White Water Passion
Genre: Historical Romance
Date of Publication: November 12, 2017
Number of pages: 301
Word Count: 89k
Tagline: Only by working together can they save their millâ¦and their future.
The Montana Territory is one of the last outposts of the American Westâwhere adventure as grand as the wide-open plains is around every corner, and passion as wild as the land itself beats in every heart . . .
Elizabeth Sanders isnât afraid of anything, except what will happen to her beloved town if the Big Mountain Lumber Mill is destroyed. When she overhears a plot to do just that, she vows to put a stop to it, even if it means dressing as a young lumberjack to expose the saboteur. Thereâs only one problem with her planâher brotherâs handsome friend and fellow logger Garrett Jones, who arouses a desire within her soul as fierce as the river rapids.
When Garrett discovers that the odd new lad on the crew is in fact Beth, heâs shocked. A logging camp is no place for a young womanâespecially the spirited beauty heâs admired for so long. Keeping her safe is easier said than done, however, as the attraction between them flares into true passion. As the danger mounts, Beth and Garrett must work together to survive the last log run down the wild rapids and claim any chance of saving the millâand their chance at a future .
âWell written, well researched. Like the river, this plot runs faster and faster. Readers wonât be able to put it down.â
âNew York Times bestselling author Jodi Thomas
Missoula Montana, 1888
Elizabeth Sanders could vanish right now, and no one would notice. She blended in with every other woman by wearing her matching pinstriped walking skirt and blouse. Each store clerk and patron in Missoula, focused on their affairs without a care to their neighbor, would fail to notice if she walked through Higgins Street naked, let alone disappeared into thin air. They certainly wouldnât look twice when she came back this way a different person.
Hundreds of people bustled in the heat of the Montana sun doing the same old things, the same old ways, with nothing to show for their trouble but dirty shoes. If Elizabeth was going to get her shoes dirty, she preferred to have fun doing itâ¦the Devil May Care way.
Navigating the pedestrian-riddled streets was treacherous at best. Times like this made her wish sheâd taken her grandmotherâs buggy. At least then she wouldnât be jostled around like a dirty shirt in a churning wash bin. A deep exhale boosted her determination enough to risk a step to the side to duck around a particularly slow matriarch. The small triumph lasted only a moment before she slammed into a hard chest.
The soft fabric of a well-tailored suit skimmed her cheek a split second before warm hands reached out to steady her. The touchâfirm, yet gentleâmade her feel like she now balanced on the back of a high-strung and wild mustang as it fled down a hill with uncontrolled freedom. She hadnât needed the extra hand. Wasnât in danger of falling over. What sort of dullard rescues a woman in no need of liberation? She pulled away and adjusted her skirts as he let go. Her mind focused once more.
âPardon me.â She glanced up to a familiar face. One sheâd seen many times in her dreams. Her breath failed as her brotherâs friend, Garrett Jones, peered down at her with silver-clouded eyes. Oh, how he made the world spin whenever he drew near. His handsome, yet rugged, face made her fingers ache to touch the severe lines of his jaw. The rich scent of tobacco infused with lavender and some sort of citrus drifted on the breeze. Eau de Cologne. A fragrance only the wealthiest of men in Montana could afford. A scent belying the canvas pants, spiked boots, and sturdy cotton shirt he sported every time sheâd seen him on the train platform.
âElizabeth.â Did he say her name, or did she dream the word? Oh to be noticed by a man like Garrett Jones. The only man who could make butterflies flit around in her stomach and fear slide through her chest in the same confusing moment.
The hem of her dress hovered mere inches from his feet. Her face heated and heart began to pound. Try as she might, she couldnât keep her eyes off the man who led the Devil May Care boys. The man who held her future in his hands if she succeeded in becoming part of his crew at the logging camp. If things went the way she planned, sheâd be staring into his amber and steel speckled eyes for the rest of the season. Did he truly recognize her after all these years of no more than a passing glance?
About the Author:
A country girl born and bred, Dawn Luedecke has spent most of her life surrounded by horses, country folk, and the wild terrain of Nevada, Idaho and Montana. As a child she would spend many afternoons reading books, watching western classics, and Rogers and Hammerstein movies. When she grew up she decided to leave the quiet country life for a chance to find adventure by serving a successful tour in the United States Coast Guard. During that time she found her soul mate (and alpha male) and started a family and writing career. She enjoys writing historical and paranormal romance and spends as much time as she can working on her current manuscript.
For more information visit www.dawnluedeckebooks.com