In this second volume, Beau L'Amour examines how his father made the transition from struggling pulp writer to successful novelist and uses his father's notes, journal entries, and correspondence to continue the process of seeking out how and why many of these never-before-seen manuscripts were written as well as speculating about the ways they might have ended. These selections include the beginnings of a post-apocalyptic science fiction tale, a proposal for a nonfiction project based on the life of Renaissance-era traveler Ibn Batuta, and two chapters of a historical novel set in India about the origin of L'Amour's well-known Talon family. At the other end of the spectrum are classic adventures, such as In the Measure of Time, a chance encounter set on the high seas, and a science fiction film treatment set in Mexico, as well as seventeen chapters of a novel that reappears throughout Louis's journals and letters and speaks to his fascination with post-revolutionary 1950s China, leading him so far as to correspond with the Dalai Lama. With rare photographs and commentary, this book further maps the journey L'Amour embarked upon to become one of our greatest storytellers and the diverse realms to which his imagination traveled, making him a true American pioneer --
I haven't been back to Sweetwater, Texas, in years but somehow, here I am--back where it all started. I'm still trying to figure out how. And of course, I don't even make it out of the airport before I run into my ex--the entire reason why I left Sweetwater in the first place. Horse wrangler Roarke Frost's shoulders are just as broad as I remember, that crooked smile of his still in place, and my heart is melting like chocolate in the sizzling Texas sun. Stupid heart. But worse, we're supposed to play nice together to pull off a Christmas festival in record time, which is the key to launching my new business. Now we're working side by side to save injured animals, setting up a bid-on-a-cowboy auction, and he's pushing for a second chance. But I know he's still keeping a secret that could tear us apart if I give him an inch. I'll definitely need to dodge the spiked eggnog if I want to stay tangled up in Christmas, and not tangled up in Roarke again. --Amazon.com.