Click to Read Excerpt Back Cover Teaser: Broken—irreparably broken. The violent deaths of her father and the young man she’d been engaged to marry, had irrevocably broken Cedar Dale’s heart. Her mother’s heart had been broken, as well—shattered by the loss of her own true love. Thus, pain and anguish—fear and despair—found Cedar Dale, and her mother Flora, returned to the small western town where life had once been happy and filled with hope. Perhaps there, Cedar and her mother would find some resemblance of truly living life—instead of merely existing. And then, a chance meeting with a dream from her past—caused a flicker of wonder to ignite in her bosom. As a child, Cedar Dale had adored the handsome rancher’s son, Tom Evans. And when chance brought her face-to-face with the object of her childhood fascination once more, Cedar Dale began to believe that perhaps her fragmented heart could be healed. Yet, could Cedar truly hope to win the regard of such a man above men as was Tom Evans? A man kept occupied with hard work and ambition—a man so desperately sought after by seemingly every woman? Book Excerpt: Cedar swallowed the lump in her throat. She tried to breathe normally—but it was Tom Evans standing before her. Truly it was Tom Evans—and what woman could breath normally with Tom Evans looking at her?... “I-I’m Cedar Dale,” she stammered, unable to keep herself from staring at him. “You probably don’t remember me, but my family used to…” “Jim and Flora’s little girl?” Tom Evans asked…He chuckled—studied her from head to toe for a moment, then said, “Well, you certainly grew up, now didn’t ya? You weren’t more than eight or nine years old when I seen ya last.” Cedar nodded—her delight expanding. Still, in the next moment, she was thoroughly embarrassed as well—embarrassed that he remembered her—for if he remembered her then he remembered the way she’d shamelessly chased after him as a child. Oh, she’d chased after Tom Evans something awful! Often she literally skipped along behind him like a love-sick puppy! No doubt he hadn’t forgotten. How could he have forgotten? She must’ve driven him nearly mad…
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