issue 8 Feb. 2014 | Page 51

Delaney Goodman has been running from her painful past all her life. Dreams of working with
horses have long been replaced with the reality of doing anything to make ends meet. About to hit
rock bottom, she accepts a stranger's proposition, even if it sounds too good to be true. She figures
she has nothing, not even her dignity, to lose. She awakens in an unfamiliar setting - and century -
and quickly discovers that she will need more than her charm to complete the task assigned to her.
On the surface, Tyler Monroe has everything going for him - good looks, the respect of his friends
and neighbors, and a thriving horse ranch. However, his past holds deep wounds with thick
emotional scars. When a brazen, beautiful woman arrives in town, Tyler makes an impulsive
decision that will cause him to question everything he knows.
Tyler is unlike any man Laney has ever met. Laney is exactly the kind of woman Tyler wants to
avoid. As the attraction between them grows, questions arise that stretch the boundaries of trust
for both. The secrets that threaten to tear them apart could be exactly what Tyler and Laney need
to bring them together.

“If you want to wear
britches, Mrs. Monroe, I'll
find you a pair of britches,”
he said quietly, his voice
sultry all of a sudden.
Laney swallowed, and her
eyes widened. A warm
feeling swept through her at
his words. Mrs. Monroe.
She couldn't allow herself to
think of being a married
woman. This wasn't
permanent.
“You will?” Had she even
heard him right? She
leaned forward and pulled
her right leg over the back
of the saddle, eager to get
off the horse before Tyler
changed his mind. Parts of
her dress caught on the
cantle, and she tugged to
free herself. The material
released suddenly, and she

fell backwards, straight
into Tyler's arms.
“Oh. Sorry,” she
stammered, turning on
her heels. Her eyes
shot up to meet his.
The grin on his face
was gone, replaced by
a look that caused her
heart to jump up into her
throat.
Complete awareness of
him, his hands at her waist,
the heat radiating off his
body, overpowered her.
Laney fought for a breath of
air.
Get a hold of yourself,
Laney. Don't read anything
into this.
“How many times do I have
to tell you to wait for my
help,” he whispered
hoarsely. “The doc is two
hours away if you bre