The Ivy Tree

After his rodeo accident, Truman James was just going home to his grandmothers farmhouse to stay a few weeks while his broken leg healed. He surely didnt expect to be awakened the first morning he was there by a snaggle-toothed kid and his sassy Irish mother, whod moved right into the house with him. Allie McCleary wouldnt have ever consented to move to Dougherty, Oklahoma, if shed known Truman had the freedom to use the house, too. And she sure didnt expect Truman James to be the magic shed been searching for since her husband was killed five years before. The rest is what happens when you cross a handsome-beyond-words bull rider with a mostly-Irish lass with a temper to match her rich chestnut brown hair and mossy green eyes. Its the story of an old ivy covered elm tree in the corner of the yard, sitting in dormancy like Allies heart and rooted deep in the rich ranch soil, like Trumans soul. Will they realize that the real fight lies within their hearts? Although theyre as mismatched as oil and water, they have fallen in love. Can either of them admit it? See more