The Star Series, Book II: Star Traveler

Anne Sherwood prided herself on being completely open-minded. After all, what good did it do to stick your head in the sand? A world of possibility and wonder lay open to those who were willing to accept. She'd earned a reputation among her friends as a little Miss Mary Sunshine because of it. Coupled with her determined optimism, even Anne agreed she could be a bit much to take at times. But it was the way she'd chosen to live. Life had dealt Anne her share of blows and disappointments. Stewing about them only made it worse. So, she figured, what was the sense?

She'd be lying if she said she didn't give in to tears when necessary. But she refused to wallow in self-pity. One good cry and she'd right herself and get on with it, ready to tackle the next road block or embrace the next blessing. However…even she'd admit her open-mindedness had just been tested.

Anne shifted her gaze between the winning lottery ticket still clutched in her fingers and the gorgeous man beside her. Both were hard to believe.

She'd met Kestral Dermot less than twenty-four hours before when he'd rescued her from muggers. Instinct had pulled her toward the man. Even the stars above told her he was the one. Her heart knew it; so did her body. In all her twenty-seven years, she'd never had sex as wondrous as she'd had with Kes. It was mind-boggling, soul-searing magic.

Minutes before she'd been close to tears thinking she'd never see him again. Then he trotted up the steps to her sun porch as if he'd been gone minutes rather than twelve hours. The first glimpse of his golden brown head set her heartbeat into triple time. Deep brown eyes settled on her face, saying what he had yet to utter—that he cared for her. Yes, in less than a day, this beautiful man loved her. Anne believed it. She felt the same way. But now she wondered if he were joking or a little…off. Next question—how should she handle it?