If you’ve been following May Williams the past several years, you probably already know she is a master at historical and contemporary romance. This summer, Penner Publishing will release three books in a row: Animal Prints, Snow Prints, and Finger Prints. All three books take place in Michigan (the official series title is Michigan Moonlight) and are loaded with romance, emotion, and wit. Here’s a little more about the first release, Animal Prints:
Photographer Ian Kroft’s dream is to finish his book on fellow veterans. When his father offers him the funds he needs in exchange for persuading a family to sell their farm, it sounds simple. Then Ian meets Colette and in a flash everything changes.
Cherry Ridge Farm is home to Colette’s family—and to her animal rescue center. The slim, gorgeous veterinarian has no intention of selling. Soon Ian’s chasing after her runaway dog and laughing at her jokes, and he knows that if he lets slip his real purpose, she’ll never forgive him. Ian’s torn between his book and his new romance…all while his father is clamoring for him to seal the deal.
Colette can trust a dog to come back when she calls, but a man? Colette’s been burned more than once. Then a sweet, athletic photographer pops into her life and makes her wonder if it’s time to picture a new future.
“Colette, you in here?” Ian called. “Brought you some coffee and a doughnut.” A hay bale hit the ground near him and he stepped back to look up at her. “You don’t want a doughnut?”
“What are you doing here?” she demanded.
Ian glanced over his shoulder to see if someone was behind him, then shrugged. “Bringing you coffee.” He raised the cup in her direction. “What’s the matter?”
“I thought you left,” Colette said, starting to feel foolish, but sounding nonetheless petulant.
“I did leave to take some pictures down at the lakeshore. I drove over to park at Lexy’s house so I was closer to the water, then she gave me food. Does she give everyone food?”
“Yeah. Doesn’t make you special.” Colette climbed down the ladder from the loft and stripped off her gloves. She reached for the coffee, still upset.
Ian held the coffee just out of her reach. “You thought I left, like, forever.” He sounded puzzled.
“You didn’t leave a note or bring anything into the house last night,” she said, not losing the edge of anger. “It would have been an easy escape.”
“Is that what you think I want? You know something?” He put the drink and bag down on an upside down bucket. “You’re pissing me off.”
“I’m pissing you off?” She came closer and poked him in the chest. “You’re the one who left without saying a word.”
“For a couple hours to take pictures. That can’t surprise you.” He folded his fingers around hers to stop the prodding.