La scrittura di Marcia Lynn McClure è profondamente influenzata dagli evocativi racconti della vita rurale nelle fattorie condivisi dalla sua famiglia. Queste storie, ricche sia di difficoltà che di romanticismo, hanno plasmato la sua natura intrinsecamente romantica e l'hanno ispirata a creare romanzi. È specializzata in racconti d'amore, vita e risate, intessendo avventure attorno a momenti avvincenti che toccano il cuore. L'obiettivo di McClure è offrire alle lettrici una fresca evasione, lasciandole con un sospiro di contentezza e un sorriso soddisfatto.
As a child, Cedar Dale had adored the handsome ranchers son, Tom Evans. And when chance brought her face-to-face with the object of her childhood fascination once more, Cedar Dale began to believe that perhaps her fragmented heart could be healed.
Cassidy Shea's life was nothing if not serene. Loving parents and a doting brother provided happiness and innocent hope as life's experience. Yes, life was blissful at Cassidy's beloved home, Terrill.
"A retelling of story of Beauty and the Beast"--
The spirit of adventure and curiosity that dwelled within her bosom was positively bursting with excitement! It was obvious there was something wildly interesting inside the gristmill, and Amoretta silently swore to herself she would discover what it was no matter what. She promised herself that nothing short of torture could keep her from seeing what was inside now that her feet were set on the path. Her imagination couldn't list possibilities quickly enough.
Evangeline startled a little as a somewhat quiet bark drew her attention from the autumn vista before her and to a medium-sized brown dog that had suddenly appeared at her side. The dog stood panting happily, as if he'd known her all her life, and it quite warmed Evangeline's heart. "Well, aren't you a friendly little fellow?" she giggled as the dog -- who, she quickly noticed, was missing one hind leg -- sat at her feet, wagging its tail and panting in joyous anticipation of attention. Again, Evangeline giggled. "Aren't you just a handsome man? Yes, you are," she said to the dog as she hunkered down and scratched behind his ears. She laughed when the dog's one hind leg began to beat the train platform as a signal of delight. "Oh, you are a sweetheart, aren't you? I bet you're quite the Romeo in town too, hmmm?"
Lark Lawrence was alone. In the entire world there was no one who cared for her. There were worse things than independence and Lark had grown quite capable of providing for herself, but as winter loomed, she suddenly found herself with no means to afford food and shelter.
Ember Taffee had always lived with her mother and sister in the little cottage by the sea. Her father had once lived there too, but the deep had claimed his life long ago. Still, her existence was a happy one, and Ember found joy, imagination, and respite in the sea and the trinkets it would leave for her on the sand.
Stavos Voronin was not as blind-eyed as many nobles and royals. Evony's physical gestures -- even the simplest movement of her hands -- revealed that she had not always been destitute. The same was true of the children --their polished manners and knowledge of horses and tendency to be bold and fearless of strangers.
"Oh! Do link arms with me, Calliope," Blanche whispered, her brown eyes widening with apprehension. She took Calliope's arm, tightly linking it with her own. "The old Mulholland house still gives me the willies every time I walk past it. I hate to think on what might have gone on inside. It's truly terrifyin'!"
For Katie Matthews life held no promise of true happiness. Life on the prairie was filled with hard labor, a brutal father, and the knowledge she would need to marry a man incapable of truly loving a woman. Men didn't have time to dote on women -- so Katie's father told her. To Katie, it seemed life would forever remain mundane and disappointing -- until the day Stover Steele bought her father's south acreage.