Where do you run when your life has been stolen from you? Who do you trust? Allison Webster dreams of having an adventure like the characters in the books she loves. But there is no romance in being pursued by a man who wants her dead for educating the children of former slaves. Unlike the heroines she reads about she doesn't have a trusty companion to rescue her...until she literally runs into A.J. Adams, a former Confederate cavalry officer. Now, she just has to convince A.J. he really is the honorable man and hero depicted in the dime novel she is reading.
When everything you fought for, including honor, is stripped away, what is left to fight for but revenge?
Branded a "traitor" for more than ten years, scarred by harsh treatment in an inhumane prisoner of war camp, A.J. Adams wants revenge. Allison Webster's arrival into his life provides the bait to destroy the men who murdered his wife and daughters and kidnapped his little brother. The men pursuing Allison are the very same men he has sworn to kill. Falling in love and admitting he might actually be a hero means surrendering his need for vengeance. Surrender is not part of A.J.'s battle strategy.
Lynda Cox earned both her B.A. in English and history and M.A. in English from Indiana State University. Growing up on a steady diet of John Wayne Westerns and the television series Lassie, Lynda has incorporated those influences into her life. Her historical romance novels are set in the Wyoming Territory and when she isn’t writing she can be found on the road to the next dog show to exhibit her award winning collies.
Closing the windows on a train shouldn't be difficult, right? WRONG! My editor and I went round and round on this one because neither one of us could find the information I needed on whether the windows opened up or if the top half slid down. I even went to a couple of boards devoted solely to steam engine trains and asked and never got a satisfactory answer. In my research I did learn a lot about steam engines and that they were named for the wheel configuration on the engines. I love the era of steam power locomotives.
Smolder On A Slow Burn
Perhaps, if she closed some of the windows, it wouldn’t be so bone-chilling cold when the train began to move again. Allison knelt on the bench and struggled with the window next to her seat.