4 stars Romantic Times Magazine
Maggie Garrison happy with her children, her ranch, and her horses. The last thing in the world she needs is a man to complicate her life, especially one who is thirteen years younger than she is.
Sean Wallace doesn’t trust women. His mother spent all of Sean’s life pining after her absentee husband. Then, a few weeks after her death, his fiancée left him for another man. No, women are definitely not to be trusted.
Maggie Garrison has been a widow for almost 15 years. Her husband Jim, who had loved her to distraction, was killed in an automobile accident. She’s learned to live with her loss. She has her children, her horses, and her ranch. She doesn’t need another man. Besides, no man will ever be able to love her as much as Jim did.
Then, Maggie and Sean meet. Both are drawn to the other. Both fight the attraction. But… There is something between them, and they finally acknowledge it. But, Maggie is thirteen years Sean’s senior. Can their love overcome the age difference – and the animosity of some of her children?
Shaking her head, she placed her palm flat against his chest and stiffened her arm, halting his next step. Beneath her hand, his heart was racing as fast as hers. She had to get a hold of herself. “Stop right there, Sean Wallace. I’m not a silly girl to be swept off her feet by the blandishments of a sexy, young man.”
A crooked smile appeared on his handsome face. “Maggie…”
She stared at him, remembering his kisses, kisses that had her aching in places better left dead. She had to get away! “No!” she moaned, shaking her head and bracing her hand against him. Her passion surged. His chest was so firm!
She closed her eyes and shuddered. Gathering her will, she conquered her body’s sensual urgings. “No, this can’t be!” she sobbed. With a firm and unexpected shove, she pushed him out of her way and ran--ran from the sensuous, silver-eyed, black-haired devil who had awakened the riot of passions she’d kept chained for so long. Now they were free again. How would she ever survive the long, lonely nights alone?