R owland Bowles was a self-taught man, and had made his first five million by his twenty-fifth birthday. He knew a good story--and he knew the people to play in those stories. When given the chance, Rowland preferred to use locals at each location. He loved discovering unknown talents. Of making careers. It gave him a sense of power, and his work a sense of authenticity that many in the film industry tried to emulate .
Very few succeeded. At thirty, he was confident in his skills, and just cocky enough to expect everyone to give him what he wanted. Because he was Rowland Bowles .
Masterson County, Wyoming was the perfect place for the script he’d written himself. It was a genre mashup of fantasy and American Western. He had a particular type of world and characters in mind. He had most of the principals already cast, but he’d lost his Gretta and still needed to find his Keith among the local yokels. The actress slated to play Gretta had unfortunately found herself on the wrong end of the law. It hadn’t been pretty. And he’d struggled to find the right Keith in Hollywood .
Masterson County shouted authentic Western. How could it not? Everywhere he turned was another cowboy--or cowgirl. Beautiful cowgirls, like the trio of redheads he was attempting to follow into the quaint little country diner. They were quite young--early to mid-twenties, at most--and very small. The largest was probably just a bit over five-four or so, and a whopping one-hundred thirty pounds. Maybe. The other two were even smaller, and looked enough alike to be twins. One wore full Western wear and looked like the real deal. Bowles barely looked at her. It was her twin that had caught his attention. The pale pink hospital scrubs were nearly the same shade of pink as the dress worn by the woman he’d seen just two nights before .
The small town—hell, the entire county—was perfect for what he’d wanted. And the night he’d taken the car and driven around the country roads himself had just shown him one thing .
His Gretta. Soft, feminine, sweet. Sexy. The girl he’d watched ride the other night would be perfect for Gretta, sister of the hero. Gretta was soft and wounded, and the hell she’d gone through triggered a rush of powerful magic that damned near destroyed her. Rowland wanted that redhead. He’d get her .
No matter what he had to do. But first he had to deal with Dr. Matt Masterson, his new personal nemesis .