From the moment Araby Gilbert met him, Nashville composer Daul McNeal struck a jarring note. What was she, a renowned professor of poetry, doing rubbing shoulders with such an obvious hayseed? No matter Daul's claims to special musical talents, the man was just a no-name songwriter, country-and-western style. And she was above all that. Or was she? Then why did she tremble whenever his devil-dark eyes gazed into hers? Why did his husky voice and simple love songs move her so? She could tell herself that it was all impossible. That they were from completely different worlds. Then why, with just one kiss, was she ready to believe that love was all that mattered?
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