A TOUCH OF FROST
The Cowboys of Colorado
After his train is robbed at gunpoint, Remington Frost awakens from a blow to find the bandits gone…along with the woman he was shadowing for protection. No stranger to risk, Remington will do what it takes to bring Phoebe Apple to safety and her kidnappers to justice. But ransoming Phoebe is just the start of trouble…
Phoebe is shocked to learn that her mysterious rescuer is none other than Remington Frost, the son of her sister’s new husband. Home at Twin Star Ranch, she falls happily into Western life—and cautiously in love with Remington. But danger hides close to home, and their romance illuminates a web of secrets and betrayal that may put the rancher and his intended bride past the point of rescue.
Finding names for characters is always a treat and a chore. For the manuscript that eventually became A Touch of Frost, I brainstormed names with my sister while driving from home to Washington, DC. We had Laura Frost and Eli Buchanan and wait! Wasn’t Eli Buchanan a bad guy in the previous book? Almost. It was Eli B-something or other. Scratch Eli. Back to the drawing board. Over hill and dale we’d look at road signs for inspiration. Cooper’s Rock. La Vale. Cumberland. Rocky Gap. No and no and no. I don’t even recall how we settled on Remington, but I remember that Phoebe Apple is the daughter of my sister’s friend (although Apple is spelled a little differently). Something about the name just always makes me smile. As for Remington, the name inspired me at different points in the story (you’ll understand when you read) to have fun with it.
The dedication is to Chloe and Jack and Mother and G and Mojo, and the Handler. Those are code names of a tight group of colleagues (mine was 006 because I definitely had a license to kill and dreamed of using it) who fought the forces of darkness in a lawsuit to protect the safety and well-being of children we care for in out-of-home placement. You don’t want to know more. Trust me. This suit occupied more than a year of my work life, made valuable brain cells wither and die, and in a public outburst that lives in infamy, refer to the Secretary of _________ as the anti-Christ. Okay, so she wasn’t in the meeting, so it wasn’t that courageous, but some of my colleagues wrote odes to me to the tune of American Pie. I was briefly the hero of my own story.