Ivy's Dream

The grumpy billionaire is making it difficult for her to produce a commercial for his romantic resort on Cupid Island. He doesn’t know what to think of her, only because first impressions were disastrous, but he’s willing to give her a second chance. Will she take it?

Ivy Kidman's dream is to assist the big movie producers, and when a billionaire hires her to make a commercial for his son's island romantic resort, she can't turn it down. After meeting the owner of Cupid Island, however, she's definitely ready to turn around and go home. How dare he call her accident-prone when he is the one falling all over himself? As she works closely with the handsome man who makes her laugh, she slowly starts to change her mind.

Steele Holliday is frustrated with his father for sending the determined woman to his island. His father insists that Steele needs to be in the commercial, but he's not a photogenic man and he wants Ivy to leave and never come back. But when his competitiveness kicks in when she proves to be just like him, he wants to keep her around a little bit longer… just to see who wins. He feels himself losing quickly, especially when his heart becomes involved.

Immerse yourself in the warmth of this sweet and wholesome Christmas Cowboy Romance, where tender passion is gently woven, leaving the rest to your imagination.

“Are you recording this?” Ivy asked her best friend.

“Yes, now go.” Dawn nodded while holding Ivy’s cell phone toward her with the video record button on.

Ivy straightened her shoulders and put on her serious expression, because the very thing she wanted the world to know about – or anyone who watched this video – was that she would not tolerate animal cruelty. The moment she saw what someone wanted to do to illegally catch some animals, had her head spinning in anger.

“I’m Ivy Kidman,” she said into the video, “and I’m in the woods near West Yellowstone in Montana. My friends and I were hiking, and we nearly stepped in hidden snares. I wouldn’t have known about this if not for seeing this segment on a local news station a few months ago. However, seeing firsthand that poaching is a real issue, I’m going to try and put a stop to it the only way I know how. This might not work, but I’m willing to do anything to keep our wildlife out of the hands of poachers.”

She motioned toward the ground and Dawn moved the phone closer to the object Ivy pointed out. “This is a snare. It is made of sharp wires that wrap together just perfectly so that when a large animal steps inside, the wires tighten around the animal’s leg and keeps the animals from getting loose.” Ivy motioned to Dawn to have her lift the video on her again. “What I plan to do is carefully move these snares and place them in the spot where we noticed tire tracks. If everything goes smoothly, I’ll be able to catch the poachers in their own trapping game.”

Ivy had Dawn zero in the recording as Ivy placed a thick jacket over her arms and gently lifted the snare trap. She cautiously stepped toward the tire tracks and set it down. She did this with five other traps that were close by.

Brushing the dead leaves and twigs off her sleeves, she faced the camera again. “Because we don’t know when the poachers will be here, my friend and I will climb a tree where we’ll stay the night, waiting for these poachers to come. My other two friends will wait near the Wildlife station several miles down the mountain for our notify them to bring someone up here to arrest these idiots.” She took a deep breath and released it slowly. “Pray that this will work, and we can put away some of these poachers who are harming our animals just for sport.”

Ivy signaled for Dawn to turn off the video.
When the video resumed, Ivy and Dawn were in the tree. It wasn’t comfortable, but at least they were out of the poacher’s sight and away from stray animals.

“As you can see,” she said quietly, “I’m now in the tree. Over there –” the video turned toward the tire tracks, “is where we’ll be watching. Keep us in your prayers. These people need to be stopped, even if I take each one by myself. I’ll do all I can to make things right.”

The video turned off again, and when it came back on, it was daylight. Ivy and her friend were still in the tree.

Ivy’s hair was messed, and her makeup was slightly smeared under her eyes, but she didn’t care. “I think the poachers are coming,” she said excitedly, but in a soft voice. “Let’s watch.”

The camera was turned toward the jeep coming their way. On top of the vehicle was a large spotlight that was also used by poachers. The jeep stopped and four men jumped out one-by-one. The men ranged in age from about sixteen to forty years old. All of them were hefty, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to take on these men by herself without some kind of help.

The poachers walked a few steps and stopped to listen. They scoped the area before continuing their walk. As they neared the snares, Ivy held her breath. But the men stopped again, looking around. She had always been impatient, and she wanted this finished now. This tree limb she sat perched upon was killing her bottom.