Jenny Cussler's Last Stand

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ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-652-9
ISBN Print: 978-1-61217-651-2
Page Count: 346
Word Count: 88635
Rating: Sensual (PG-PG13)

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Social worker Jenny Cussler has a number of Native American veterans in her caseload and is attracted to their culture. When given the opportunity to attend a weeklong awareness camp on a reservation high in the mountains, she is eager despite the distance from her established city life.

Clint Hastings, a presenter at the camp, has no intention of straying outside his race for a relationship. But this perky redhead captivates his attention and constantly needs rescuing -- when she's not rescuing him from the clutches of the woman he managed to evade a year ago and who's back stalking him again.

Clint soon loses his heart, while Jenny is charmed but realizes how little they have in common. In the real world away from the mountain, there might not be a happy-ever-after ending. Is she ready to trade her pavement-bound existence for the reservation? Or would he be willing to give up his chosen lifestyle?

Rating: Sensual
Page Count: 346
Word Count: 88635
978-1-61217-651-2 Paperback
978-1-61217-652-9 Digital


"My name is Clint Hastings, by the way." He reached out to shake her hand before he opened the passenger door. She slid into the gray cloth-upholstered vehicle.

"Not Gray Eagle or Running Bear?" she asked.

He paused and leaned on the open door for a moment with a grin. "Nope. Looks like I've got some white folks in the woodpile somewhere." He chuckled.

He crossed around to the front of the vehicle and climbed in to hear the end of her laughter. The sound lightened his heart.

"So what's your name? Sacajawea?" He stuck his keys in the ignition and started the car.

"Not likely. I'm probably the only white person you'll ever meet who doesn't claim to have a drop of Indian in them. My name is Jenny...Jenny Cussler."

Clint turned to her with a start. "Custer! Custer?"

Jenny gasped. "No, Cussler, not Custer. No, not Custer. Oh, geez, that would be weird."

"I heard you the first time. I just thought I'd tease you a bit. Custer isn't such a popular name in Indian country." He adjusted the air conditioner, and cool air swept into the car. He moved his vehicle into position behind the last of the government vehicles.

"So what kind of name is Cussler, anyway?"

"Irish, I think. What about Hastings?"

He glanced at her in surprise. Her eyes continued to twinkle.

"Ummm...white, I think." Would she laugh again--that warm sound that suddenly made him think this week would be fascinating? There it was! The laugh...coming from somewhere deeper than her throat. Her dark-lashed eyes crinkled at the corners.


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