Diana Gendarme has spent her life doing for others, so when she moves into her dream cottage, she’s ready for some “me” time. But the cottage is shabby and her new neighbors quite close. One of them makes a din in his blacksmith’s forge all day long yet has the nerve to complain about her beagle’s yodeling. He’s the last sort of man who should attract Diana. So why can’t she resist the absurd dares he persists in issuing?
Reg Coltsfoot doesn’t plan on falling for his neighbor. A lifelong charmer, he’s used to women falling for him instead. There’s just something about Diana that has him longing to draw her out of her staid life and into his. Maybe it’s the magic of spring, but Reg will do all he can to persuade Diana she needs his laughter and his love to light her days.
Reg Coltsfoot was a charmer, all right. He probably knew it, as did every woman who’d been standing and watching him work. She couldn’t be foolish enough to get caught up in all that.
The charm, the rakish smile, and most of all the way he made her feel were the reasons she’d always avoided men of his ilk. He threatened her self-control. He wasn’t what she needed in her life.
She’d tended to be attracted to bookish men. Educated men, like Dad.
But Reg was here. Now. And the way he looked at her made her feel—so beautiful.
She told herself it was the dress. But then she remembered the way he’d looked at her when they stood at his gate.
Maybe not just the dress.
So all right, the attraction existed. Maybe even raw, animal attraction, though she’d never imagined herself capable of any such thing.
He would forget about her and their agreement to meet up later. He’d get engrossed in his work and some other lady would catch his eye.
Why did that thought bother Diana so much?
Laura Strickland enjoys researching interesting new settings for her books. Married, with one grown daughter, she has also mothered several rescue dogs and is intensely interested in animal welfare. Her love of dogs and her lifelong interest in Celtic history, magic and music, are all reflected in her writing.
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