Rust and Wildflowers

Rust and Wildflowers

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**Book Teaser - *Rust and Wildflowers*** When Olivia Hart leaves behind the noise of the city for the whispering wilds of Alaska, she expects nothing more than cold mornings, hard work, and the slow fading of her grandfather's days. But the farm holds more than memories-it holds Rudy Pankow, the quiet, broad-shouldered farmhand who's been there longer than the winters themselves. For ten years, Rudy's life has been rooted in the same soil-steady, simple, and safe. Then Olivia arrives like a storm, stirring up what he thought was long buried. She's too young, too wild, too untamed for the life he's chosen. And yet, when the Alaskan nights grow longer and the first snow falls over the rust and wildflowers of the fields, neither can ignore the pull between them. In the land where survival demands strength, love may be the most dangerous risk of all.
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