Author: Candace Morehouse
Genre: Historical Romance
ISBN: 978-1-897445-62-4
Published: March 2008
Cover Artist: Trisha FitzGerald

PRINTED BOOK

Sometimes the most coveted treasure of all can be found right beneath your nose.

Excerpt:

“I expected you would come back to San Vicente eventually, Andy Alexander, I just didn’t reckon it would be so soon.”

Green eyes sparked fire as his body sank on the feather mattress, dipping dangerously close to hers, and Andrea demanded, “I am going to ask you one more time—who are you and what do you want? I do not have much money but you are welcome to it. Just leave me alone!” His face was so near hers she could feel his warm breath against her cheek; against her will, Andrea’s eyes focused on the full lips beneath a peppering of thick stubble.

“You really don’t remember? I am devastated, Andy, I truly am. After all those years of you following me around like a lost little doggie!” Blue eyes beneath the low-brimmed hat sparkled now as he reached a hand down to rub at his calf where Andrea’s boot had connected. “You still pack a punch, though!”

Andrea looked at the man, remembering that niggling sense of familiarity she first experienced en route to the Royale Hotel. His gait was that of a man more accustomed to being astride a horse than walking down the street. And those blue eyes, so piercing and brilliant. Where had she seen him before? Obviously their association went back to her childhood since he knew the nickname she’d grown up with...

“Jake Houston! You vermin! Lowdown, crooked snake in a cactus patch! Son of a...”

“Well all that schoolin’ didn’t help your vocabulary none.”