Category: Romance Publisher: Hard Shell Word Factory
ISBN-10: 0759932441
Type: Fiction
Pages: 188
Copyright: Apr 1 2002
What dark secret keeps Nora Jones and Hayden Hunter apart? What is the one thing that will get them together? For hope beyond the terror, read Nora's Turn
Abused, abandoned in childhood, Nora Jean Jones can't love. Her sole purpose in life is to save enough money to find the siblings, who, like her, were abandoned somewhere along the road by a rambling, drunk and abusive father. With her mother dead, Nora feels that it is her responsibility as the oldest female child to reunite the family.
She's managed to stay unattached to anyone who might tie her down and prevent her from finding her family and starting over. Until, one day, a man unlike anyone she's ever seen, walks in to the truck stop cafe and orders coffee. He's dressed like someone out of the thirties, in a cat hat, knickers and houndstooth jacket. His car is antique and he says he's in a Cross Country Race for antique cars. She's not worried about her attraction, because he'll have to leave. Only problem is, he won't.
Cosseted, pampered and now jaded, Hayden Hunter, son of Hume Hunter, auto magnate, doesn't want to love. His parents want him to, so that he can provide an heir to inherit the car manufacturing company called Lessux. It's just that no one has ever touched him and he doubts anyone ever will. Until, that is, he walks into a truck stop cafe in Muleshoe, Missouri and sees the perfect woman. Only problem is, she says she doesn't want him. Before he leaves, she'll want him or he'll know why.
Excerpt
One minute, he was looming over her, the next he was kissing her, pushing demanding. Fireworks started from where his mouth had lit her fuse and fear flamed after, causing the deepest panic she had ever known. She bit him, hard and followed with the loudest scream she could muster.
A moment later, Hayden Hunter found himself flat on his face outside the cafe for the second time that day.
"Princess ain't no lot lizard, you scumbag."
The trucker thought he was treating her like a whore? Never. More like an angel. Hayden looked up and licked the blood off his lower lip in time to see his little angel, smiling and dusting her hands off, as if it had been her, instead of the hulking trucker at her side, who had thrown him out.
In spite of her momentary lapse and fear, Nora Jones was comfortable with her world again.
