When Remington Hawke crossed an ocean to visit his birthplace, he never anticipated there would be no room at the inn. But a chance encounter and a brilliant game of billiards resulted in an invitation he could not refuse and a woman he could never let go.

At twenty-five, Lovie Wright was on the shelf—not that she cared or even felt it. At least not until a stranger from out of town came along and challenged her complacency.

“You want to kiss me, Lovie Wright.” Those famous words would be her downfall or the beginning of everything. One thing was certain, however, the man who made that statement, that dare, was her future.