Down to earth and level-headed, Morgan Bartlett isn’t afraid to wear her heart on her
sleeve. All she wants is independence from her overbearing mother, and the freedom to shape
her own destiny. When she aids a badly beaten man along the side of the road, she may have
found more than a dusty cowboy down on his luck.
Morgan’s unshakable belief that Gabe is
a good man slowly chisels away the walls he’s built around himself. As he comes to terms
with living in the future, he must decide if losing his heart is worth more than holding on
to the life he’s led in the past.
— from publicity material
He glanced around at his unfamiliar surroundings. He was in a parlor of sorts. A short
table stood a few feet away from the sofa on which he sat. An oddly-shaped lamp hung from
the pastered ceiling, and Gabe squinted his good eye. It was a rather plain-looking,
milky-colored dome attached to a wooden support, along with what looked like blades that
reminded him of a windmill that was hung on its side. He’d never seen an oil or
kerosene lamp like it. Perhaps it wasn’t even a lamp, but some ornate decoration.