A Worthy Suitor (Heartsong Presents),Used

Product Description GWENDOLYN BANKS NEVER EXPECTED A REALLIFE ROBIN HOODThe reluctant socialite feels more at home in the woods surrounding Tuxedo Park than at the vibrant parties hosted within. But when she stumbles upon the town archery instructor in her wooded sanctuary, he quickly makes her reconsider her life of solitude.Accomplished archer Albert Taylor has vowed to make something more of his life than just catering to the Park elite. Falling in love with one of his students isn't part of his plans. But when Albert's accused of a crime, can this budding romance be over before it's truly begun? About the Author Jennifer AlLee was born in Hollywood,and spent her first ten years living above a mortuary one block from Hollywood & Vine. Now she lives in Las Vegas. When shes not busy spinning tales, she enjoys playing games with friends, attending live theater and movies, and singing at the top of her lungs with the car radio. Although shes thrilled to be livingher lifelong dream of being a novelist, she considers raising her son to be her greatestaccomplishment. Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Tuxedo Park, New York June 1, 1901Gwendolyn Banks was on the hunt. She moved through the trees, careful not to make unnecessary noise that might startle her quarry. The elusive zebra swallowtail butterfly had escaped her for the past few days, but it couldn't hide forever.Not that the past few days had been fruitless. The book she clutched in her right hand was full of sketches and notations. Everywhere she looked, there was something new and wonderful to document. To Gwen's mind, it was impossible to be out amongst God's creation and not find something fascinating.Gwen had been dismayed five years earlier when her father had announced his purchase of a vacation cottage in Tuxedo Park. In the exclusive community, there would be numerous opportunities to engage in cycling, tennis, dances and the like, all of which Gwen would need to find reasons not to be a part of. But when they arrived that first year, and Gwen discovered the treasure trove of natural wonders essentially in her own backyard, her thoughts on summer changed.The chilled morning air seeped through the thin cotton of her walking suit, sending a shiver across her shoulders. Normally, she wouldn't be out quite this early, but she hoped the cool moistness would slow down the butterflies long enough for her not only to spot one, but to sketch it, as well.A rustling sound caught her ear. Gwen stopped short, leaned against the nearest tree and peered around the trunk in the direction the noise came from. It was a man. He tromped through the foliage, a bow in his hand and a quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder. For one frivolous moment, Gwen let herself think about the romantic stories of Robin Hood, robbing from the rich and giving to the poor. But this wasn't one of the books she loved and she wasn't in Sherwood Forest. This was real life, and he was a very real man.He was tall, his shoulders broad. He moved purposefully, threading through the trees as if he knew exactly what he sought. The man was obviously no stranger to the forest. A rabbit hopped into his path, then stopped, nose twitching, eyes round and bright as marbles. The man stopped as well and pulled an arrow from the quiver. Gwen's heartbeat quickened. Was he a hunter? She was fully aware where the meat on the dinner table came from, but she had no desire to witness the process that put it there.Gwen watched as he positioned the arrow on the bow, then raised it, pulled back on the string and took aim. But he didn't aim at the rabbit, which now bounded away. Instead, he aimed at a thin tree. What in the world? Why would he shoot at a tree?Then she saw it. There was the zebra swallowtail, its blackandwhitestriped wings moving slowly together then apart, attempting to sun itself on the gray bark of the pawpaw tree. The color of the trunk combined with the