If Annie Corrigan had played it safe and stayed in New York, no cowboy would have sweet-talked his way into that empty bedroom down the hall. But on the eve of her very first night at her aunt's ramshackle Texas spread, that's exactly what happens.
Just shut your eyes--
With a million dollars in rodeo prize money gone missing and a vengeful husband on his tail, Luke McCall needs a place to hide while he clears his name. Lady Luck seems to have deserted him for good when he accidentally picks a female cop from Manhattan as his cover.
And hang on...
It looks like Annie has no choice but to turn him in. That is, until Slow Hand Luke decides to live up to his name--
Debbi Rawlins currently lives with her husband in Las Vegas, Nevada. A native of Hawaii, she married on Maui and has since lived in Cincinnati, Chicago, Tulsa, Houston, Detroit, and Durham, North Carolina during the past twenty years.
Now that she's had enough of the gypsy life, it'll take a crane, a bulldozer, and a forklift to get her out of her new home. Not that her friends would let her leave Las Vegas even if she wanted to. Debbi's home has become a retreat for writers from both coasts and her guest rooms are rarely empty.
Cute and sweet, if short, and good for a lunch-break's reading. Too rushed for my taste. It would have been nice to get a better grip on the characters' back stories and personalities, both of which were seriously hampered by the page limitations. It's a book worth reading if you happen to find a copy, but I wouldn't recommend going through the troubling of actively tracking one down.