Come to me, come to me, sweet love, in spring when daffodils bloom and ice floes melt into clear clean streams by our soft bed of moss in the glen.
Come to me, come to me, sweet love, in the heat of the summer sun, where trees bow their heads in a canopy shading us on the soft grassy lawn.
Come to me, come to me, sweet love, as fall's rich scents fill the air where brilliant leaves whisper above us and crunch neath our blanket below.
Come to me, come to me, sweet love, as crisp winter snows swirl outside and the glow from the fire is matched by our own on the rug, come to me, sweet love.
A young widow joins her aunt’s house-restoration project in the wilderness, determined to take a stand for independence, but two men have different plans for her—and so does God.
In the predawn hours during a solitary ride on her ranch, Montana Freeborn collides with Seth Phoenix, centaur-turned-man and the embodiment of her psychic visions.
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