Wyoming LegendBy: Diana Palmer
A Wyoming rancher finds love where he least expects it in this heartwarming second-chance romance
Micah Torrance could use a helping hand. Between managing his expansive Wyoming ranch and caring for his willful little girl, Janey, Micah’s plate is more than full. Usually, it’s not in this cowboy’s nature to ask, but when beautiful Karina Carter offers her help, Micah can’t resist. With her sweet smile and her easy way with Janey, Micah wants to trust her. But he knows better than anyone that love only leads to heartbreak.
Champion ice-skater Karina Carter needs a fresh start while her body heals. Caring for little Janey is just temporary until she can get back on the ice—or so she keeps telling herself. But the longer she spends with this gorgeous single dad, the more drawn she is to him and the family they could share. Now if only she can convince him that she’s here to stay, this new life with him could be beyond her wildest dreams.
To my sweet editor, Patience, with love.
To my best friend, Ann, who rode on camels in Morocco and ate sushi in Osaka and sunbathed on the Mediterranean and toured Brussels and boated through the Amsterdam canals and sweltered in the Montana and Arizona heat to see historical places with me... Thanks for the memories, kid. It was a great ride. Thanks to our husbands, who refused to travel, we got to see the world. You were the best companion anybody ever asked for, and the best friend anybody could want. Love and hugs, Diana Palmer.
I’ve watched figure skating all my life, and loved it dearly. I had favorites. I named my heroine in this novel after two of them who were gold medalists: Katarina Witt and Irina Rodnina. It has been a privilege to watch such talented people on the ice, when my whole knowledge of skating was in roller rinks, where I went entirely too fast. I could skate forward and backward, do crossovers, almost anything you could do on roller skates. But I’m from Georgia and back in the ’50s there weren’t any ice rinks near me. Roller skating was all we had.
Nevertheless, I would have given a lot to have had the opportunity to put on ice skates and learn those beautiful moves that come from so much practice and pain. Skating is a big part of this novel, but it’s also about two people with tragic events in their pasts. It brings together an injured skater who’s afraid to get back on the ice, an embittered former skating coach who buys an ice rink in Catelow, Wyoming, near the big ranch where Karina gets work and a young girl who wants to skate but who has only her father’s cold and unpleasant fiancée to teach her.
It has been an amazing story to tell. Along the way, I got a real education in ice skating and the difficulty that all contenders face when they start down the long road of training that leads eventually to nationals, world and Olympic competition. I had a ball writing this book. I hope you enjoy it.
SHE HEARD THE cheering of the crowd, as if it was close by. Lights flashing from dozens of cameras in the spectator stands. Music, beautiful music. The sound of her skates on the ice made smooth by the Zamboni. The perfect lifts and tosses by her partner as they soared toward the gold medal in the World Championships. The reviewing stand. The medal looped around her neck, the exultation as she faced the news media and shared her struggles and tragedies that had led her and her partner to the medal. Then, so soon after, the new tragedy that had put her in the hospital just days before they were to start training new programs for the National Championships and then, if their luck held, the Olympic Games. The hope of that Olympic gold medal in pairs figure skating, however, was already fading in the distance. Her hopes and dreams, crushed as the surgeon labored to reduce the damage in her ankle. Gone. All gone. Hopes and dreams of medals were lost like the dream that faded as she woke in her own bed, in her lonely apartment.
Karina Carter went to the kitchen to make coffee. It still felt awkward to walk without the cast and supporting boot she’d sported for five months. She had sports therapy for the break, which was healing. But her partner, Paul Maurice, was forced to practice with another skater, one not in her class. If the woman performed well, he would break up his partnership with Karina—with her permission, of course—and prepare for the Nationals. He and Karina had placed in the top tier at both the Grand Prix and the Four Continents events earlier in the year, which, added to the Worlds gold medal, would surely give them a spot on the Olympic team. It had been just after the last of the international competitions that the accident in training had happened.