After three stark years of widowhood, Heather Scarborough never expected to feel lavish emotions again. A chance encounter with a rugged, romantic stranger on a train proved her wrong. As the tracks spun out the miles, as day crept into night, Ben Shaw's astonishing sensuality reawakened the hungry, loving woman in her.
Unfortunately, he also resurrected unwanted memories. Like her late husband, Ben was running from nightmares, running to what he thought was the woman of his dreams. Glimpses of his hidden pain tormented her, shattering their idyll in an explosion of guilt. With sudden anguish, Heather realized that loving Ben had torn her world asunder... yet only his love could make her whole.
Strangers on a Train was an oddball story between two opposing characters that needed to take a course on how to express themselves. The romance was peculiar, surreal and stretched the imagination. At the same time, it was threadbare and timeworn. I expected more from this author.
Heather Scarborough livers in an emotional icebox of her own construction, blaming herself for the suicide of her Vietnam veteran husband, who had PTSD. On a train back from visiting her mother in St. Louis, she meets Ben Shaw, a successful novelist of Westerns. Sparks fly, but he is also a Vietnam veteran with PTSD. Nice story, especially the parts about her learning to trust herself as a composer, not just a small-town guitar teacher and about his breaking out of the Western genre box to write a more general novel inspired by Heather.
A chance encounter on a train ride... The lives of two people change: Heather, the musician and Ben, the author. Heather still struggles with guilt over her husbands death and is not sure if she is strong enough to risk falling in love...
Nicely written book, but I liked some of her others better.