Her Alaskan Hero by Rebecca Thomas

He’s a rugged outdoorsman, she’s a California princess out to prove she can make it on her own.

Fans of contemporary romance are sure to love debut author, Rebecca Thomas’, sensual story where opposites attract in HER ALASKAN HERO.

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Synopsis:

After being left at the altar, California girl Sabrina Tate needs to make a fast getaway. With her famous overbearing parents and the paparazzi hot on her heels, where else is a jilted bride to go to lick her wounds but Alaska? With only her tropical honeymoon clothes in tow, she makes her escape. For two weeks, she’ll live on her own and prove to herself—and her family—that she can make it without a husband.

Zak Forrester is a man on a mission. He’s turned his rugged yet luxurious Alaskan lodge into a hotspot for hunters, all in the hope to make up for a painful event in his past. But when Sabrina—one of the rare women to enter his rugged realm—stumbles into his world, he can’t get rid of her fast enough. He has no time for her yoga, vegetarian meal requests, or Scrabble.

Soon, neither can resist the other, and two hearts collide. With time ticking away, they have to decide where they belong. Is a life in a different world better than being a world apart?

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About Rebecca Thomas

Rebecca Thomas enjoys a love-hate relationship with Alaska. She lives there with her bush pilot husband and two teenaged sons. When she isn’t reading, writing, or playing board games, she is cheering for her sons at their hockey games and tennis matches.

A reluctant reader as a child, she didn’t become interested in books until her teen years when she discovered historical romance. Now she loves all sub-genres of romance and can’t decide which one is her favorite.

Rebecca earned a bachelor’s degree in Education from the University of Alaska and was employed in the airline industry for several years before working in her current position as a program manager in higher education.

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Excerpt

“No.” Her voice stopped his retreat. “I’m not leaving. I’m not ready to go home yet.”

He didn’t know what to say, except that she couldn’t stay here. She was too vulnerable and he was too weak. He’d buried himself in work for so long he’d barely looked at women. Now he was feeling like a sex-starved maniac who might crack at any moment. She needed to run now, while she had the chance.

Her pale blue eyes blinked up at him. Her robe was still tied loosely, revealing pale pink skin covered in raindrops. “I understand if I can’t stay in your brother’s room for more than just tonight,” she said. “That’s fine. I appreciate the space you’ve given me. I’ll find another place tomorrow, but I’m not flying home. Not yet.”

She sat in front of the fire and stared into the flames, then pulled a blanket off the armrest and covered her bare feet.

He watched the flame’s light cast shadows across her determined face. She was making herself way too comfortable. She shouldn’t be here. “Can’t you see it’s not appropriate for you to be here?”

“Appropriate?” She eyed him curiously. “You’re going to have to explain what you mean.”

“Okay, so appropriate isn’t the right word. You can’t stay here.”

“But you said you’d let me use your brother’s room for the night.”

“Not here here. Here in Alaska. You’re not made for these kinds of conditions. Alaska isn’t a place for women like you.”

“First I’m not appropriate, now you think I’m so fragile I shouldn’t be out in the rain? Is that what you mean by ‘conditions.’ Women like me have every right to be in your state, like any other woman. I didn’t see a sign on the door that said ‘men only.’ You’re being awfully barbaric, aren’t you?”

Irritation pulsed through him. He was doing a horrible job of explaining what he meant. He was getting all tongue-tied. Everything he said came out wrong. Get a grip. It’s not as if he’d never seen an attractive woman before.