Cheryl St. John

Cheryl St. John



About Cheryl St. John

A peacemaker, a romantic, an idealist and a discouraged perfectionist are the words that Cheryl uses to describe herself. Since her first book was published in 1993, she's written over twenty-five historical and contemporary romances, which have received high acclaim from readers. Cheryl's office walls hold framed covers and awards she's proud to display.

Cheryl St. John - Heaven Can Wait

In her secret heart, sheltered Lydia Beker yearned for more - a sea of sensation, a husband to be tender with. Surely such longings couldn't be wrong? And then came Jakob Neubauer, an outsider who promised her a world of passion... One simple dream sustained Jakob: to work his land and build a life with the perfect woman at his side. Lydia Beker, unaffected and so serenely beautiful, seemed the embodiment of his every desire. But would he prove himself a man worthy of such a precious gift?

Cheryl St. John - Rain Shadow

A Guarded Heart

Raised among the Lakota Sioux, Rain Shadow was the picture of an Indian princess. Exotic. Ethereal. But away from the glamour of Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show, she was a mother alone. An orphan in search of her past. And, armed with a six-shooter, easily the most perfect woman Anton Neubauer had ever seen...

Anton Neubauer was as sure and steady as the land he worked. Here was a man who believed in family and tradition. A man with roots. A man who was everything Rain Shadow had ever dreamed of--and knew she could never have...

Cheryl St. John - Land Of Dreams

JEWEL OF THE PRAIRIE
Ex-Major Booker Hayes had seen how much love this sun-kissed farmer's daughter had to give. And he wanted her in his life. As a mother to his orphaned niece, and much more. For Thea was the first woman to ever make him long for home and hearth.
Tall and dark as midnight, Booker Hayes had come across the plains and moved right into Thea's lonely heart. Offering her a life that was a dream come true. A dream that could never be, until Thea learned to believe in Booker . . . and in herself.