That's when I saw him - the cowboy - across the smoky room.

She was a city girl with a penchant for sushi bars, good restaurants and fine wines. Her idea of a good time was to go clubbing with friends in her ubiquitous black heels.

He was pure country. Strong and sure and raised on a ranch, his cowboy boots bore the hallmarks of hard work. His idea of a good time was a quiet steak and beer with his brother after a satisfying day's yakka.

Home from LA for a quick break before moving to Chicago, Ree Drummond was out with friends one night when she spied a tall, handsome cowboy across the room. The attraction between them was immediate and they found themselves talking into the night.

Life intervened for a while, but they were destined to meet again. And so began an unlikely romance between two very different people, one who thrived on the excitment and variety of city life, the other with a deep love of the land his family had been farming for generations. Would their growing passion for each other be enough to overcome the obstacles between them?

Black Heels to Tractor Wheels isn't just a love story; it's a universal tale of passion, romance and the sort of all-encompassing love that sweeps us off our feet.