When Jilly Harris,recently bereaved,decides to seek out some rural solitude in order to write her mother’s biography, she does not anticipate that her sojourn will include a mad fox,a wondrous bird of prey, a party on the eve of the summer solstice – and a taciturn, brooding farmer, Garth Henderson (aka Hedgeman).
Jilly hadn’t planned any romantic entanglement either, particularly with a man who shuns intimacy. Just what is Hedgeman hiding?
Set in the wilds of Derbyshire, where a pair of sturdy Wellington boots is vital, this story is best read in front of a roaring fire.
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