Gavin Barlow has suddenly found himself the owner of half of the Hopewell Ranch—a spread that adjoins the Barlow family land. When the new joint owner from back East arrives, Gavin plans to ask him to sell out. A ranch the size of the Hopewell spread would expand the Barlow holdings significantly. Surely, an Eastern dandy will be eager to sell…
But when Patrice arrives in Wyoming, Gavin is unprepared for her haughty demeanor. He never expected his “partner” to be a woman—and a rude one, at that! His hopes to buy her out are dashed in the face of her self-importance—a façade to hide her secrets.
An accident steals Patrice’s memory. Who is she, and why is she in Wyoming? Her sweet personality is totally opposite the Patrice that Gavin has come to know and be wary of—but which “Patrice” is the real one? As their relationship blossoms into true love, each of them hopes for a life together on the ranch they’ve inherited, but is it possible?
Patrice’s mother follows her to Wyoming with an evil plan of her own, threatening to expose Patrice’s background to Gavin. Can they still find true love in spite of PATRICE’S SHAME?
EXCERPT
Patrice shook
her head. Were these people crazy? Who in the world would voluntarily let a
horse throw him in such a manner? Didn’t he realize he could be killed?
She shrugged.
If someone had to lose their life, let it be Gavin Barlow. That way, she would
own this ranch alone, wouldn’t she? Then, when she sold, she’d have twice the
money.
After touring
the rest of the first floor, she turned and headed upstairs. In the hall, she
hesitated in front of Gavin’s door. Wondering if the man’s room would be as
unkempt as he seemed to be, she opened the door. Knowing no one would be the
wiser, she bit her lip and stepped inside, expecting a mess.
Instead, the
room was not only tidy, but the bed had been made and there were no clothes
strewn around. A pair of boots sat by the chair at the window and a stack of
books lay on the table beside the chair. At
least that tells me the man can read.
She was about
to reach for the wardrobe door when a deep voice said, “Looking for something,
your highness?”
She jumped and
whirled around. “I…uh…I…”
“Go right ahead
and search the place, if you like. Since I tore my britches and it’d be
indecent if I kept wearing them, all I intend to do is put on another pair. If
you want to watch me do that, I have no objection.”
As she ran out of the
room, she heard Gavin laughing. 