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OverviewWhen Dingo Way lost his father, he thought he'd prepared himself for the moment. He hadn't. One bitter March night in Whitefish, Montana, grief drove him out of his Park Avenue home and into Casey's Bar - searching for a drink, a distraction, maybe even a reason to feel alive again. That reason walked right into his life. Bernadette ""Bernie"" Lucas - fiery, sharp-tongued, and breathtakingly beautiful - wasn't looking for company. But when the handsome stranger with haunted green eyes sat beside her and raised a glass ""to the dead"", she couldn't walk away. Once drink turned into many, one spark into a blaze neither of them expected. By the time Bernadette walked Dingo home - with her Irish Wolfhound in tow - she was already in deeper than she realized. What she found inside his house changed everything; a dead man in the back bedroom, Dingo passed out on the couch, and a night that would tie their fates together forever. From that moment, their lives collide in a whirlwind of passion, secrets, and second changes. He's a man trying to bury his grief; she's a woman learning how to trust again. Together, they might just find something worth saving - if they can survive the fire they've started. In the cold heart of Montana, two lost souls discover that sometimes love doesn't wait for the perfect moment - it crashes in, uninvited, and refuses to let go. Full Product DetailsAuthor: Marlette BessPublisher: Marlette Bess Imprint: Marlette Bess Dimensions: Width: 14.00cm , Height: 2.10cm , Length: 21.60cm Weight: 0.427kg ISBN: 9798231656011Pages: 368 Publication Date: 29 October 2025 Audience: General/trade , General Format: Paperback Publisher's Status: Active Availability: Available To Order We have confirmation that this item is in stock with the supplier. It will be ordered in for you and dispatched immediately. Table of ContentsReviewsAuthor InformationAt eighty I remember being a kid telling stories to my friends as we sat on the porch in Long Beach, California. I would even do it with a British accent which I am sure sound like I was talking through my arse. By twenty five I started to become a world traveler. My parents were dead and my brother was estranged. What's the old adage The world is my oyster. That is when I really started to taste the world and all of it's exotic fruits. I married at 29 to my beautiful man who still graces my life today. We had no children but we have traveled and lived in different places. All this adds up a life well lived. I started dabbling in writing when I turned fifty. At sixty I had breast cancer and lost my breast. It wasn't the cancer but the medication they gave me to prevent recurrence of the cancer that made me almost lose my mind and or my life. I went to Africa to find myself and indeed I did. On a trip into Okavango Delta I fell in lust with a bush pilot. He was unaware that he had awaken things that had been long dead. He became my muse and I wrote my first novel in six weeks. Many rewrite took time. Of course from that experience I fell in love with my husband all over again. Some one once said that you can't write unless you have experience. Well now I have plenty of experience and at this age I am still writing away. I hope you will find my adventurous Romance novels educationally fun and give you that tingly feelings in all the right parts. Enjoy the books and remember some is true and some is a lie but all is meant to inform and to put a smile on your face. Tab Content 6Author Website:Countries AvailableAll regions |
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