Publisher's Synopsis
Michael Lee was born in San Francisco and worked as a ghost writer of best selling Romance Novels. As much as he liked the vibrant and sometimes chaotic life of The City by the Bay, the noise, traffic and overall craziness had become a distraction. He was working on his own version of the Great American Novel, and needed a quiet place to finish it. Luckily for him, his college roommate owned an old cabin in the small Sierra Nevada Foothills town of Grass Valley where he could stay for as long as he wanted. That's where Michael met Sam.
...Michael smiled and said. "Hi, I'm having a little trouble with my truck, I was told to ask for Sam, is he here?"The old guy grunted under his breath and pointed to where another mechanic was working on a late model Corvette which was raised up on a four-post lift. "Over there."
Michael walked over and said. "Hi, I'm looking for Sam."
From under the car, he heard. "Well, you found her, just a second."
Michael heard the clicks of a torque wrench and Sam emerged from under the car. The first thing he noticed, besides the fact that Sam was a girl, was that she was tall, almost as tall as his lean six-foot-four inch frame. Sam had bright blue eyes and long blonde hair which was tied in a ponytail and tucked under the collar of her jumpsuit. Even under the grease smudges on her cheek and forehead, he noticed that she had a strikingly beautiful face. "Hi, I'm Michael. You must be Sam."
The girl pointed at the name tag above her right breast which read Sam. "That's me, what can I do for you, Michael?"
