A Taste of Dixie

The majesty of the state, purple mountains rising around them, and rugged slopes lined with larch and fir and pine, stole her breath. She was a speck amidst so much grandeur. But the man, dusty blue jeans, worn boots, his cheeks brushed with a few days' growth of beard, he was a fixture among it, as meant to exist in that environment as the boulders jutting out from the path.Fear and humiliation sent Lottie Stratton running from her home in Georgia to her uncle's place in Northern Montana. With no more than an overnight bag for what might be a permanent stay, she's unprepared for the upcoming winter. And the handsome cowboy whose doorstep she stumbles up on.Harlowe Chapman's home is the back of a horse, his friends the herd of cows he tends. He grew up in these mountains, his entire goal to be as good a man as his father was. Lottie's arrival, unplanned, unexplained, highlights the emptiness of his days. He's been alone far too...