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| Denali, formerly Mt. McKinley |
About the Novel:
In the
shadow of Denali, she has a home, and he finds adventure.
Charlotte Cooper wants to stay
near her parents' home in Alaska. But her dreams of being a writer call her
away to college or work, and she has to choose her own path in life.
Henry Reeves is a wealthy New
Yorker seeking a summer adventure when he travels to Kantishna near the
proposed Mt. McKinley National Park. He discovers two passions, one for
Charlotte, and the other for keeping Alaska wildlife from being wiped out like
the buffalo.
Charlotte
and Henry find an attraction they can’t deny, but can they build a new life
together between the wilderness and high society?
Book Excerpt:
Henry swatted at the mosquitoes again. Charlotte was glad she had
a net over her hat. She heard the louder buzz of a bee as she looked for the
next bend in the river.
“Oww!”
Stinky wiped the white stubble around his mouth like he was trying
not to laugh. “Bees doan like it when you swat ’em.”
Henry inspected his right wrist. “I think I’m allergic to bees.”
“You think you’re allergic?” She hoped he wasn’t.
“Last time I had a bee sting, it got all swollen.”
If that was all, that wouldn’t be too bad. “Well, we’ll see if it
happens again.”
“And I had a little trouble breathing. Not very much.”
She took another breath.
“The last time, I was hunting, too. My father and I were deer
hunting in the Adirondacks. We spend a lot of time hunting and fishing. I
practically grew up outdoors.”
That was probably true by New York standards, but he still seemed
like a cheechako to her. A greenhorn.
He scratched at his wrist.
“Don’t scratch it. That’ll make it worse,” she said. It was
already pink.
They passed by a creek tumbling down the hills to the east and
turned another bend in the river. When she looked at Henry’s wrist again, there
was a pink lump. Henry scratched it again as he looked up at an eagle circling
overhead.
“Is that an eagle?”
“Yes, a golden eagle. Stop scratching at it. Here, put this over
it.” She untied the bandanna from around her neck and tied it over the sting.
As she touched his skin, she felt an electric thrill that she hadn’t expected.
“Thank you, Sharon.”
“Charlotte. My name is Charlotte.”
His face was red again when she looked up. “I’m sorry, Charlotte.
I keep putting my foot in my mouth. Thank you again, Charlotte.”
He couldn’t even get her name right. Maybe he was just bad at
names. Some people were. But she hadn’t felt anything like the sensation when
she’d touched his hand. Was it because he was so attractive? Or just part of
his vibrant energy?
“You’re welcome.” She was starting to get concerned about his bee
sting. It was swelling quite a bit. At least his breathing seemed all right. He
was irritating, but she didn’t want him to get sick.
One more turn to the right, and then they were home. They
navigated the last stretch and brought the boat in to the loading dock.
Charlotte glanced at the bandanna on Henry’s wrist as Daddy and Stinky unloaded
the supplies.
“I think we’d better show your bee sting to Mama. She can put
something on it for you.” She grabbed his left hand and pulled him toward the
house, ignoring the vibration that went through her at touching him.
“Thank you, that’s very kind.”
About the Lynn Lovegreen:
Lynn Lovegreen grew up in Alaska,
and still lives there. She taught English for 20 years before retiring to make
more time for writing. She enjoys reading, hanging out with friends and family,
and hitting targets with a cowboy action shooting club. Her young adult
historical romances are set in the Alaska Gold Rush, a great time for drama,
romance, and independent characters. See her website at www.lynnlovegreen.com.
You can also find her on Facebook and Pinterest. Her novels Fools Gold,
Quicksilver to Gold, Golden Days, Gold Nuggets, and novella Worth Her
Weight in Gold are available through Prism Book Group or your favorite book
vendor.
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Bonus Excerpt from GOLD NUGGETS:
Henry was pleased that his horse, a mare named Mabel, responded quickly to slight pulls on the reins or nudges from his knees. She was a good companion and a pleasure to ride.
“Good horse here, thank you. This looks like a well-traveled trail. Are there a lot of people who utilize it?”
“Nope, mostly bears use it. Keep your eyes peeled.”
