Meet Me in Montana

Chapter 1

So who says a romance has to be written in first person?

Certainly not Harlequin with their voice over narration about Delacey, a young city girl who inherits a horse farm she knows nothing about, only to meet Biff a cold man with a past Delacey is determined to resist. And so goes the narrator, droning on about Delacey's attraction to Biff and yet her denial of it, of her teasing, yet her refusal to give in to her own emotion. Then on magical page 150 the required love scene where Delacey and Biff give in to their unbridled passion, no pun intended of course, and consummate the relationship that has been so electrically charged ever since their first big fight on page 23.

So who says? Me. Because this is not voice over harlequin, it is me. My life, my story. Who better to explain how a 16 year old's infatuation could last fifty years, through 7 kids, two marriages, one divorce, and countless breakups. Who better I ask, than me? So if Delacey and Biff are more your cup of tea. If you want to be certain of the wedded blissful ending, shut this now. I make no guarantees. Turn to page 150 if you want, but you will find no partitioned out and formulaically correct love scene. No, you will simply find another chapter in what has been the most captivating experience of my life. Perhaps too, the life of another, but only he can attest to that, not me.

What lies within these pages is what has lain within me for years, not dormant, but hidden, not dead but unspoken.