Overview

The magic of the Old West comes alive in this timeless tale of love between women. When Kenny Smith (Kendra Nelson), the handsome stagecoach driver, saunters down the dusty main street of Jackson with spurs jangling, all the dance hall girls swoon. Little does Kenny dream that her life is about to take a detour. After Kenny is shot during a holdup, then framed, she is desperate to escape the pursing posse. It is Sophie McLaren, a young, cool-headed widow living in a line shack, who nurses Kenny back to health and hides her from the law. When danger lights the fires of passion between these two women, their fates become entwined. And as they dare to dream of a different life, they learn that love overcomes all obstacles.

Look for Ms. Shearer's next book of love in the Old West as it meets the computer age, another timeless love story.

"You sure don't act like a virigin," Sophie said. "That's just it, I'm an actor," Kenny admitted with a touch of pride. "Had you convinced that I was a man, didn't I?" "Mm..." Sophie nodded. "And I wanted you then, too." "More than now?" "No." Sophie leaned back and looked down the length of Kenny's body. "Definitely not more than now." The words and the look were like a physicial touch on Kenny's hot skin...........

Beverly Shearer has spent all her life in the West. From helping to herd cattle on her father's ranch in Northern Idaho to being part of the herd in Denver,Coloado's rush hour, she has learned that the spirit of the West is eternal.The Western love of independence and freedom knows no gender and knows no age. The characters that people her books-the good guys and gals, and the bad guys- can still be found in the small towns and big cities from Washington to New Mexico, from Wyoming to Nevada. When not writing, Ms. Shearer passes the time by working as a Sign Language Interpreter/Deaf Services Specialist, by studying for a degree in English, and by sculpting. She also has many spoiled, selfish and demanding pets.

Around ten o'clock, the stage rattled down the main srteet of Jackson, Colorado. The creaking of the harnesses and the jangling of the braces were quiet compared to the competing souonds of the out-of-tune pianos and the laughter of whores from the town's two saloons. A thin slice of moon faintly lit the two dust-covered figures that slumped in the bench seat built on top of the coach. Passing the saloons and the darkended general store, the stage rolled to a stop next to the livery stables. The driver leaped down, then staggered on shaking, tired legs. The old man riging shotgun chuckled.