Regular print version previously published by: Distractions Ink.

Includes author's note with background information, recipes, and "Trivia Snippets".

"Autumn gasped as she looked up to see the cowboy, slumping in his saddle. Blood was streaming from a wound in his left leg and had begun to dry on his chaps. His shirt was soaked with blood at the left shoulder, and more dried blood was matting the hair on his forehead, eyebrows, and cheek. Then, as he attempted to dismount, the full depth of his weakness from injury and no doubt blood loss was evident as he fell to the ground and groaned. Thoroughly steeped with sympathetic compassion and empathy for the man, Autumn dropped to her knees, instantly and without thinking, and moved the poor cowboy's head to rest in her lap. Tenderly she tugged at the brown bandana covering the man's nose and mouth, gasping when he opened his eyes and looked at her. Autumn Lake's heart skipped a beat--it skipped several beats--as she gazed into the deep blue of the man's eyes . . . This wounded cowboy was flabbergastingly handsome! He was violently attractive, and Autumn had to inwardly whisper to herself to draw a breath . . ."--