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Rainbow Ryder
When Ryder Malone came to town, all rugged confidence and wearing a devil's grin, Kathryn Asbury saw her perfectly ordered life crumble before her eyes. Years of carefully nurtured respectability had given her the kind of life she'd never known as the daughter of a man who invited gypsies to share the lawn and welcomed hot air balloons to family gatherings -- now this hunk of a rambling man threatened to shatter her precious peace. Ryder pulled the pins from her hair, seducing her senses, and turned her into a spitfire in his arms. To her wild "King of the Road" she was touchable Kate, all innocence and sizzling temptation -- and he was irresistible! But Ryder lived to chase rainbows around the globe, and she refused to be just one of his adventures. If she could lose herself in his loving eyes, could he ever find the place she called home?
184 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1987
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About the author
Linda Hampton
5 books1 followerFrom the back cover of the 1987 edition of Rainbow Ryder:
I'm a voracious and indiscriminate reader. (Yes, even of cereal boxes, screen credits and - oh, my weakness - dictionaries.) I'm also prone to day-dreaming, building little "what if" fantasies in my mind. This can be a hazard to many occupations. I discovered only recently that it's an asset to writing.
My desire to be a writer must have hovered in my subconscious most of my life. Until recently, though, it had the status of one of those fantasies I mentioned. Me, a writer, sitting in my turrett gazing wistfully at the English countryside (always English with the turrett), or partying wildly as a prelude and/or antidote to the sober wrenching of wisdom from my soul a la Fitzgerald and Hemingway. But write? Really? That was something only people of vast experience and intellect did. I was in awe of them. I would never presume to consider myself of their rank.
But the wheels of awareness grind slowly. I credit one of my college English professors with illuminating for me the difference between commercial and literary fiction, without scorning the former. That is, a rare attitude in academic circles, and one that has had a lasting influence on the direction of my thinking. It changed my focus on the reality of writing as a career. It made it possible.
I'm not one of those admirable writers whose first manuscript was accepted by a publisher. My earliest attempts at novels were learning tools, illustrating for me the adage that the more you learn the more you realize how little you know. I'm still learning, and hope to continue to do so for the rest of my life.
I'm a voracious and indiscriminate reader. (Yes, even of cereal boxes, screen credits and - oh, my weakness - dictionaries.) I'm also prone to day-dreaming, building little "what if" fantasies in my mind. This can be a hazard to many occupations. I discovered only recently that it's an asset to writing.
My desire to be a writer must have hovered in my subconscious most of my life. Until recently, though, it had the status of one of those fantasies I mentioned. Me, a writer, sitting in my turrett gazing wistfully at the English countryside (always English with the turrett), or partying wildly as a prelude and/or antidote to the sober wrenching of wisdom from my soul a la Fitzgerald and Hemingway. But write? Really? That was something only people of vast experience and intellect did. I was in awe of them. I would never presume to consider myself of their rank.
But the wheels of awareness grind slowly. I credit one of my college English professors with illuminating for me the difference between commercial and literary fiction, without scorning the former. That is, a rare attitude in academic circles, and one that has had a lasting influence on the direction of my thinking. It changed my focus on the reality of writing as a career. It made it possible.
I'm not one of those admirable writers whose first manuscript was accepted by a publisher. My earliest attempts at novels were learning tools, illustrating for me the adage that the more you learn the more you realize how little you know. I'm still learning, and hope to continue to do so for the rest of my life.
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