Wilderness Passion
LOVE'S NATURAL LAWBiologist Libby Stapleton was ready for anything when she met her unwilling partner on a government environmental study–anything, that is, except forest manager Dan Wagner, whose animal grace and disturbing honesty filled her with swift, passionate longing.Suddenly the dreaded three-week trek into wild mountainous terrain became a dangerous adventure into an uncharted world of desire.But Dan was a man who played the game of life by his own rugged rules. If Libby wanted to win his heart, she had to live by the laws of nature–and survive.
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LOVE’S NATURAL LAW
Biologist Libby Stapleton was ready for anything when she met her unwilling partner on a government environmental study—anything, that is, except forest manager Dan Wagner, whose animal grace and disturbing honesty filled her with swift, passionate longing.
Suddenly the dreaded three-week trek into wild mountainous terrain became a dangerous adventure into an uncharted world of desire.
But Dan was a man who played the game of life by his own rugged rules. If Libby wanted to win his heart, she had to live by the laws of nature—and survive.
“One Man’s Folly May Be Another’s Blessing.”
Libby’s heart leaped wildly as he reached out, his thumb gently tracing the natural curve of her cheek, coming to rest beneath her chin. Pleasurable tingles leaped like electricity through her tense body at his knowing touch. He searched her face for a long moment, as if memorizing each detail and nuance of her features.
“You’re so beautiful, Libby,” he whispered. “So alive…so damned enticing and yet so dangerous…” His mouth descended, grazing her parting lips like a feather.
Her senses reeled at the touch of his mouth and she felt his hand steadying her, pulling her forward against his body….
About the Author
LINDSAY McKENNA enjoys the unusual, and has pursued such varied interests as firefighting and raising purebred Arabian horses, as well as her writing. “I believe in living life to the fullest,” she declares, “and I enjoy dangerous situations because I’m at my best during those times.”
Dedicated to my wonderful fans: Linda Snoddy, Pat Dube, Geneva Montgomery, Jean Hutson, Mary Jo Young, Monique Baux, Sylvia Chen, Donna Druivenga, Jon Cheek, Lynn Sizemore, Lorraine Wirges, Mickey Henson and so many others who write to me. Thank you for your continuing support. I love writing for my reading audience!
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LIBBY FROWNED, UNCONSCIOUSLY pushing a golden strand of hair away from her cheek. She sat behind her large executive desk, glaring at four different piles of documents, all marked Impact Statement. Forcefully exhaling in frustration, she got up, circled her plush office and glanced out the window. It was nearly 4:00 p.m. on Friday afternoon and she could hardly wait for the business week to end. On Wednesday her boss, Doug Adams, had informed her that he had another project requiring her immediate attention. Her brown eyes had darkened with worry at the news. How could she possibly handle a fifth assignment?
“Look at it this way, Libby dear,” Doug had replied in his usual amiable tone, “Cascade Amalgamated is a very progressive corporation, and nowhere is it busier than in the forestry division. Besides, in the year you’ve been with us you’ve been indispensable, and we’re proud of your work. The vice-president of the forestry division thought that the state land lease we just acquired ought to fit nicely into your field. Plus, you need some vacation, and you’ll certainly get it with this project. Just look at the weeks you’ll be spending up in that magnificent Idaho wilderness as a holiday.” He had smiled brilliantly, given her a mock salute and left her standing dumbfounded.
Libby glanced guiltily at the stacks of documents that required her attention. One more project, she thought distractedly.
She chewed on her lower lip momentarily and then closed her eyes. Her lashes, the color of wheat in midsummer, lay like thick fans against her high cheekbones. She pirouetted on her long legs and walked back to the window, which overlooked San Francisco Bay. The evening fog was beginning to creep in from the ocean, making it look as if the sky were pulling a white wool blanket over the Pacific. It was August and the cloud cover would be welcome, taking the edge off the day’s heat. Libby desperately wanted to have a weekend that wasn’t spent doing office work. She touched the back of her chignon in a nervous gesture.
“Dr. Stapleton?”
Libby swung around, startled. “Yes, Betty?”
Her secretary gave a small apologetic smile, stepping inside the door momentarily. “Remember the man who was supposed to have kept the ten-o’clock appointment with you this morning? Mr. Dan Wagner?”
Libby rolled her eyes upward. “Don’t tell me he’s here now.”
Betty nodded. “I’m afraid he is. And, judging from his angry looks, he’s none too happy about it. Shall I send him in?”
Groaning inwardly, Libby smoothed the white lab coat she always wore over her business clothes. “Yes. Leave any phone messages for me on your desk. When I get out of here tonight, I’ll check through them.”
Her secretary, a woman close to her own age, added, “You’d think he would have the good manners to call back on Monday, not last thing Friday afternoon.”
Libby tried to straighten up the obvious clutter on her desk. Why did each of the four piles of documents resemble miniature leaning Towers of Pisa? “I have to see him, Betty. He’s the forestry manager for the latest lease we bought. Do me a favor and bring us both coffee, I’m afraid it’s going to be a long meeting.”
