Book One of the Rosewood Trilogy
Ballantine Books (January 2010)
CAN A LOVE BE LOST THAT WAS MEANT TO BE?
A rising star in the modeling world, Margot Radcliffe hasn’t forgotten the hurt that sent her running from Rosewood, the beautiful Virginia horse farm where she was raised. Travis Maher, a ruggedly handsome rebel and gifted horse trainer with a hard-knock past, had once captured Margot’s heart—only to break it.
But when tragedy strikes her family, Margot is forced to set aside her skyrocketing career and return to a place she never expected to see again, where the legs that everyone admires belong to Thoroughbreds, not supermodels. Now Rosewood Farm’s success depends on Margot, and the only person she can count on for help is the very man who so ruthlessly rejected her love all those years ago.
As Margot and Travis enter an uneasy truce to save Rosewood from financial ruin, their wild natures clash and their unresolved passions for each other begin to surge. But can this hard-edged horseman find a way to express his desire for the one woman he’s ever loved before she’s lost to him forever?
Read the Reviews
"I have to say that I loved this book! Ms. Moore created believable characters you get to personally know and fall in love with and she sets them in a storyline that was creatively entertaining and enjoyable to read. I was pulled into her storyline immediately and found myself losing track of time. I saw Ms. Moore’s story play out before me and she made me feel as if I was another character stepping through her plot. I couldn’t help but fall in love with Margot and I had hoped that things would go okay when she saw Travis again after the eight years had passed. I even found myself secretly hoping that something would start up between them when they first laid eyes on each other again. I eagerly look forward to reading the rest of Ms. Moore’s Rosewood Trilogy. I highly recommend this story and I’m definitely going to look for more stories now from this talented author!"
Night Owl Reviews
"Remember Me is, without question, a romance lover’s ultimate fantasy. It has been a long time since an author made such an impression; to the extent that I purchased her other works the instant I finished. This is the kind of story that fans of the genre search tirelessly for, where the romance, conflicts, and character building remain front and center. Enriched by attention to detail, the result is people you fall in love with, care for, and want to have their much deserved happily-ever-after.
Remember Me will leave you breathless. Laura Moore has an incredible talent for detail and character development. Each sentence breathes life onto the page, bringing the reader directly into the center of the work, and allows them to experience all of the heartache, turmoil, and doubt right along with the cast. I quite honestly couldn’t put this story down, not from the moment I finished the gut wrenching prologue, and stayed up ‘til the wee-hours of the morning to finish.
I highly recommend Remember Me, so much so that I’m rating it a Best Book. I can’t wait for the second installment in the Rosewood Trilogy, Believe In Me, and have it marked at the top of my TBR list."
The Long and Short of It
"Rich characterization, intriguing plotlines, plus the horse-world background make REMEMBER ME an absorbing read.
In one of those odd coincidences, I recently conversed with a friend about authors we like but haven't seen around lately, and I brought up Laura Moore and her great horse stories. Two days later, I received REMEMBER ME in the mail. What a welcome treat! And it's just the first of three. I highly recommend romance and horse lovers a like get in on the beginning of this trilogy."
Romance Reviews Today
"Brava! What a delicious read. Moore's heartfelt tale will resound with fans of Diana Palmer and Judith McNaught. The characters are vivid, the settings stunning and the emotional conflict between Margot and Travis will stay with the reader long after the last page. This reviewer cannot wait for the next installation in the Rosewood Trilogy."
Whitney Kate Sullivan
4 1/2 Stars
Rosewood Farm, Warburg, Virginia
Eighteen and no cleavage to speak of: life was so grossly unfair.
Clad in matching panties and bra, Margot inspected her image in the cheval mirror. Her boobs did seem a bit bigger with the help of the push-up bra, didn’t they? At least her legs were okay, and the high-heeled mules she had bought to go with her dress would make them look even longer. For reassurance, she stepped into the new shoes. Beneath the soft light of her bedroom chandelier, her tanned skin glowed. She’d made sure to slather moisturizer all over. She’d even remembered perfume, spritzing a cloud into the air before walking through it, a trick she’d read in a magazine. As nervous as she was, she needed all the help she could get.
Margot gave herself a last hard look and imagined Travis standing close enough to breathe in the sultry scent she’d chosen. She pictured desire flaring bright in his flint-gray eyes, felt the heat of his passion as his dark head lowered. His breath, warm and butterscotchy from his favorite flavor of Life Savers, would mingle with hers. Then the long-awaited touch of his lips, firm and commanding, as his strong, calloused hands reached for her. . . . A thrill coursed through her.
Yes, she thought, dizzy with excitement. Tonight, after so many nights lying in her bed and dreaming of Travis Maher, those dreams were going to become reality.
She spun around and scooped up the dress lying neatly on her double bed. A vibrant peony-pink wraparound, it was deliciously simple, held together with a single large rabbit-eared bow. She tugged it on. Once she’d gotten the bow just so, Margot pivoted this way and that in front of the mirror, pleased with how the soft fabric hugged her body. If only she were curvier. Still, the dress was a far cry from her usual attire of breeches and polo shirts. He wouldn’t be able to ignore the way she looked in it.
Grabbing a brush from the mahogany dresser, she gave her hair several vigorous strokes and debated whether to leave it down so that Travis might see how glossy and shiny it was. No, a loose knot was more sophisticated. Her hand trembled slightly as she applied mascara, and she grimaced when a black clump stuck to her lashes. Plucking it off, she abandoned the task. Her lashes were dark enough. After coating her lips with a raspberry- tinted gloss, she gave the mirror an inviting smile. Yes. This was definitely a new Margot Radcliffe. She looked worldly and mature.... She looked hot.
Surely Travis would think so.
Tonight she was going to make Travis forget she was the boss’s daughter. When he looked at her, he wasn’t going to be thinking of the skinny kid who for years now had been trailing after him from one horse barn to the next, peppering him with questions every step of the way, thrilled when he answered, because getting Travis to talk was like pulling teeth. And when he spoke to her this evening, he certainly wouldn’t be calling her by that odious nickname he’d invented: Princess Margot. He’d have no reason to, because she wouldn’t have to resort to ordering him about, demanding he fetch her hoof pick or her longe tape just so she could get his attention and have him acknowledge her existence. Tonight she’d be gracious and charming and witty, and he’d be dazzled. Everything would be different between them.