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Fresh from graduate school, April McKenna, beautiful and brilliant vows to strike out on a new path rather than return to San Francisco to take a job with her father’s firm. She meets Rusty and sets off for an escapade that ends in tragedy. Injured and alone she is taken in by Sunny Davis, a friend of her mother’s who lives in a small town in the Catskill Mountains in New York.
During her recovery, April resolves to carve out an exotic life of travel and adventure. But she didn’t count on a sexy fireman upsetting her plans. Gavin Dailey has dated practically every woman in the county, but when he meets April, he knows he’s finally found the one he wants. Only a stubborn man like Gavin wouldn’t let April’s resistance to his charm and his small town change his plans. Determined to win her, he pulls out all the stops until he encounters one stumbling block he didn’t count on. Will a near-tragedy resurrected from the past give April the courage she needs to make the right decision for her life?
This is a sweet contemporary romance with no explicit sex or bad language.
This is a sweet romance with no bad language or explicit sex. It's the third in the Moonlight series and has been well reviewed.
As April McKenna drove her small car around the bend and approached a tiny town, a good looking, big man with short, reddish brown hair stepped into the street and stuck out his thumb.
“Yeah, right, Mr. Serial Killer, like I’m going to give you a ride,” she said aloud to herself, speeding up to pass him but unable to rip her gaze from his.
She averted her eyes, trying to focus on sorting out her life. Driving the back roads from Willow Falls, NY to her home in San Francisco would give April time to think. She had finished her MBA and was heading back for an internship in her father’s company. The prelude to a staid, boring, corporate life worried her. The thought of such a future left her restless, unhappy. April didn’t want to go back, didn’t want to live her father’s life. She wanted to break out, but didn’t know how. She’d always been a good girl, doing the right thing, exactly what her parents expected of her.
With her mind occupied, she was driving on automatic pilot and noticed the glass scattered in the road too late. Her tire lasted another half mile before it blew. She pulled onto a muddy shoulder and got out of the car. She rummaged around in the car trunk having no idea where the spare tire or the jack were or even how to use them if she found them. She pulled out her cell phone only to remember she’d forgotten to recharge it before leaving school. Then she laughed when she realized there was no one to call anyway. You’re supposed to hang something white on the door handle when you need help. April returned to the car, took off her white lace panties, the only white object she had, hung them on the door handle, closed the door and waited.
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Already translated.
Translated by Rosana Aralde de Almeida
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