READER'S ROCK LIFESTYLE MAGAZINE VOL 2 ISSUE 4 NOVEMBER 2014 Vol. 1 Issue 4 October 2013 | Page 24

Peggy Henderson Yellowstone series is a MUST for true lovers of.. well, true love. I expected your run of the mill romance novel. I was very surprised at how quickly I fell in love with the story, and not just the characters, but the setting as well. Months after reading this book, I found myself still thinking about the story and how much I enjoyed it. I decided to read it again, only to discover it to be better the second time around, and that to my surprise, there were more books. I quickly purchased books 2-5 and read them in one weekend. I was swept away with every word on every page. There is just something about the writing style, character development and settings of these books that kept my enthralled all the way to the end. Each book was beautiful. (Amazon review) Excerpt - Yellowstone Dawn “Are you going to stand there all day, gawking, or will you come sit? How are you feeling?” She walked up to him and raised her hand to his forehead. She smiled again. “Your fever’s gone.” Josh stared into her eyes, and scanned her face. She looked different this morning. He couldn’t explain the change in her appearance, but he noticed things he hadn’t paid attention to since he met her. Her eyes were the greenest, most expressive eyes he’d ever seen. Her pert nose was sprinkled with tiny, almost imperceptible freckles. When she smiled with those full lips, dimples formed in her cheeks. Her hair framed her delicate face, begging him to reach out and run his fingers through it. He clenched his hands into fists to resist the sudden urge to sweep some strands from her flushed face. “Are you okay?” Her eyebrows drew together, and she stepped back. Josh swallowed, and ran a hand through his hair. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m much better,” he said, and moved around her to the table. He reached for the steaming cup of coffee. “Where did all this food come from?” he asked, turning to face her. He leaned his hip against the table. He’d done enough sitting or lying down the last couple of days that he preferred to stand. He held the cup to his lips. The strong coffee was just what he needed. “I headed over to the saloon this morning.” She shrugged. “Apparently, the owner is the only one left in town to sell food goods since your relatives left town. Along with his whiskey, he still gets shipments of food, and the town folks go to him if they need staples. Otherwise, this place is dying.” She waddled to the stove, and Josh silently watched her every move. She scraped the meat to the sides of the skillet, and quickly and efficiently cracked eggs into it onehanded. With an old rag in her hand, she bent to pull the oven door open, and produced another skillet with biscuits. He noticed the buckskin dress she wore hugged her slender backside almost too tightly. Her expanding stomach was obviously outgrowing the material of the dress. “Lucky for us, your aunt left these old skillets behind.” With a groan, Dani set the heavy cast iron in the middle of the table. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t find any plates, only some spoons and forks. We’ll have to eat right out of the skillets. Oh, and there’s no butter for the biscuits.” Josh set his tin cup on the table, and rushed to her side. She was about to lift the skillet from the stovetop. “Here, let me carry that,” he said, reaching for the handle on t