All Becky wanted to do when she was growing up was to get out of Hardin, Montana, a small town with a conservative bent close to the Battle of the Little Big Horn National Monument. Now that she has a job at a large oil refinery in Billings, she realizes it doesn’t suit her either. But what’s a girl with a high school diploma to do?
A chance meeting with Travis, a Native American, on a windy hill at the monument, makes her aware there’s more chance at romance than she’d ever imagined. At the same time, she knows her grandparent’s viewpoints don’t include interracial romance as a possibility.
As they grow through closer through the fall holidays, can Travis and Becky find a way to acceptance and love through the miracle of Christmas?
Short multi-cultural Christmas romance set in Montana.
Christmas Romance Books.
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Travis took in a full breath and gazed around him. The cold made the night sky crystal clear, the low ridges of the rolling prairie sharp in the moonlight. It was not the ancestral land of the Northern Cheyenne, but it was what they had now.
The crunch of tires on the gravel road caught his attention. A fairly late-model pickup traveled down the road toward the Tongue River Breaks.
Travis gestured for his dog, Little, to come to him. While violence was too common on the reservation, most of it occurred in alcohol-induced bar fights or suicide. Still, it paid to be alert.
The truck rolled to a stop. “I heard you were in town. Ready to fight over your stupid windmill like Don whatever-his-name-was?”
“Ah … well you’re the one with the fancy college education.” His cousin David’s voice was raspy with the cigarettes he refused to give up.
Travis walked closer to the truck, Little by his side. “What do you have against my windmill?”
“Other than it’s yours? We don’t need a bunch of bird killers on our land.”
“You know my company has new technology to keep the birds away.”
“So you say.” A match flared.
Travis waited. He’d save his arguments for the council tomorrow.
“I’m going to stop you. So why don’t you go back to Billings?”
He stayed silent, listening to his cousin’s drags on the cigarette reverberate in the cold, still air.
David laughed, put the truck in gear, and spun off, sharp stones of gravel flying out from his tires.
Travis stepped back, dragging Little out of harm’s way. He stared after the truck—what was his cousin up to now?
End of Excerpt
Love on the Wind
Christmas stories don’t have to be the same-old, same-old jingle bells and party friends that cure a lonely heart. Nor do novellas have to sacrifice substance for a faster read. Love on the Wind is proof of both: a unique plot with layers of conflict and just the right touch of Christmas spirit. ~ A Romance Lover