Deadwood Dreams
Deadwood Dreams - Book 1 of 2: Deadwood series
Signed Paperback
Delaney Lewis has always followed the rules. That is until she met Mitch Blackwell one weekend in Deadwood, South Dakota and had her tender heart shredded to pieces. Mitch is a man with a past. He’s spent the last ten years paying the price for one drunken night and he doesn’t deserve a girl like Delaney. But it’s not going to stop him from trying. Two completely different lives, six hundred miles apart and one devastating storm that destroys everything in its path. Sometimes love happens in the craziest of times. And so does forgiveness.
Deadwood Dreams - Book 1 of 2: Deadwood series
Signed Paperback
Delaney Lewis has always followed the rules. That is until she met Mitch Blackwell one weekend in Deadwood, South Dakota and had her tender heart shredded to pieces. Mitch is a man with a past. He’s spent the last ten years paying the price for one drunken night and he doesn’t deserve a girl like Delaney. But it’s not going to stop him from trying. Two completely different lives, six hundred miles apart and one devastating storm that destroys everything in its path. Sometimes love happens in the craziest of times. And so does forgiveness.
Deadwood Dreams - Book 1 of 2: Deadwood series
Signed Paperback
Delaney Lewis has always followed the rules. That is until she met Mitch Blackwell one weekend in Deadwood, South Dakota and had her tender heart shredded to pieces. Mitch is a man with a past. He’s spent the last ten years paying the price for one drunken night and he doesn’t deserve a girl like Delaney. But it’s not going to stop him from trying. Two completely different lives, six hundred miles apart and one devastating storm that destroys everything in its path. Sometimes love happens in the craziest of times. And so does forgiveness.
“How the hell did I get myself talked into this?” I mumbled into the weeping bottle of Michelob Light I was clinging to for dear life. It was my fourth beer in less than two hours. Two hours I’d been sitting here, my legs stuck to the cracked vinyl of the wobbly barstool in a bar with no air-conditioning on the hottest day of summer on the outskirts of Deadwood, South Dakota. Watching my supposedly best friend practically having sex on the dance floor with some cowboy she met five days ago at a rodeo back home.
I looked around cautiously. I was dressed all wrong for this place, sitting here in my flowered sundress and pink flip-flops. When Kim gave me fifteen minutes to pack for a weekend adventure, I never dreamed I’d be sitting in a dingy
cowboy bar on a Friday morning in June, looking like Mary Poppins.
If I’d had any idea of what she was up to, I would have packed much differently...or made an excuse not to come at all. Bars were not my thing. Cowboys were not my thing, and from the looks of it, neither was Deadwood, South Dakota. I was the only girl sitting at the bar alone in a sea of sweaty bodies dressed in cut-off denim and skimpy tanks gyrating to honky-tonk...and all
before lunch.
I couldn’t watch without blushing. Turning back to face the bar, I bitched to my beer bottle.
”I am truly going to kill her this time.”
”You go to jail for that in this town.”
A raspy, deep, yet not unpleasant voice in my ear had me jumping off my
seat, or trying to, as my ass was stuck to the vinyl. My gracefulness left me
sprawling into the arms of the voice, spilling the remainder of my beer down the front of his perfectly sculpted chest.”