Author Bio: Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book – preferably a rural romance where a strong woman falls in love with a ruggedly-handsome, tough but gentle cowboy, and these are the types of characters who feature in the stories she writes. Only in Kelly’s books, the cowboys are even better because they spank!
She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.
Author’s Note about Rachel’s Journey: Rachel’s Journey is very close to my heart. Like Rachel, I too, have Tourette’s Syndrome. I have tried to portray what it is like to live with this neurological disorder, and while Tourette’s affects everyone differently so each person’s experience is unique, it is my personal experience, how Tourette’s affects me, that is told in Rachel’s Journey. In some ways, Rachel’s Journey is my biography, only fictionalised. Rachel’s circumstances are nothing like my own, but in all the ways that matter, Rachel is me.
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Blurb: Rachel was such a loser. Growing up with Tourette’s Syndrome has taught her that. Who could possibly want someone who contorted their faces in bizarre twitches or snorted at random? Not even Mike, the man who had promised he loved her, had been able to put up with it. She broke up with him when she caught him cheating on her during their great overseas experience, promptly flying back home to hide and lick her wounds.
James was the manager for the 850 acre farm she and her brother Simon had inherited. She liked James. He’d always treated her nicely, like an honorary little sister, and she’d had a crush on him forever. Not that she could ever tell him. She wasn’t going to set herself up for rejection ever again.
But when it seems that someone is out to harm her, can she count on James to come to her rescue?
Set in rural New Zealand, this epic romance will thrill you and keep you captivated, enchant you with charming detail and inspire you, as learning to overcome adversity ultimately is Rachel’s Journey.
Excerpt: “Did Simon fix those brakes did he?” a stern voice asked just as she was lugging the last sack to the shed.
Bugger! Caught! But at least it’s only James. “Nope, not yet. Hopefully he’ll get onto it soon. There’s absolutely nothing left now, just goes straight to the floor and doesn’t even look like stopping.”
“I see. So it went ok then? You didn’t hit anything?”
“Oh we came a bit close to the shed there,” Rachel indicated the narrow gap between the shed and the side of the ute. “But otherwise nah, all good. The gearbox doesn’t sound too healthy though. Especially coming down the drive. But I think it’s all right.”
“Is that how you were stopping it? Using the gears?” James didn’t sound stern at all now, merely interested, which surprised her. She’d been bracing for a lecture, but it didn’t look as if it would be forthcoming. Good, James on my back is the last thing I need!
Rachel nodded. “Is there another way?”
“Yes,” James told her. “Brakes. Your brother is a mechanic, and there is another perfectly fine ute for you to use. There is absolutely no reason in the world why you have to drive around in a ute with dodgy brakes!” James scolded her. “Furthermore, it’s bloody spring time! There’s plenty of grass! What are you buying hard feed for? The horses don’t need it at the moment!”
Rachel shrugged. James had a point, a good one. Two of them, in fact.
As soon as she came out of the shed after putting down the last sack of hard-feed, James grabbed her by the upper arm and without a word, led her over to the ute where he pushed her down over the tray.
“Hey!” she protested, struggling. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing? Remember that conversation we had not long ago?”
“But that was about me resting! And I rested!”
“You did,” James agreed cheerfully. But he didn’t let her up. With one hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades holding her down, he used the other hand to smack her butt, hard.
Now hurry up everyone and one-click on a link below like I did! You know you want to read this fabulous book! Happy Reading! ~Morganna