Review
"Pam Crooks writes a much different but very interesting take from the usual Western fare. A very satisfying book!" 4 1/2 Stars! --
Affaire de Coeur"A well-crafted tale!" 4 Stars! --
Romantic Times, March, 2001"All Western fans will want to take this great adventure. I highly recommend'Wyoming Wildflower'!" --
Carol Durfee, Romance Readers Connection"I thoroughly enjoyed this first book by Pam Crooks!" --
Kathy Boswell, Romance and Friends"Powerful emotions boil over in this gripping epic. Ms. Crooks is a writer of immense talent who is sure to garner legions of fans." --
Rendezvous
From the Inside Flap
"Poignant! Compelling! I loved it!" Bobbi Smith, Bestselling Author
A Tantalizing Truce
Her lips softened in a smile. Reaching out, she trailed a knuckle along his cheek, faintly stubbled with the shadow of a beard.
"In the meantime, shall we call a truce, Boss-man?" she challenged quietly.
He seemed unable to resist touching her in return and took her hand. He drew his palm over her wrist to her elbow. Sonnie held her breath, transfixed by the sheer tenderness of his caress. He did not stop but continued toward her shoulder and onto her back, his work-roughened skin a pleasurable contrast to hers.
His hand splayed, slid along her shoulder blade, one side and then the other, before ending his journey at the barrier of her corset. He seemed hungry to explore, to learn the feel of her.
Her gaze melded with his. She couldn't pull herself away, though the intimacy of the moment suggested she should.
He fingered the pink satin ribbons, as if he contemplated undoing them as slowly as he'd undone the back of her dress. His whiskey-shaded eyes, smoldering with the desire he held in check, settled on her lips, and his breathing took on a definite ragged edge.
"Truce, Sonnie," he whispered.