A fish-out-of-city lonely woman falls in love with a hunky-country-world-renowned-photographer ex-playboy turned father-to-their-orphaned-niece-and-nephews. Lots of characters, lots of potential, and, unfortunately, lots of problems. And that's the problem with the story. Had this novella slowed down, taken its time and fleshed out a story over several hundred pages, it would have been much better. Or had it scaled back its ambitions in the number of characters and too many personal issues, it would have been much better. As it exists, the length of the work truncates its scenes down to a few essential ones, which we are asked to accept at face value because we are not given the necessary scenes that build up to and connect everything. The children are treated more as props than characters in the story and never fleshed out as individuals. (See how I look holding the baby? Aren't I great mother material, now let's give her back to the other woman to really take care of her. After all, she might spit up on me). Despite serious plotting and development problems, and the lack of much-needed scenes, the writing shows promise. The book feels like a practice run at writing a novel. Some corny dialogue, but generally not too annoying. Finally, I don't think a Stetson and an old barn make a man a cowboy. I'm pretty sure the man is supposed to ride horses and wrangle cattle too. But that's tied to the underlying problem with the whole book--the reader is told a lot of things, shown few.