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<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="">Mandy Morgan swore she’d never step foot in Texas again after Beau Gentry left her for life on the rodeo circuit eight years before. But now her uncle’s heart is failing and she has to convince him that surgery will save his life. She never dreamed the first thing she’d see when she stepped off the plane would be her biggest nightmare...the one man she’d never stopped loving.<br /><br />Beau Gentry had the fever for two things: the rodeo and Mandy Morgan. But for Beau, loving Mandy was complicated by his father’s vendetta against her uncle. This led him to make the hardest decision of his life and he can still see the bitterness and hurt on Mandy’s face. All these years it has killed him to think Mandy had forgotten him and moved as far away as possible from him. But now they’re back in Texas, and he’s going to do all he can to win back her love.</span></span></div>
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<span face=""><span style="font-size: small;">"What are you doing here?" Mandy Morgan asked, dropping her too-heavy overnight case on the sun-roasted tarmac. After a grueling forty-eight hour work stint and a five-hour flight from Philadelphia, she stood wilting under the brutal Texas sun, facing her biggest nightmare.<br /><br /><i>Beau Gentry.</i><br /><br />She groaned inwardly, drinking Beau in with her eyes as if she hadn't had a drop of water in months. Eight years was more like it. If she were eight years smarter, she would be moving her aching feet as fast as she could in the opposite direction. But all she could do was stare at eyes so bright they rivaled the blazing sun. At lips so kissable she'd spent the better part of her adult life trying to wipe the memory clean from her mind. <br /><br />She had expected Beau would have aged some. When she allowed herself to think about him at all, she reminded herself. The faint lines etched in the corners of his sleepy gray-blue eyes gave a hint of maturity, but most probably caused by long days in the cruel sun. <br /><br />She fought the urge to take a closer look at his ruggedly handsome features, but failed. How could he have gotten better looking after being abused by every bronc-busting horse on the rodeo circuit? His angular jaw, strong and determined, was shaded with beard growth that was probably a day old, maybe more. Mandy suspected if Beau grew a full beard, it would grow in thick and be the smooth texture of his almost black head of hair. She forced aside past memories that gave her such knowledge with renewed irritation. <br /><br />The man didn't even have the decency to have a crooked nose. What should have been bent and awkward from being broken a few too many times was instead long and straight, shaped perfectly between high cheek bones most women would swoon over, or kill to have themselves. But on Beau Gentry, it was just one thousand percent robust cowboy.<br /><i><br />Damn him.</i><br /><br />"I'm your ride out to the Double T," Beau said, gripping the edge of his white straw cowboy hat and tipping it in a cordial gesture.<br /><br />She ground the heels of her low pumps into the soft tar to contain her growing irritation. Did he think she was an idiot? "No way."<br /><br />"'Fraid so," he said, his expression slightly askew.<br /><br />"Hank didn't mention anything about you coming to get me when I spoke to him on the phone." <br /><br />"I suspect he thought you would have found some excuse not to come if you knew I was picking you up."<br /><br />"He would have been right. Why didn't one of the hands come get me?" <br /><br />Settling his hand at the base of his neck, Beau replied, "You're looking at him. As of three weeks ago I am one of the ranch hands at the Double T."<br /><br />What?! Mandy fought the urge to keep her surprise from showing, but immediately failed. Beau Gentry was the son of her uncle's biggest rival. It hadn't stopped her from falling head over heels for the man on those long, lazy summers she came down to the ranch to visit her aunt and uncle. Of course, back then, rodeo was all Beau cared about, not his father's spread. Not her, she remembered painfully. <br /><br />He was going to go PRCA and be a world champion. It was his dream and all he ever talked about. He was good enough to do it, too, Mandy thought wryly. So good, he hadn't given her a second glance when he rode out of Texas without her eight years ago on the heels of a golden sunset.<br /><br />Her chuckle was almost hysterical. "You really expect me to leave this airport with you?"<br /><br />"That was the plan," he said smiling, his gray eyes seeing more of her than she wanted him to see. He held his ground. He had to know how difficult it was to see him after all this time. It didn't matter that he didn't share her unrest. He could have at least had the decency to think about her feelings. But then he hadn't thought about her feelings eight years ago when he broke her heart, so it didn't seem he was any more incline to do so now.<br /><br />Beau Gentry might be clueless, but there was no way Mandy was going anywhere with him. No way she'd spend the next two hours bouncing up and down in a hot pickup truck breathing in his scent and wrestling with memories...<br /><br />Mandy twisted on her heels and surged in the opposite direction. "Forget it," she called over her shoulder. <br /><br />There had to be a cab going somewhere. Anywhere. A hot, sticky bus would be a lot more inviting than spending the next few hours in inescapable close quarters with Beau.<br /><br />"Mandy, what are you going to do, walk all the way to the Double T?"<br /><br />"I'm sorry you were dragged out here like this, Beau. But I'm afraid it was a waste of your time. I...can rent a car."<br /><br />Behind her, Mandy heard his heavy sigh and the sound of his boots stop short on the tarmac. Defeat? Regret? She wasn't sure, but she was very sure she shouldn't care.<br /><br />Since Mandy had just come off a forty-eight hour work-marathon and let her cell phone battery run down, she concentrated on finding a payphone. <br /><br />"It's been a while since you've been around. The car rental service went belly up here two years ago. About the closest thing you could do to get away from me right now is to take a cab to the bus depot. And I'll just have to pick you up when you get to Steerage Rock anyway."<br /><br />She stopped walking when she reached the pay phone just outside the small terminal, angling back to see where Beau was standing. The airport was small enough not to have gates. All passengers exited the plane on the tarmac. She glanced past the booth to the boarded up window near the entrance to the small building that housed the air tower, the terminal and a small restaurant-a fast food diner of sorts. The peeled paint of the weather-beaten banner didn't hide the letters of a rental car company that indeed had gone out of business. <br /><br />She blew out an exasperated breath of frustration in the already hot Texas heat. She wasn't ready to give up. Right now, a bus looked as if it might be a possibility, since the last orange taxi just pulled out of the parking lot with one of the passengers who'd been on the same flight she'd taken. She remembered seeing a bus depot not far from here when Uncle Hank used to pick her up. It wouldn't take her all the way to the Double T, but close enough not to put Uncle Hank or Aunt Corrine out when she called and asked for a ride.<br /><br />She was being ridiculous. Part of her knew that, accept her behavior as being childish. But part of her rationalized it as necessary. She knew all too well the dangers of being with Beau Gentry. It had taken Mandy too long to get over him and she wasn't about to let anything allow the man to seep into her heart again.<br /><br />"I can manage," she said resolutely.<br /><br />"I suspect you could. You seem to have done fine for yourself, judging by the fancy clothes you're wearing and that designer luggage."<br /><br />With a fistful of quarters in her palm, she swung around, cradling the phone in her other hand. Leveling him with a warning stare, she said tightly, "I don't think you're in a position to judge me after what you did."<br /><br />His face showed a momentary flash of regret. "That was a long time ago, Mandy."<br /><br />She gripped the quarters in her hand, felt her pulse hammer in her wrist. "I have a long memory."<br /><br />Turning her attention back to the task at hand, Mandy decided the phone book was useless. What was the company name on the side of that yellow cab? It had been eight years since she'd been in Texas. Eight years was a long time for a county to change. Who could she possibly call if her one and only ally in Texas sent the one man she swore she'd never lay eyes on again? <br /><br />Defeated, she dropped the out of date phonebook, and chided herself for not charging her cell phone before she left for the airport. She had most of her numbers on speed dial and couldn't even recall the number for the Double T. It would teach her to let her cell phone battery run down again, leaving her unprepared.<br /><br />"Tell me, Beau. Why did you come here? Someone else could have easily come for me. Why did it have to be you?"<br /><br />His gray-blue eyes lost some of their luster and grew solemn. There was a time long ago when she thought she could stare at those eyes and be lost in them for hours. You still could, she realized with sudden regret. <br /><br />Not a good sign. <br /><br />He adjusted his hat in that lazy way he always did. "Because Hank asked me to. That's why."<br /><br />There was her life in a nutshell. Beau was asked. And Mandy wasn't. Mandy was never asked, she was told. And like the good girl she was raised to be, Mandy always complied. <br /><br />She thought back to the conversation she'd had with her mother just three days ago with renewed irritation. <br /><br />"I'm not asking, Mandy," Leandra Morgan had said over the phone.<br /><br />I'm telling you.<br /><br />Her mother didn't have to actually say the last part for Mandy to know what she was thinking. It was a given. It followed every request the woman ever made. I'm not asking you to keep your tongue. I'm not asking you to come to your cousin's party. I'm not asking you to apologize to your father. I'm not asking you to work for the family business...or date the son of your father's biggest client. I'm telling you. <br /><br />Three days ago Mandy had sat in her downtown Philadelphia office on the phone with her mother, impatiently drumming her foot on the lift on her chair. "I am knee deep in this project for Dad, Mom. There's just no way I'm going to be able to get away. I can't make both of you happy at the same time."<br /><br />"You'll just have to find a way." Leandra's voice came like static over the phone. "Your uncle...isn't himself. It's been a long time since you've visited him in Texas. I think it would do him some good to see you again. I think it's time you go."<br /><br />A tug of emotion had squeezed her chest. It had been years since she'd visited Uncle Hank and Aunt Corrine at the Double T. She'd never told her mother why she'd stopped her summer visits, and thankfully, her mother had never pushed for a reason. Mandy suspected her mother had just accepted her decision to not make her summer vacation as Mandy asserting adolescent independence, wanting to remain in Philadelphia to enjoy some summer freedom with her friends. She'd never spoken about what happened that last summer. Never confided of her first love. And that was just fine with Mandy. She didn't need to be reminded.<br /><br />"I'll call Uncle Hank and explain. I can't get away now. He'll understand," she'd said.<br /><br />"You make it happen, young lady." I'm not asking.<br /><br />A voice boomed over the outdoor loudspeaker announcing the arrival of another flight. Mandy was immediately pulled back to the present, back to Texas, and the hot tarmac she now stood on, heels sinking into the sun-softened tar. <br /><br />"We've got a couple of hours ahead of us. I'm going to get something cold to drink for the ride," Beau said, ambling toward the building. Turning back, he asked, "You want something?"<br /><br />Yeah, I want you to go away. I want to forget the way you broke my heart all those years ago. But she knew that was futile. She'd been a fool to think she'd gotten over him. If eight years and countless dates with very eligible men hadn't exorcised the memory of Beau Gentry from her heart and soul, nothing would.<br /><br />Mandy glanced at him, defeat sitting just beneath the surface of her composure, and shook her head.<br /><br />How could he act so normal? How could he be asking her something as simple as whether she wanted a soda when the last time they'd seen each other had been such a sham?<br /><br />And how dare he be so handsome after a two hour ride in a hot pickup truck? His white tee-shirt stretched taut across his muscled shoulders. She knew first hand just how strong those arms were when they were wrapped around her in a warm embrace. After years of breaking every wild bronc on the circuit, they were sure to be even stronger. <br /><br />There wasn't an ounce of body fat on the man. His jeans weren't a tight fit, even baggy in a few places where she longed to lazily roam her hand over and on a few occasions long ago had. But on Beau, there was nothing sloppy about it. Just high voltage sex appeal that had her rampant heart doing an acrobatic dance right there on the blazing tarmac.<br /><br />And he was nonchalantly asking if she wanted a soda.<br /><br />The door closed behind him as he stepped into the building and Mandy watched through the tinted window while he wandered over to the soda machine in the corner and made his selection. He stood there, his weight shifted lazily to one hip in a never-do-care way.<br /><br />She tore her gaze away from her torture. Beau Gentry might look like a dream come true from the cover of Modern Cowboy, but she was an utter disaster after her long flight. Suddenly aware she was still wearing yesterday's silk suit, she ran her hands down her skirt in a futile attempt to smooth out the wrinkles. Giving up, she rummaged through her purse for a barrette and a comb. Anything to pull together hair that had become unruly from neglect, heat and the wind. Settling on a hairband and her fingers as a comb, she wrestled her normally-wavy-gone-curly-in-the-heat dusty blonde hair into a pony tail. She hated that it made her look sixteen again. But there wasn't much she could do until she could get back to the ranch and unpack her things.<br /><br />As Mandy watched Beau walk out into the sunshine with two Root Beers and a bag of chips in his hand, she reasoned she wasn't as vulnerable as she had been then. Letting the likes of Beau Gentry stomp on her heart was something she wouldn't do ever again. She was a woman now. She could do this. She led corporate business meetings. She used her innovative ideas to dazzle prospective clients into spending millions of advertising dollars with her father's firm. She'd just purchased an elegant townhouse in one of the trendiest sections of Philadelphia. All she had to do was pull herself together and she could handle this situation like the professional she was.<br /><br />"I'm not going," she said, cursing inwardly for sounding like a spoiled child. So much for the corporate executive touch.<br /><br />Beau's lips curled into a slight grin. He wouldn't win any points if he ticked Mandy off by laughing at the way her chin tilted up in defiance. That hadn't changed much. Or the flash of fire in her deep brown eyes. They still looked as black and contrasted wildly with the natural streaks of blond in her hair. He'd always found that appealing, adorable as all get-out. Already his fingers itched to dig in and let the soft curls of her hair tumble in his hand.<br /><br />But she had changed. Any fool could see that Mandy Morgan had blossomed into a five star beauty while he'd been out roaming the country these last eight years.<br /><br />She was still slim as she was at sixteen, but her figure had filled out in all the right places that made a man take notice. The light rock in her hips that had taunted him when she was sixteen had matured into a graceful sway he found hypnotizing. Although she'd chewed off most of her lipstick, he noticed she now wore a slight hint of makeup on her cheeks and eyes, giving her the more exotic look of a woman.<br /><br />And she still had the power to make his head spin like a lasso chasing a calf. He longed to see her smile again, hear her laugh bubble up from her soul. But given the way things ended between them, and the way she stood before him now with her arms knotted tightly in front of her chest, her jaw set, he knew she wouldn't crack a smile just to spite him.<br /><br />Lord only knew why Hank insisted he be the one to pick her up at the airport.<br /><br />"Did you hear me?" she finally said when he didn't answer her.<br /><br />"Yeah, I did."<br /><br />Her dark eyes widened slightly. "Oh. Good."<br /><br />Beau reached down and picked up her leather garment bag, watching as her bewildered eyes followed his movement.<br /><br />"It doesn't change anything though. Hank asked me to pick you up at the airport and bring you home, and that's what I'm doing if I have to toss you over my shoulder and drop you in the pickup."<br /><br />Mandy gasped. "You wouldn't dare!"<br /><br />"Wanna try me?" He couldn't help but smile. She just looked too darlin' getting all hot and flustered. She had to know he wouldn't give up. Not just because she was virtually stuck, and knew it, but because she knew he would never refuse Hank's request.<br />She sighed and closed her eyes. "You touch me and I'll..."<br /><br />"What?"<br /><br />"I'll..."<br /><br />"Afraid of what you'll do?" His smile widened just thinking. "Or are you afraid of how you'll feel in my arms again?"</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">A new tenant lives at the Lone Creek Ranch that has Ace Hanson's head spinning. He'd always thought of himself as a drifter, but the thought of moving around like a gypsy suddenly didn't sound as appealing as the lovely Hope Cabello.<br /><br />As an entertainer at the Red Wolf Casino, Hope was used to short-term gigs and moving around from one casino to another. Living in the moment was important since she never knew when her last would be. But could the devastatingly handsome EMT with a warm heart and a healing hand heal this gypsy girl's heart and make her believe they could grow old together?<br /></span></span></div>
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<p class="MsoNormal">She was a tall woman. Not overly tall but certainly tall
enough, with her long legs being quite an attractive feature. He couldn’t see
an inch of skin on her, but the way her snowsuit hugged her as she lifted her
leg with ease made him take notice.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Irritation crept up his spine, forcing him to glance away
towards the ranch. He couldn’t imagine which ranchhand would’ve given an
inexperienced person this horse and allowed her to go off on her own. Ace had
gone riding on the ranch and knew it was big and easy to get lost on when you
didn’t know your way. There was a blanket of white snow on the ground, making
it hard to see the trails Trip had spent well over a decade cutting through the
woods. All those trails lead back to the ranch so no one could get lost. Even
so, it was hard to imagine how she had ended up here by herself without Trip or
one of the ranch hands knowing.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">But as the woman lifted herself into the saddle with more
grace than he had expected given the predicament she’d landed in on the snowbank,
he understood how a new ranch hand may have fallen for her false bravado.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Thanks for your help," she said, taking the reins
from him as she leaned forward. "I can take it from here."</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Easy-going. I don’t want to have to rescue you again
if you fall out of the saddle."</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Is that what you think you did?"</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">His smile was slow as the irritation gradually slipped away.
His lips stretched so wide that his smile threatened to crack his chapped lips
wide open. Now that the sun was fully up and she was glaring down at him, he
noticed how pretty she was. She wasn’t from around Sweet, that was for sure.
Probably not even Montana. Now that she was seated in the saddle and her legs
were at eye level, he had a clear view of the fact she wasn’t wearing proper
riding boots. Her cream-colored ski jacket was brand new, as if she’d pulled
the tag off it this morning. She was at least wearing those pink mittens and a
ski hat, but the mittens were a size too big for her tiny hands.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Call it what you like," he finally said. "I
won’t tell anyone what happened. As long as I can see you ride okay down to the
ranch gate and head down the driveway."</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She pursed her lips as if she wasn’t happy with his concern
and thought of it more as criticism than a warning for her safety. Then she
glanced down the road as if realizing for the first time where she was. He felt
no better.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"A real man of your word, are you?"</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"That’s right."</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She shrugged. "I’m fine. I can do this."</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He couldn’t help but smile again. This time he felt the
split in his lip and the sting of cold air against the uncovered skin.
"You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself rather than me."</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Mr.… I don’t even know your name."</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Ace.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"I’m Hope Cabello. Is there anything that goes with
Ace?"</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"The only reason it would matter is if you tell someone
about what just happened this morning…or you plan to see me again."</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Hope’s lips lifted a delicious grin. He was playing with
her. She knew it, and what was more enticing was that she liked it. A little
mischief. "That won’t be necessary, Mr. Ace."</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"It’s just Ace." He chuckled. "People in town
know who I am."</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She frowned, catching her balance as the horse clopped his
hooves on the ground, clearly tired of staying in one spot in the cold.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"I’m an EMT in Sweet. I work with Mia. If you’re
staying at the ranch, I’m sure you’ve met her."</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Her gaze drifted to the ranch as she thought. "Trip’s
girlfriend?"</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Fiance. But if you mention the name Ace around here,
most people know you’re talking about me. Small town. Not a very popular name.
And most people don’t want to call on me unless there is a hockey game planned
or barbeque in the summer. It’s a little EMT joke."</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"I’ll try to remember that." She bit her bottom
lip, nibbled a bit as if she was playing with a piece of skin that was chapped,
then stopped as if she thought better of it. Chapped lips were a winter hazard
around here. The local stores sold as much lip balm as they did huckleberry
jam.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"You’d better get back to the ranch, or Trip will send
a search party out for you. If he hasn’t already."</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Without saying anymore, she gave a simple nod and then
kicked the horse’s side, and Gingersnap began to walk on the road toward the
ranch. Ace waited on the road and watched, glancing back down the opposite
direction. It was probably safer being on the soft snow instead of the road
where the horse may get spooked by a fast-moving truck. If she fell off the
horse, well, then at least she’d land in a pile of snow again rather than on a
cold hard surface. But the gate to the Lone Creek Ranch was just a few hundred
feet away. He’d watch her for a bit and make sure she didn’t have any trouble.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When Hope and Gingersnap disappeared down the driveway, he
walked back to his truck, amazed at how much he’d enjoyed watching her.</p><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">On the eve of losing his inheritance from the only person who called him family, Cade takes leave from the Army and travels to Sweet Montana only to find out his grandfather's house is going to be put up for auction for hungry developers to bid on if he doesn't come up with enough money to pay off delinquent tax debt before the day after Christmas. The only warm childhood memories Cade has were from visiting Sweet during Christmas and helping his grandfather give sleigh rides down Main Street. So Cade decides to fix up the old sleigh to see if he can raise enough money to keep his house. If he fails, he has no reason to come back to Sweet except for the pretty realtor who is has a knack for wearing the absolute wrong winter boots, makes the best hot chocolate, and has the warmest smile that melts his heart.<br /><br />Real estate broker, Sally Macomber hates the holidays as much as she hates the cold weather. She'd moved to Sweet just before he husband decided to enlist in the military. She stayed too long after his death because moving on was harder than dealing with the harsh Montana winters alone. She'd thought the old rundown property across the street from her real estate office was going to be an easy deal that would finally help her move on with her life. She never counted on the persistent soldier with blue eyes she couldn't help falling into and with a persistence that made her want to fight for a Christmas miracle she never knew she was hungry for. Grown-ups don't write Christmas lists to Santa. But as her heart falls for Cade, Sally begins to wonder if maybe her grownup Christmas wish was Cade all along.<br /><br />Will Cade be the comeback kid who brings Christmas joy to Sweet and to Sally?<br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "sans-serif"">“I'm getting married.”<br /><br />Trip Taggart stopped nailing the board he was using to secure the birdhouse he’d finally built in the side yard off his deck per Tabby’s request. That request had been made well over a year ago by the girl looking with stars in her eyes looking at him now. He’d dragged his feet. There’d been a lot going on at the Lone Creek Ranch since she’d made that request. Since then, he’d lost a good friend and ranch manager, and the girl he’d taken under his wing when her parents died over ten years ago had fallen in love, and was now…<br /><br />Trip did a double-take as he gripped the hammer. “Run that by me again, Tabby?”<br /><br />Tabby’s shoulder’s sagged just a little. “You heard me right.”<br /><br />Tabby wasn't a young, naïve, broken girl anymore. She was a woman who was in love with a local boy who'd made good. Trip liked Kas. He treated Tabby like a princess, something she deserved after living through so much heartache.<br /><br />“Humor me.”<br /><br />“Me and Kas,” she said slowly with a smile that showed she was teasing him about his age. Again. “We want to get married.”<br /><br />He let the words flow over him as if it would make more sense the second time around, but felt a frown tighten his brow. “That’s what I thought you said.”<br /><br />“Then why did you make me say it again?”<br /><br />Holding the birdhouse in place with one hand, he used the hammer in the other hand to adjust his cowboy hat so he could get a better look at Tabby. “You announced your engagement some time ago, Tab. Did you think I wasn’t listening then?”<br /><br />He chuckled as he turned back and started banging on the nail again, frustrated that it wasn't going in quite the way he wanted it to in the cold weather. He should have done this while the weather was still good. He could smell snow in the air.<br /><br />“Well, things have changed.”<br /><br />Her words had him stopping mid-hammer. He turned and stared at Tabby’s expression. She was filled with giddiness. It was the kind of glee he’d seen in her when she’d done well during a barrel race competition. Maybe even more. He was afraid to ask why.<br /><br />“Uh, huh. Is there something…you’re trying to tell me?”</span></span><span face=""arial" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: small;"></span><span face=""arial" , "sans-serif"" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“You’ve got a sick sense of humor. You know that, buddy?”<br /><br />Brody Whitebear stared across the thick polished table at a local pub called Bojangles to one of the few friends he’d had for life, a friend who’d stuck with him in his darkest hour and didn’t judge. Hunter Williams.<br /><br />“Have I ever lied to you?” Hunter asked, motioning to the waitress to signal they needed a refill. “No, strike that. Bad choice of words.”<br /><br />Brody lifted his eyebrows. “Yeah, they are.”<br /><br />The two of them were drinking coffee, not beer or whiskey like all the others in the pub.<br /><br />“It’s a sure thing,” Hunter said, almost too excited about the prospect he was telling Brody about for it to be real.<br /><br />“Sure things usually come with a barn full of sure trouble.” Brody looked at his old friend across the table at Bojangles Bar and Grill with a skeptical eye. “I can’t believe you’re even suggesting I step foot in Sweet.”<br /><br />“Why not? Just because Tara Mitchell has a business there, doesn’t mean you can’t work as a ranch manager on one of the ranches.”<br /><br />The waitress came to the table, filled their coffee cups, and then dropped a bowl of peanuts on the table. When she left, Brody said, “Somehow it doesn’t sound that simple.”<br /><br />“Be positive for once in your life,” Hunter said. He’d met Hunter a long time ago when they were young teens on the rodeo circuit. He’d never been very good, but Hunter had been until an injury set him on the path that ended his rodeo days. Now he worked with horses as a farrier on most of the ranches in the area.<br /><br />“See, there you go again. This isn’t about being positive. It’s the sure thing notion that gets dicey for me. Nothing is that good, and certainly not worth my running into Tara.”<br /><br />“Look, I’ve known Trip a long time. I worked on the Lone Creek Ranch as a ranch hand right after I stopped rodeoing. He’s a good man. He’s given me a chance. He’ll give you one, too. He’s an old rodeo man himself, and now he raises rodeo stock.”<br /><br />Brody grabbed a handful of peanuts and started to shell them. “How come you’re not working for him yourself?”<br /><br />“I still do farrier work for the ranch. I’m just not a ranch hand. I’m usually out there at the ranch every week to shoe horses. He boards horses for some people, mostly the people who use Sweet as a temporary home. There’s a lot of work there.”<br /><br />“There are plenty of ranch managers he could choose from. Why can’t he get enough help out there?” Brody asked, leaning back in his chair as another waitress walked by with a tray full of drinks.<br /><br />What he wouldn’t give for a beer right now. The terms of Brody’s parole prevented him from drinking in public. Just being in Bojangles was questionable if not for Hunter being there to vouch for him that he’d only had coffee. Still, he’d make sure the waitress gave him a receipt before they left so he could prove all he had was coffee.<br /><br />“Trip was close to Levon. He’d been with Trip for a while. He’d tried a few cowboys as replacement but he hasn’t really clicked with anyone else.”<br /><br />“Did Levon take a better job?”<br /><br />Hunter’s expression grew dark. He grabbed a peanut from the bowl and shelled it. “He was killed last winter.”<br /><br />Brody was about to drop a few shelled peanuts into his mouth but stopped abruptly. “Killed?”<br /><br />Hunter glanced up at him and then gave him an idle shrug.<br /><br />Brody’s eyebrows stretched on his forehead as he stared at his friend. “You are one sick dude to bring me into this, Hunter Williams. You want to hook me up in a job where the former ranch manager was killed after I’ve done time for murder?”<br /><br />He said the last part quietly despite the noise in the pub. He didn’t need to broadcast it to the world when it followed him to every new job opportunity he’d had since leaving prison.<br /><br />“We both know it was an accident,” Hunter said, glancing around quickly. “I was there. And I know the truth about what went down even if the prosecutor didn’t see it that way and managed to prove otherwise.”<br /><br />“Twelve jurors saw it that way too. No one wanted to believe it was an accident.”<br /><br />“We don’t have to re-litigate this, do we?”<br /><br />“I have no intention of doing that. But I have a feeling my being in Sweet isn’t going to go over too well. People have long memories.”<br /><br />“They are forgiving people. I should know. I get a lot of work from them.”<br /><br />“Not everyone.”<br /><br />Hunter looked down at his hands as he twirled his coffee mug on the table in the wet spot the waitress made when she’d refilled his mug. “I get that. Tara probably won’t be happy. And she will find out. But she’s going to have to get over it one way or another because you did your time.” Hunter leaned forward. “You shouldn’t even have been in prison. But even if you did serve time, everyone deserves a second chance. Everyone. The question is what you want to do with it.”<br /><br />It seemed so simple when Hunter said those words. But it was far from easy and Brody knew it.<br /><br />He’d spent eighteen months in prison for manslaughter and had six months left on his parole. It had taken a long time for him to shake off the stench of prison and the stigma of his past. He was finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Although he’d been sorry his actions ended up taking a life, he wasn’t sorry that it had stopped Doug Mitchell from taking his sister, Marie’s, life.<br /><br />“It was a long time ago, Brody. None of us can change it. We did stupid things. And some of us paid a higher price for it. But this is a chance for a new start.”<br /><br />He grabbed another handful of peanuts from the bowl and thought about Hunter’s proposition.<br /><br />“I sure hope you’re right.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br /></span></span><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Someone is using superstition to cause trouble on the rodeo circuit. An upside down horseshoe made Tabby Swanson’s skin crawl, but it wasn’t enough to keep her from training her prize horse, Tenderhook, for barrel racing so she could get a sponsorship. When Kasper Dobbs shows up the ranch, she’s intrigued and hopeful. The handsome businessman, and former local hockey star, has deep pockets. It doesn’t hurt that he’s devastatingly handsome and makes her heart pound in her chest more than barrel racing. It almost makes her forget about the strange happenings on the ranch until someone turns up dead, and she and Tenderhook suffer a near fatal accident in competition, threatening her rodeo days forever.<br /><br />Kasper knows Tabby’s fall was no accident. Being told you may never compete again is a fate he knows well. He won’t let Tabby give up and insists on getting her back into training as soon as he can. But how can he know if whoever caused her accident will try again? He calls the Knight brothers to investigate the mysterious death and strange happens surrounding Tabby in the whole they can catch whoever is responsible before she takes another fall. He wants to believe he’s doing it all in the name of business. But he’s fallen hard for the cowgirl whose sunshine smile makes him want more than just to ride again. He wants the girl for life!</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">The rusted horseshoe above the old weathered crossbuck barn doors was turned upside down. Tabby Swanson’s stomach fell just a notch. Not everyone would notice a little thing like a downturned horseshoe. Not everyone would care. But Tabby did.<br /><br />The nail holding it upright must have broken and caused it to slip. That is the only reason she could think why the horseshoe was upside down. Trip, the owner of the Lone Creek Ranch, was more superstitious than she was, and that said a lot.<br /><br />She’d ask him about it later. When he was in a good mood. Right now Tabby just wanted to get on her horse and do a couple of good barrel runs to warm up and get ready for the day.<br />She grabbed the bridle in the tack room and walked the few yards down the center aisle of the horse barn toward Tenterhook’s stall. All the while, she fought the nervous tension building inside her.<br /><br />Trip had been on edge all day. In fact, he hadn’t been this edgy since she moved to the Lone Creek Ranch nearly eight years ago. A stupid upside down horseshoe wasn’t the reason. She knew that. The rodeo world had many superstitions. Most people didn’t pay any mind to them even though they secretly knew all of them, like the upside down horseshoe.<br /><br />Tabby wasn’t someone who went around wearing the same socks under her cowboy boots during the rodeo season like a few of the barrel racers she knew. But she wasn’t completely immune. She talked herself out of superstitious talk all the time and preferred to think that she was in control. Well, as in control as anyone could be. No one could be ready for swerving cars on the wrong side of the road, like the one that had taken both of her parents’ lives and shattered her world in a single moment.<br /><br />But on that same day, she had taken control. And an upside down horseshoe was staying in the locker room for her ride today. Tenterhook was waiting for her.<br /><br />As she walked down the center aisle of the barn, she saw a strange man standing in front of Tenterhook’s stall. She had never seen him on the ranch before. But that didn’t really mean anything. She mostly kept to herself and had a few friends in town and on the rodeo circuit.<br /><br />She walked closer, but he didn’t seem to hear the sound of her footsteps. She did hear the soft crooning he made while talking to Tenterhook. He was completely out of place here with his freshly pressed dark suit and expensive shoes. She noticed an overcoat slung over the gate of the stall. She got within ten feet of him before he finally turned and looked at her.<br /><br />“Is this your horse?” the man asked.<br /><br />Now that she was close to him she could smell the scent of his aftershave. It was an odd thing to be smelling in a barn that usually smelled of hay and animal.<br /><br />“He is,” she answered. “Can I help you with something?”<br /><br />He shook his head and turned his attention back to Tenterhook. “I’ve seen this horse before. But I couldn’t have. He would be about twenty years old by now and this horse doesn’t look that old.”</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Six years ago Penny Munez made the mistake of leaving home too young and moving in with a man who beat her for recreation. She'd fled with the shirt on her back, no pants and no shoes and jumped into a car that had stopped at the traffic light, urging them to drive anywhere. She didn't care where. Now that she's on an island surrounded by water, the fear of looking over her shoulder hasn't stopped. She doesn't trust anyone. That is until Drake Sutton decided he was going to give her a reason to trust again. Drake knows a dark past when he sees one because he’s lived it on the streets and done things to survive that he’d rather forget. Now he owns a successful business and he's calling the shots. But can Drake's love break down walls Penny has fought hard to erect to keep her safe?</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Only weird people love playing in dirt. Well, it’s only weird when you’re twenty-two years old and still playing in the dirt like I am. Maybe it’s the dirty feelings inside of me. The ones that I find hard to let go of. But I like to think it has more to do with good memories of making mud pies in the side yard with my next door neighbor when I was a four instead of the four years that are closest in my memory. The ones I want to forget.<br /><br />Maybe that’s why I’d taken this job working for a landscaper. Sure, Drake Sutton is a hottie. Any girl who spent two seconds with the man would think that he belonged on the cover of a magazine, not playing in dirt like I do every day. But I’m the lucky one.<br /><br /><i>Yeah, lucky.</i><br /><br />“Shit. Worms are eating the flowers.” I drop the bag of mulch I hoisted out of the back of the truck at our job site and crouched down to take a closer look at what I know is happening. <i>Destruction of all our hard work this summer. </i>The sun did its job. The rain fed the soil. But worms had conquered and are taking over the beauty of all the begonias lining the side of the Wayside Inn.<br /><br />Turning one of the leaves over in my hand, I see the telltale marks that Drake warned me about when I’d started working at the Sutton Landscape Company at the beginning of the summer. I look at another plant. Then another.<br /><br /><i>Beverly Pickam isn’t going to be happy about this.</i><br /><br />“Drake?” I call out. When I turn, I see my boss headed my way carrying another bag of mulch. His body is slick with sweat that has seeped through the white T-shirt he’s wearing. He always wears a white T-shirt because he says it reflects the sun when he’s working. He works hard and expects the same out me and Gus.<br /><br />It had rained hard over the weekend and most of the mulch that had been on the ocean side of the Wayside Inn, had been washed down the sidewalk. It wasn’t enough to just sweep the mulch back into place. Drake wants it to look perfect all the time so he’ll be a shoe-in to get the contract again next summer.<br /><br /><i>He’s not going to like this either.</i><br /><br />As I look at the begonia leaves I’d planted in front of the Inn earlier this summer, I sigh. <i>Why does everything beautiful have to be destroyed by something?</i><br /><br />This should be a normal job. Pull some weeds. Replace mulch that rain and wind had eroded from the flowerbeds. Then on to the next job site. They were going to have to fix this before they could move on.<br /><br />Drake, the owner of the landscape company I’ve been working for this summer, walks up behind me and peers down at the brown leaf with holes burrowed out of it.<br /><br />He yanks a leaf off the flower and then says, “Shit. Well, doesn’t this just suck?”<br /><br />I chuckle as I look up at him, shielding my eyes from the hot sun. “What do you want to do about it?”<br /><br />He sighs and glances down the length of the flower bed on the side of the building. “We still have a full month of tourist season to get through before I pull these flowers and put in mums to last through the end of October. Beverly likes her flowers pretty. In fact, this side of the building is normally her turf. She specifically asked for a little space.”<br /><br />“Her turf? I thought the whole thing was her turf.”<br /><br />“Her little garden. We planted the begonias. For some reason she put in petunias everywhere. We didn’t. I don’t know where she got these flowers from. They could have been from someplace with infested soil. That’s probably how these plants became diseased and infected the surrounding plants. I didn’t see any signs of this when I spread out the new mulch in the front of the building.”<br /><br />“Damn. Regardless, we have to eat the loss and replace these flowers with healthy ones or it’s only a matter of time before the front looks as bad as the side and it’ll ruin my plantings for the fall. I’ll grab some spray.”<br /><br />“We? If Beverly tampered with your landscaping, shouldn’t she be paying for it to be fixed?”<br /><br />Drake stood still and looked up at the Inn. I can tell he’s pissed, but he has so much control over his emotions that I’m constantly surprised by his reaction to setbacks, no matter how big or small. When Gus, the other landscaper I work alongside with every day, got arrested the other night and dragged back to the mainland, I thought for sure Drake would fire him on the spot. Instead, since Gus is dating my roommate Lily, he stayed in constant contact with Lily about what was going on with Gus. He didn’t yell about being short a landscaper for the jobs he had scheduled for the week. I’d been all ready to defend Gus to Drake since I’d been there the night at the club when a fight broke out and Gus had to help drag my other roommate, Heather, out of harm’s way. I wanted Drake to know it hadn’t been Gus’s fault. He’d helped save Heather.<br /><br />But Drake never uttered a harsh word about Gus and how he’d landed in this situation. He just took the news that Gus was sent to the mainland and went back to work as if I’d told him that Gus had called in sick with the flu or something.<br /><br />“If I want to stay on the island and have any chance of getting next year’s contract, I’m going to have to take the loss.” He sighs as he looks down at his hand and crumples the dry leaf in his fist.<br /><br />I watch him walk back to the truck. <i>Such control.</i><br /><br />“You plan on staying on Nantucket after the summer?”<br /><br />Drake glanced toward the long stretch of beach the Wayside Inn was located on. “Don’t you? How can you leave a place like this?”<br /><br />I wanted to say it was easy. Rachel always says that women like me need to move on. But I can’t deny that leaving here will be hard. I only have another month on the island then…I’ll be somewhere else. Meeting new people. Trying to make new friends.<br /><br />I look at Drake and the thought of it leaves me cold.</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Do you remember that moment when you wanted time to stand still? When you could anticipate the train wreck ahead but had no way to stop it? Or stop the desire you had in your heart to protect the person you loved?<br /><br />To Lily Carlson, running toward the oncoming train was better than being suffocated by her parents' goals and strict regime. While they wanted her to spend her days taking summer classes and then go to Harvard, all Lily wanted to do was dance and spend a summer on Nantucket Island living in The Bluffs, the name of the summer cottage she was renting with three other girls. She wanted to experience everything she'd missed. No curfews. No hitting the books and missing out on parties and meeting hot guys. She was finally free to be herself. And then she saw the man staring at her as she walked along the water's edge to work. She'd been dancing and it was clear he liked watching her dance. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, she couldn't stop herself from seeking him out only to discover that he was a drug she couldn't resist...and everything her parents feared.<br /><br />Gus Jennings knew that he was every parent's worst nightmare. He hadn't exactly lived his life on the right side of the law. He had his reasons, not that anyone understood them. There had never been anyone in his life who believed in him enough to care. He needed to spend a month working landscaping on Nantucket Island and keep himself clean or face the harsh consequences. He knew when he saw the beautiful Lily Carlson dancing down the beach on her way to work that he should just turn his head and forget her. But Lily was irresistible, and she'd made it clear that she wanted him. He only hoped that he could get close enough to touch her, to be with her, without his past coming back and destroying her future.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Montana (Tana) Reeves is about to lose her apartment because her
ex-boyfriend left her with the rescue dog, Cupid, he'd used to
sweet-talk her into their relationship. Losing her apartment over a dog
is bad enough, but veterinarian Jett Billings' gentle way and sexy smile
melts her heart just as much as the sweet beagle does, and Tana quickly
realizes that as she was chasing Cupid, she fell in love with both of
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">She was pretty. Pissed off, but very pretty. Jett arched his back gently so she wouldn’t notice. The scratches from the dog's claws were starting to sting his back. He’d been injured worse by animals before. Most of the time, it was because they were scared and vulnerable.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />Tana actually thought Cupid was trying to save him. As irritated as Jett had been when Cupid had climbed on top of him and scratched the hell out of his back while he was swimming, the whole thing was rather sweet. Animals had such big hearts. In the few moments he’d been watching Cupid, he knew this little girl had a huge one. Too bad this woman didn’t see it that way.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"Look at her," Tana said. "She loves you more than she loves me anyway. What does it say about me that my dog loves you more? And you're a stranger."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"Do you want my opinion?"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"Yes."<br />He chuckled as he bent down and patted the dog again.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"Your ex is an idiot."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />She laughed, watching his loving gentleness with Cupid. "Wow, is that your expert veterinarian opinion?" </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"No. Just an observation. She’s a sweet dog. She’s just not trained. Neither are you."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"Me?"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"I’ve learned that the truest of truths are best when delivered with a hug and a tail wag."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"For real? That’s how you gauge the truth?"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"I haven’t had a whole lot of luck with long-term relationships with women, but I’ve had a lot with animals. I have learned that a dog can usually spot a good heart even if the owner is resisting."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"That’s deep. You get relationship advice from dogs."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"I haven’t been steered wrong yet. You’re also very naïve."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"Ouch."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"I speak the truth."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"That doesn’t mean the truth doesn’t hurt."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />He stood back up, and so did Cupid. She nudged his hand with her nose to get his attention again, and he naturally complied with her request and stroked her behind her floppy ears.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"So what are you going to do?"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />"About what?’</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />“The dog.”<i><br /></i></span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Ethan and Maddie fell in love despite tragedy that had torn them apart years ago. Maddie doesn't want another tragedy. Although she loves the strong Navy SEAL who is now a police officer, she fears that he could be taken away from her at a moment's notice. Will danger rear it's ugly head again for the McKinnons? Or will Ethan and Maddie have the happily ever after they crave?</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span></div>“We've got trouble.”<br /><br />Ethan McKinnon glanced up from his bowl of cereal and looked at his fiancée, Maddie Newton, as she looked at the paperwork she’d just pulled out of yesterday’s mail. Maddie was sitting at the kitchen table wearing a red silk robe and fuzzy black “cat” slippers with whiskers that were completely ridiculous but looked adorable on her. Her slender legs were crossed, and she bounced the top leg up and down which made it look like the cat was jumping. She was completely oblivious, but Ethan thought it was amusing.<br /><br />“Well, that can’t be good. What kind of trouble are we talking about?” Ethan asked. He was only halfway through the second bowl of Corn Flakes. And he was already late getting out the door, but he put his spoon down on the table and leaned back in his chair so he could give Maddie his full attention. “Are we in trouble with the police?”<br /><br />She rolled her eyes as he chuckled. “The kind that is probably going to cost us a lot of money. It’s a problem with the building permit. Something about the location we set for the house. It’s going to be yet another delay getting the house built.”<br /><br />Ethan leaned across the table and grabbed the letter Maddie had been holding in her hand. He quickly scanned the notice. “This isn’t from George.”<br /><br />“No, it’s the building commissioner, not the inspector.”<br /><br />Ethan frowned as he read the name. “Charles Lowery from the Building Commissioners Office.”<br /><br />“Do you know him?”<br /><br />Ethan shook his head. “A bit. He’s had a successful construction business, but he’s busy these days since he’s had the town job. I’ve been mainly dealing with George Malley on the plans. I’m guessing my dad knows him though. They need to work with the higher ups from time to time in the oil business.”<br /><br />“It says something about a right-of-way through the property,” Maddie said. “Did you know anything about that?”<br /><br />“We’ve owned that property for almost two years. No one said anything about a right-of-way. Nothing came up during the title search or at the closing. This looks like it might be new.”<br /><br />“Can they do that? I mean, I know big companies like your family’s can pull strings to get a job done. But can they just decide to run a pipeline through someone’s property without letting them know?<br /><br />“Is this something that can be fixed?” Maddie asked. The disappointment was written all over her face and most likely matched his expression, which felt as if it had fallen to the ground.<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><b>Every once in a while you discover you've gotten too comfortable. That's when danger strikes.</b><br /><br />A serial killer had threatened Summer Bigelow and she'd fled to South Dakota where she fell for sexy Hotshot firefighter Sam McKinnon. She'd traded one heart pounding danger for another as she waited for Sam to come home to her after every tour. She'd made peace with living with the danger until danger from her past landed on her doorstep threatening the life that Sam and Summer had dreamed of. Can Summer survive an attack from the past so she and Sam can live happily ever after?</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><i>No matter how much you run, you can never escape the fire of the past unless you face it.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><i><br /></i>Sam McKinnon stood at the foot of a hospital bed feeling numb as he gazed down at the woman he loved, wondering how in the hell they'd gotten here. How had he fallen so far into the firestorm that he'd forgotten to look around for danger?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />He'd gotten lazy. Both of them had. And now Summer was paying the price.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />The oxygen monitor that was connected to her delicate and lifeless finger was giving an ominous reading on the monitor beside the bed despite the tube that had been inserted down her throat. The room smelled of disinfectant and alcohol, two combinations he detested because of the implications. Even when he’d visited his brother Hawk’s medical clinic just to stop by and say hello, the smell of it turned his stomach.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />Sam had been in a hospital many times before. Mostly as a visitor. More than a few times in his youth because of his wild ways with his brothers. Sometimes because a family member had just had a baby, one of the joyous occasions to visit. But other times it was worse, like when his uncle had a heart attack and they weren’t sure if he’d make it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />He hated hospitals. Even when there was good news, the atmosphere of a hospital made Sam twitchy. Tonight he was hoping for a miracle.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />A strong hand on his shoulder had him turning around. But only for a second.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />“I'm fine, Ethan,” he said quickly, leaning forward just a fraction to create distance. Ethan had been hovering over him ever since they’d arrived at the hospital when all he wanted to do was focus on Summer.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />“I know you think that, Sam. But you need to get those burns looked at.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />“I told you, I’m fine. Summer isn't. And I can't stand the fact that the dirtbag who did this to her is still out there.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />“A lot of people are out in the storm working on it. Until Summer wakes up, it’s going to be hard to know which direction to turn to look for him.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />Sam turned quickly and peered into his younger brother’s eyes with such intensity that he saw the Ethan as he did as a young boy who was afraid his older brother was going to beat him up. That image vanished almost instantly. The man who stood before him now wasn’t the young, scrawny kid he could flip with one hand. Ethan was dressed in blue, the police uniform he'd worn since coming home from the navy several years before. And there was nothing scrawny about him anymore. He’d stood eye to eye with Sam for some time now.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />But Ethan was still Sam's younger brother. Still looking at him with admiration as if Sam was his hero. As if he couldn’t grasp the notion that Ethan was Sam’s hero for all that he’d managed to accomplish in his life despite a tragedy that would level anyone.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />“Then why are you standing here?” Sam asked. </span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Hawk McKinnon has been waiting for his lady love, Regis, to marry him ever since she stepped foot in Rudolph, South Dakota. Now that they're expecting a baby, he's determined to finally make her his wife. But Regis has doubts and fears Hawk can't possibly understand given his upbringing in such a big and loving family. As Hawk works to make Regis fall in love with him again, making her believe in the power of love and family, will he succeed in making Regis his bride?</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">The Badlands of South Dakota were unlike anywhere else in the world, especially during the winter. Some people hated the South Dakota winters. But to Hawk McKinnon, it was a time for Sunday dinners with the family and snuggling by a warm fire with the woman who had the whole of his heart, Regis Simpson.<br /><br />Reggie, as she liked to be referred to, had been increasingly absent for more Sunday dinners in the two years since they’d been together than Hawk could count. Today she was home and he was going to make sure she stayed there long enough for him to finally talk about the one thing she’d been avoiding since she’d moved into his house. <i>The two of them finally getting married!</i><br /><br />He’d thought briefly about stopping by the diner across the street, the home away from home that his mother had owned and operated for nearly all of his thirty-seven years. But he decided against it. She was probably ready to leave for the day and would only stay longer to feed him like she used to do before Regis had come into his life. Now he and Regis made dinner together. Well, on the nights she was home.<br /><br />As he walked in the snow through the clinic parking lot, he thought about getting into his truck and driving it back to the house. Why bother? The air was crisp. It was a good night even if it had already started to snow again.<br /><br />Last night’s snowfall had piled on to the snow they’d had earlier in the week. The plows were already out throwing salt and sand on the roads to keep them drivable. Good. Hawk didn’t need any accidents or emergency to call him away tonight and keep him from what he’d planned.<br /><br />The light inside the house was on, he discovered as he rounded the trees and his house came into view. Regis’s car was parked out front, which made him smile. It was infinitely better to come home to Regis than to an empty house.<br /><br />A cleared spot where his truck had been parked this morning was starting to get covered over with snow. Anticipation made his insides hum and had his gait picking up a notch as he walked. He shoved his hand in his pocket and smiled. <i>It was going to be a great night.</i></span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Julian McKinnon hasn't been home to South Dakota and the family that had always been his anchor, and they want to know why. He may seem like the black sheep of the family, but telling his family he was an undercover FBI agent after all they'd been through didn't seem like a great idea. Now there's another McKinnon wedding planned for the holidays and the family has made it clear Julian isn't going to miss it for any reason. That leaves his informant wide open. The only way to make sure she's safe is to bring her home to meet the family. Aside from Georgie Garcia (Gigi) being too close to the front line of one of Mexico's notorious drug lords, she's incredibly beautiful, making it hard for Julian to separate his job from his growing feelings for her.</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“You’re going to have to take your informant with you to South Dakota.”<br /><br />Julian McKinnon listened to the voice over the phone. Kelly Montgomery, the head of the Chicago office, had only recently contacted him about his missing son.<br /><br />“You’re serious,” he replied.<br /><br />“I can’t have her hanging around here. We’re being watched. And if we’re not, we will be. This development is too sensitive to risk having Georgie Garcia slip through our fingers. You understand what I mean.”<br /><br />He did. But it only complicated an already tenuous situation he’d put himself in with his family. “Sir, the only reason I’m going home is because my brother is getting married. If I show up with a woman…”<br /><br />“What? You’ve never brought a girl home to meet your mother before?”<br /><br />Julian shifted his jaw to one side and glanced out the window of his motel room. Motels had been his home for the better part of six months. He was looking forward to going home. Looking forward to Aunt Kate’s good cooking and his mother’s pampering. He needed it.<br /><br />“Don’t make me laugh. I’m still stunned. None of us, bar my sister, Grace, would ever think of bringing someone home until there was a ring involved. The second we do, my mother has us married off.”<br /><br />Kelly laughed. “Your mother sounds like my wife. To some extent, that’s the reason we’re having this conversation. Given what happened to her sister, I wouldn’t blame her for wanting to disappear. But she is the only link I have to finding my son’s whereabouts in Colombia. I can’t risk that Georgie Garcia will slip through our fingers.”<br /><br />“But, sir…”<br /><br />“Make it happen, Julian. If you’re going home, she’s going with you. It’s either that or skip your brother’s wedding. I don’t care what you tell your family. I don’t care what she tells your family as long as she never mentions Eduardo Sanchez’s name to them. You know that wouldn’t be safe.”</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Grace McKinnon had her chance at love, and she lost. She'd married a thrill seeking rodeo man who was never around. All she wants now is to find someone she can depend on while she raises her young son who is determined to follow in his father's footsteps. When she meets her cousin Ethan's friend, a form Navy SEAL, she thinks it's just more of the same. Same man, different suit. But Grace soon learns that life can be thrilling with the right man...as long as she's in his arms.<br /><br />It had been a long time since Jace Strickland had some decent time off to think about anything other than the military. At a crossroad in his life, he has two months of leave to decide whether to reenlist in the Navy or discover something else in life that gives him the same rush as being a Navy SEAL. Meeting single mother Grace McKinnon at a veterans event in South Dakota was an unexpected pleasure. Given the nature of the life he'd chosen, he'd never been the forever kind of man. He craved adventure. But Grace's sweet lips and loving heart makes him wonder if the ultimate rush in life...is loving one special woman for the rest of his life.</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“He hates me.”<br /><br />Grace McKinnon propped her foot on the first rail of the fence and leaned against the splintered wood as her ten-year-old son rode around the paddock on a horse called Moondust. Her cousin Ethan and a friend of his from the Navy—her cousin’s HOT friend—was giving Liam instruction. Liam was hanging on every word.<br /><br />“He’s ten. He hates everyone,” Gray said.<br /><br />“Right now he’s reserving it all for me. Boys don’t really hate everyone until they’re about thirteen.”<br /><br />“How do you know?”<br /><br />“I grew up with four brothers and five male cousins. I could write a book on the subject.”<br /><br />She glanced up at her brother, who was taller than her by nearly a foot, and groaned. Even with her cowboy hat on, she had to squint her eyes from the summer sun.<br /><br />“These days he’d rather be with Ethan and his friend, or with you, or Ian, or Luke than with me. Anyone but me.”<br /><br />“You’re his mother.”<br /><br />As if that was supposed to make her feel better. “I don’t recall any of you treating Mom the way Liam treats me.”<br /><br />“Mom and Dad didn’t get divorced.”<br /><br />Her stomach rolled. “Thank you very much for reminding me of that.”<br /><br />Gray sighed and draped his arm around her shoulder protectively. “That wasn’t a put down.”<br /><br />“Yes, it was. I failed at my marriage.”<br /><br />“You didn’t fail. You just married a jerk.”<br /><br />“My son hates me.”<br /><br />“Fine, he hates you.”<br /><br />Glancing up at Gray again, she saw his teasing grin and couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping her lips. “You can at least lie to me when I whine. What good are you otherwise?”<br /><br />“He’s a kid. He wants male companionship. All boys are like that.”<br /><br />Grace observed Liam on the horse as he talked to the man standing with her cousin.<br /><br />“Who is this guy with Ethan?”<br /><br />“Strick? Technically his name is Jace. He’s a Navy SEAL. Ethan worked with him when he was in the Navy.”<br /><br />“Strick? That’s a name?”<br /><br />“Last name is Strickland.”<br /><br />“What’s he doing here?”<br /><br />Gray gave her a sidelong glance. One side of his mouth lifted to a grin. “Why are you so interested?”<br /><br />She rolled her eyes. “Knock it off. I’m not. Well, I am to a point. Liam seems to be hanging on his every word.”<br /><br />“I think Ethan brought him out here to check on Tessa’s new project. They toured the Wounded Veterans Center yesterday.”<br /><br />“He’s an investor?”<br /><br />“A donor. He has money to burn. I don’t know how. And Tessa doesn’t care as long as he’s impressed enough to give her the funds to push this project over the edge. She’s relying on donors to run the Rolling Rock Equine Rehabilitation Center. Strick is a horse guy.”<br /><br />Grace glanced over at Jace “Strick” Strickland, who was now lovingly stroking the neck of one of the horses as he spoke to it. He had to be talking very low to the horse because she couldn’t hear what he was saying.<br /><br />“Grace?”<br /><br />She snapped her gaze to her brother. “A horse guy, huh? Does that mean rodeo?”<br /><br />Gray chuckled as he leaned against the rail of the fence. “Not exactly. His family owns a stock company out in Wyoming. He was looking for something to be a part of, so Ethan invited him out here.” Gray sighed. “When is Joe picking Liam up?”<br /><br />“Day after tomorrow.” Grace couldn’t hold back the sigh that made its way up her throat. “He’ll be gone for a month.”<br /><br />“Wow. How’d Joe swing that one?”<br /><br />“It was a compromise. Liam asked him if he could live with him permanently.”<br /><br />“Ouch,” Gray mouthed.<br /><br />“I told you. He hates me. You have to peel Haley from Tessa every time her ex has visitation and my kid doesn’t even give me a backwards glance.”<br /><br />“First of all, Haley is a girl and she’s only five. You were like that with Mom and Aunt Kate for the longest time. Don’t beat yourself up. Liam will get over it.”<br /><br />“I wish I had your confidence.” She released another sigh. It was getting old lately, resigning herself to things she had no control over. The worst of it was that Joe was actually considering having Liam spend more time with him on the road. It opened up a whole slew of problems that Grace hadn’t planned to think about and now didn’t want to think about. Spending time on the road with his father during the summer was one thing. But during school…she didn’t even want to think about how much that would disrupt her son’s life more than his parents’ divorce already had.<br /><br />But Grace had no choice if she didn’t want to fight the way Tessa and her ex-husband were fighting over custody. She had a front row seat to just how ugly that could get. And the fact that Liam had done nothing but talk about being with his father since the moment he finished the school year only drove that point home harder.<br /><br />What the hell was she going to do with herself for the next four weeks without her son?</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">The
last thing Luke McKinnon wanted in life was to work at the family oil
business. He'd done a good job steering clear of that by setting up a
successful law practice in Sioux Falls. But when the patriarch of the
family falls sick, Luke steps in. He's only trading his crisp white
dress shirt for a t-shirt and hardhat until his father is back on his
feet. He doesn't plan on sticking around. That is...until he meets
Tessa.<br /><br />Single mother, Tessa Rock isn't afraid of hard work. She
can hold her own with the ranch hands on her daddy's ranch and on an oil
rig. She doesn't have time for a man to mess up her fragile
life...until Luke McKinnon shows up on her rig. The handsome lawyer is
probably used to having beautiful women draped on his arm. But at the
end of the day, it's a miracle if she can get all the dirt and grime out
from under her fingernails. The two of them couldn't be more different.
But none of that matters. She quickly learns what a fool she'd been to
think of Luke as just a lawyer who can help her get what she wants. One
night in his warm embrace, and seeing the heart and soul of a man who
loves so deeply, Tessa realizes she wants the man...for the rest of her
life.</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Rumor
had it Luke McKinnon was a lawyer. He was the kind of lawyer who
untangled all the knots that married people spent a lifetime tying up.
The kind who won tough cases for the clients he represented.</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">At
least, that is what Tessa Rock had overheard during lunch earlier that
day. She’d pretended not to listen. She even pretended not to notice
Luke McKinnon when he’d come into the cafeteria to get a cup of coffee,
although in truth, it was hard not to notice a man like him. There was
something commanding about him. Not unapproachable or intimidating.
Luke McKinnon was a man who made it hard not to notice him in a room
full of men.</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Tessa
Rock knew she needed Luke McKinnon. The question was how to approach
him with her troubles without everyone else on this oil rig jumping into
her business.</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Tessa
picked up one end of a section of pipe that had been dropped on the
platform by Dibs Dobinski, the crane operator, and then she turned to
Matt Henley, another roughneck worker on the MW oil rig she’d been
working on for the past year. She’d worked tours with both of these
roughnecks and had gotten to the point where they’d fallen into a rhythm
that functioned like a well-oiled machine. She waited until Matt gave a
nod and she lifted the pipe, holding steady so he could ease the pipe
into the fitting.</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Once
the pipe was secured, Tessa turned to see if Luke was still talking to
his brother, going over production numbers. Ever since John McKinnon
had been laid up in the hospital after suffering a heart attack on that
very platform, Luke had been visiting the rig, trying to keep it
producing oil. And that was just fine with Tessa. Working on the rig
wasn’t any harder than working on her ranch, but she needed this
paycheck if she had any chance of keeping the Rolling Rock Ranch and
making it solvent again. If she lost the ranch, she’d lose everything. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">That wasn’t going to happen if she had a breath left in her.</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">She
needed to keep herself focused on her work like she did every day she
spent at MW Oil. It had taken her a long time to win over the
acceptance of a crew that initially wasn’t too sure about a woman being
on the platform with them. Now that she had, she didn’t want a handsome
face to undo everything she’d worked hard for this past year. </span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">And
she couldn’t deny that Luke McKinnon was a man who commanded attention
just by standing there. But if she didn’t get her mind off the man and
on her work, she wouldn’t be standing here much longer.</span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />“Ready!” she called out to Dibs. Rinse, Repeat. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">A few moments later, she heard yelling from below.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“Damn,”
Matt yelled. Tessa still held a section of the pipe in her hand, but
with Matt’s outburst, she turned and spotted the pipe Dibs had secured
on the crane swinging toward them as if it had a will of its own.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“Watch out!” she heard someone call out. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">In
the split second it took her to realize the pipe she was holding was
going to connect with the pipe that was swinging from the crane, Tessa
dropped the pipe and rolled across the platform out of the way just as
the two pipes collided. As she rolled, her hardhat slipped off her head
and disappeared over the side of the platform. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">When
she stopped rolling and the pipes settled, Tessa glanced over at Dibs
and took in the panicked expression on his face as he stood up inside
the crane, and then shut it down. She gave him a thumb up to let him
know she was okay.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“Sorry,
Tessa. When I felt the wind, I should have checked to see if that pipe
was stable. I didn’t see it coming until it was almost right at you,”
Matt said, heading toward the pipe that had rolled across the platform. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“It’s okay. No one was hurt. Just give me a minute to get my hardhat.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“Earth to Tessa!” Matt called out, pointing above her. “Watch your head! You have a pipe coming your way!”</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Tessa
turned her attention back to the platform, and to the task at hand.
Her cheeks flamed after having been caught gawking at Luke McKinnon. At
least, that’s what the smirk on Matt’s face told her he was thinking. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">She
grabbed the pipe that Dibs was easing over to them to keep it steady,
and repeated the same process she had for the last ten pipes they’d
fitted today. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Tessa
quickly ran to the stairs leading down to the ground from the platform
she’d been working on. She spotted her hardhat on the ground at the
same time she saw Luke McKinnon walking toward it. He got to it before
her and picked it up with the hand that wasn’t holding the clipboard and
turning it as if he were inspecting it for damage.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“I guess this is yours?” Luke said, handing her the hardhat.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“Thanks.” She took the hardhat, but didn’t put it on her head.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“Were you hurt?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“Up there? No. It gets gusty on the platform. Every so often the wind takes one of those pipes like it’s the rope of a kite.”</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">He frowned. “You mean a near accident like that is normal?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">She glanced up at the platform. Matt was waiting for her. He could wait a minute.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“No,” she said. “But it does happen.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">He pointed to his head. “Better get that back on then.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“Where’s yours?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">He seemed taken aback by her response.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“I don’t work on the platform.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“You
are today. That means a hardhat for everyone here. I’m surprised Gray
didn’t mention it. He’s very careful about such things.”</span><br />
<br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“I’ll remember it next time.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">She started to turn away, but then stopped.</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“They
say you’re a lawyer,” she said, watching his face. She knew that a
first impression was important, and she didn’t want to leave Luke with
the impression that she was a shoddy worker. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“Not today,” he said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“If I’d have asked you last week, what would you have said?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“Last week? I would have said I was the son of an oil company president.”</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Her lips lifted just a fraction. “You still are. I heard your father is doing much better.”</span><br />
<br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">The worry he’d been feeling over the last few weeks was deep and showed on his face.</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“You hear a lot of things.”</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“I
asked. I like your father.” And Tessa did. She’d always liked John
McKinnon. He didn’t treat her like someone who didn’t belong on his oil
rig. True, he was a gentleman, much like Gray had always been. But he
showed how much he valued her and respected her work. With so little
other positive in her life, that one small thing seemed huge.</span><br />
<br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Luke was clearly pleased at her compliment. “He’s a good guy. It’s hard not to like him.”</span><br />
<br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“Then why the guilty face?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";">He eyed her and then glanced up at the platform. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"><br />“Yes. But I’ve
clearly touched on a topic that is sensitive. Sorry about that. I have
no filter. I just say what’s on my mind.”</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“I’ll remember that, too.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">She put the hardhat on her head. “You’re not going to fire me for it, are you?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">He frowned. “Why would I do that?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">She couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks.” </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">When she remained standing there, he asked, “Was there anything else?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">There was so much more. However, this wasn’t the place. </span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Tessa shook her head. “I’m sure I’ll see you around.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“At least for today.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Her stomach dropped. “Are you leaving us already?” He couldn’t leave. She hadn’t even had a chance to talk to him. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“I meant I’ll be here until my father is well enough to come back to work.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">“Oh, let’s hope that’s soon.”</span><br />
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<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">She
walked away and felt his eyes on her back as she walked toward the
ladder. When she reached the ladder to climb to the second platform, she
turned around. Luke was still standing in the same place they’d spoken
together, holding his clipboard in his hand. He was staring at her.
Unlike most men who would turn away when caught, he continued to look at
her. She smiled and was rewarded with the same. A stab of regret hit
her as she turned away. She’d been so focused on talking to him that
she couldn’t see his smile up close or see if his eyes lit up, making
his smile genuine or something he just pasted on for show. Something
told Tessa Luke wasn’t the kind of man to put on airs that way. And she
liked that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Later. Definitely later.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">How do you say goodbye to a love when it had no ending? Gray McKinnon has spent two years struggling with moving on when the woman he loved suffered an accident that left her in a coma and no hope of recovery. Everyone urged Gray to move on. He's had plenty of offers to help him mend his broken heart on and off the rodeo circuit. But moving on is easier said than done when your heart belongs to someone else. At least, he thinks so until he sees Nina Hendrix again.<br /><br />Nina couldn't help falling in love with her big sister's cowboy any more than she could bring her sister, Jen, back from her coma. She's kept her distance from Gray out of respect for her sister. But when her family decides to move Jen to another medical facility a few states away, she can't help but reach out to Gray, even though she has no illusions that he could love her the way she loves him. She won't let herself be just another woman passing through his life, helping him forget. But one night in his arms makes her realize there is no future for them if every time he looks at her he sees the one woman he can never have.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Eight seconds.<br /><br />That’s all Gray McKinnon needed. He wasn’t so broken down at thirty-two that he couldn’t hold his seat on the back of a bucking bull for eight seconds, despite the whispers that he was as ancient as the dirt beneath him. He’d cut his eyeteeth at rodeos, like most of the McKinnons.<br /><br />Gray positioned himself on the back of the dusty bull named Frozen Tundra. He wasn’t as rank as some of the other bulls being drawn today. Even if he kept his seat, the bull’s score may not be high enough to give him placement today. But it didn’t matter. He wasn’t here to prove anything to anyone.<br /><br />Except himself.<br /><br />When he was sure his rigging strapped to the bull was secure, he nodded that he was ready and the chute opened. He expected power beneath him and Frozen Tundra didn’t disappoint. The bull tucked its head and showed him just how unhappy he was to have Gray on his back. The next Gray knew his hand broke free of the leather strap and he was airborne a few seconds. Then his body connected hard with the dirt. He didn’t even have time to be disappointed, or to react to the pain that shot through his body. He saw the rodeo clown headed toward him to distract Frozen Tundra and Gray knew he had to get out of the path of the charging bull. Still feeling the adrenaline rush, Gray scrambled to his feet as quick as he could and ran to the sideline. Only when he was climbing the rail did he feel pain shoot up his wrist.<br /><br />Fifteen minutes later Gray sat in the tented medic area with an ice pack on his wrist, staring at an empty gurney as the sound of rodeo erupted in the nearby arena.<br /><br />“You’ll have to keep that ice on you for another ten minutes or so. Probably should have an X-ray, too,” the medic said. “You work at the rig?”<br /><br />Gray nodded. He’d been working in the family oil business since he could hold his own out in the field. His father had insisted all of his children at least learn about the business before going off on their own. Each McKinnon took their turn as they came of age. Luke was the first. He’d worked at MW Oil before heading off to college. They’d all teased him that he’d purposely gone to law school to avoid having to come home and continue working under their father and uncle’s tutelage. But he hadn’t been home since. His brother Ian had been next, but then had left for a career in military soon after. His sister Grace had been exempt from working on the rig, but still worked in the offices. Julian was the youngest and the most stir crazy of all the McKinnons. That left Gray.<br /><br />“I’m working out in the field but I’m not doing anything with my hand that will prevent me from working.”<br /><br />The medic, a man in his mid-fifties that looked as if he’d spent too much time in the sun, shook his head. “Rules are rules. You have an injury. You need to get some film of it before you can be cleared to go back on the job. I can’t force you to do it, of course. But you put the company at risk without it. If anyone at the oil company finds out you were injured, you’re going to catch hell Monday morning.”<br /><br />Gray chuckled wryly. “It won’t even take that long.”<br /><br />The medic looked at him, his wiry gray and black brows pulling together into a frown.<br /><br />“I’m having Sunday dinner with the boss.”<br /><br />Dawning showed in the man’s expression. “Then you best get yourself an X-ray before you sit down at the dinner table. I’ll be back in a few minutes to take that ice pack and then wrap your wrist.”<br /><br />Alone in the medic tent again, Gray listened to the roar of the crowd as another rider finished their ride. He’d planned on doing his ride and then watching the other riders to get his head back into the sport. As he flexed his fingers and felt the ache in his wrist, he decided maybe coming back to the rodeo was a bad idea in more ways than just a sore wrist.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Ian McKinnon was just getting
steady on his feet, looking forward to the opening of the Wounded
Veterans Center and a big McKinnon wedding celebration, when tragedy
struck again. The soldier who'd saved his life while in the military has
died. He's charged with his most important mission: find his friend
Carlos's family in Mexico or become guardian and raise Carlos's
children. The only mandatory stipulation of his friend's will was that
Ian live under the same roof with Abby Townsend, a firefighter from
Carlos's firehouse. Abby knew the kids well and she could help ease them
all through the transition of becoming a family. Okay, so Ian may not
be daddy material, but he'd grown up with a whole lot of McKinnons
running around. He could handle the kids just fine. The beautiful Abby
Townsend was another story.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />Abby took one look at Ian and shook
her head with utter disbelief. What were her dear friends thinking by
naming a man whose nickname was "The Hazard" as guardian of their three
small children? She only needed to spend one year in Ian's house in
South Dakota. She had to either find Carlos's family, or convince Ian
that she was the better person to raise the children. Abby knows how
hard it is to lose someone you loved. She'll be there to protect the
children in any way she can. But can she protect her heart from falling
in love with a man known for taking too many risks...and risk heartbreak
again?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">There
was a time when the prospect of standing on two feet was beyond Ian
McKinnon’s imagination. That had been a darker time in his life. A time
he didn’t ever want to go back to again.<br />
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As he made his way up
the driveway leading to the home he’d spent the last year refurbishing,
feeling the early autumn sun on his face, he could finally see light. He
felt at peace.<br />
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His cousin’s SUV sat next to his Jeep in the
driveway. As he rounded the corner, he found Hawk sitting on the porch
overlooking the river in the back yard.<br />
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Hawk smiled and stood up
when they made eye contact. But the look on Hawk’s face immediately told
Ian he wasn’t here for a social call.<br />
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“Can we go inside and talk?”<br />
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Ian
sighed and tried to force a smile. “Something tells me I’m not going to
like this conversation. So if it’s all the same to you why we just have
it right here on the front porch?”<br />
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“I was hoping to spare you.”<br />
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Ian laughed without any humor. “That bad, huh? Just give it to me straight.”<br />
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Hawk shook his head and chuckled low. “You always did things your own way.”<br />
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Ian
climbed the few stairs and pivoted so he could sit opposite Hawk on the
porch. He braced himself for whatever news he was about to get.<br />
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“You got a call from Vermont this morning. Your mom took the call. No one has your new number.”<br />
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“I
didn’t get the new number until last week. I haven’t had a chance to
call Carlos and Brenda yet. Both of them are excited to come out and see
the house and the Wounded Veterans Center now that it’s nearly
complete. But both of them have my cell phone number. They could have
used that.”<br />
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He was rambling and his stomach hurt just looking at Hawk as his cousin struggled with what he was about to say.<br />
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“Carlos and Brenda’s lawyer only had your parents’ telephone number." <br />
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“Lawyer?" <br />
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Hawk nodded, taking a deep breath. “Carlos and Brenda are dead.”</span></span><br />
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When
single mother, Skylar Barnett, came to South Dakota, she thought her
life was just beginning. Newly pregnant, she waited for the love of her
life, Wade McKinnon, to join her so they could start their life near his
family. But her joy quickly shattered after learning Wade was presumed
killed during a tsunami that hit the small Asian island they'd both
worked on in the Peace Corp. She'd spent the last four years making
peace with her decision to marry a man she didn't love so her baby would
have a father. But marrying the wrong man when her heart belonged to
Wade was the biggest mistake of her life.<br />
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<b><i>Secrets and circumstance kept them apart...</i></b><br />
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No
one in Wade McKinnon's life knew that his work with the Peace Corp. was
just a cover for his real job in a secret military agency. Not even
Skylar, the woman he'd fallen hard for the moment he'd laid eyes on her.
But when his mission in Asia suddenly became too dangerous and all
agents in the field were ordered to disappear, using the tragic events
of the tsunami on the island where they'd met seemed like the only way
to keep Skylar and their unborn baby safe until the situation cooled
down. As much as it killed him, Wade stepped aside when he learned
Skylar had moved on with another man. But now that she's free, he's
determined to do everything he can to win back her love and claim the
life they'd dreamed of sharing.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">The
McKinnon clan didn’t need a reason to get together and celebrate, but
this Labor Day weekend they were going to get one. Homecomings were
always a good cause for a party. But this was one homecoming no one was
expecting.<br /><br />He parked his car in the driveway under a shady tree
along the driveway, making note of the fact that there was a pick-up
truck parked next to the garage in the spot where he used to park his
old sixty-seven mustang. He recognized the truck, although the last
time he’d seen Logan McKinnon driving it, the truck had been in better
condition. <br /><br />He paused at the corner of the house and heard
laughter filtering through the air. The boisterous laughing he always
heard when his brothers were all together. The giggles and shouts of
young children he’d yet to meet. It called to him as strong as the
smell of food being cooked over an open flame that tickled his senses.
But a hunger of another kind was stronger. The voices he heard had been
missing from his life for too long. But he listened closely until the
female voice that had haunted him grew louder.<br /><br />“I need to finish up in the kitchen. Hawk can you give me a minute and then come carry a few things out to the table?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />No, Kate you put your feet up. You’re always serving everyone at the diner. Let me do this.”<br /><br />The
screen door on the back deck opened and then shut. With his heart
pounding, he walked to the front door so he could have the precious few
moments alone with her before the rest of the family converged on him.
He needed those few moments.<br /><br />His old key still fit the lock on
the front door. Turning the knob slowly, he pushed the door open
quietly and stepped into the foyer. He glanced into the living room,
taking in every detail and exchanging what was different with what he’d
committed to memory long ago. The familiar smell of the house magnified
the realization that he had finally made it. He was home. <br /><br />He
didn’t want to scare her. He could only imagine her reaction when she
saw him. So he slipped through the living room and into the kitchen
through the dining room so he wouldn’t startle her. And when he finally
saw her, he thought his legs would crumble beneath him.<br /><br />Skylar Barnett. If there truly was just one great love in the universe for every person, Skylar was surely his.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />She
buzzed around the kitchen, almost dancing on the balls of her feet as
she moved. He used to say she looked like a ballerina, dancing as she
walked in the sand. She’d told him it was only because he made her
happy.<br /><br />“I heard the front door. Did I lock the screen door on
you by accident again, Hawk?” Skylar asked, licking her fingers of the
dressing she’d just stirred in the bowl. “This potato salad has to get
into the ice bowl on the table or it will spoil in his heat.”<br /><br />She
turned in the opposite direction towards the refrigerator, opened it,
and then pulled out a bottle. “Oh, and I forgot the Italian dressing for
the salad. Would you mind bringing that with you, too?” <br /><br />She
still hadn’t lifted her gaze to him. And he didn’t rush to get her
attention. He enjoyed just watching her move. He’d always loved the
way she moved as she rushed from one side of the kitchen to the next.<br /><br />Picking
up the bowl of potato salad from the counter, she turned to him, her
smile as bright as the blazing sun outside, and said, “Those barbeque
ribs your dad has on the grill smell so good, it’s making me-” <br /><br />Their
eyes met for the first time in over five years and she gasped. He
should have done something to prevent the bowl of food in her hand from
slipping through her grip and crashing to the floor. The bowl shattered
and the potato salad splattered on the tile floor and the cabinet
Skylar was standing near. She barely noticed the remnants of the mess
at her feet.<br /><br />“I’m not Hawk,” he said, never taking his eyes off hers. <br /><br />Her mouth dropped open, as tears welled up in her eyes. “Wade?”<br /><br />He
barely heard the words escape her lips, but he felt them just as strong
as he had the last time they’d been together. The memory of what it
tasted like to kiss her, and that small intake of breath she made before
her lips touched his.<br /><br />“Is it really you?”<br /><br />Her voice was a
whisper and surged him forward. He took a slow step toward her as she
took in seeing him for the first time in years. Her hand came up to
touch his face but stopped short before making contact. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Ten years of doing right didn’t erase one moment of stupid in the course of a man’s life. Ethan McKinnon knew that more than anyone. There were some things you couldn’t change no matter how much you wanted a do-over. No matter how much you had changed.<br /><br />Eight years of military service, most of them as a Navy SEAL, and the past year as a police officer, hadn’t prepared him for what he had to do in the next few minutes.<br /><br />Facing Maddie Newton.<br /><br />The sounds of his cruiser’s wheels on the pavement drowned out whatever thoughts cycled throughout his mind during the few hundred yards between seeing the red compact car plowed into the tree. He didn’t have to radio in the license plate to know who the driver was, making this stop all the more difficult.<br /><br />Pulling the mic from the radio attached to his duty belt, Ethan called into the station.<br /><br />“Dispatch, this is W17. I’m at the scene of a one car accident on Buena Vista Road. Vehicle is a red sedan.” He paused to read the license plate and transmit it to the dispatcher. “I’ll need a tow truck. Checking for injuries now and will radio back if an ambulance is needed.”<br /><br />“Copy that,” the dispatcher said.<br /><br />Ethan pushed the door open and stood for a second with his heart lodged in his throat, choking him. On pure adrenaline, he quickly moved his legs forward until he was standing just outside the driver’s side of the car. <br /><br />He’d seen Maddie from afar while he was driving in town and then down at the shelter just after the ice storm hit months ago. But he’d never ventured this close to her.<br /><br />The last time he’d seen Madelyn Newton, she’d been crying. She’d walked right up to him with half the town of Rudolph standing around them, her eyes lifeless and her body fragile with emotion. Then she’d slapped him across the face, telling him she never wanted to see him again. A few hours later, Ethan boarded a plane heading to Fort Benning, Georgia, so he could start the basic training that launched his career as a Navy SEAL.<br /><br />That was nearly ten years ago. Ethan had been back in Rudolph for nearly a year and he’d done everything possible to remain invisible to Maddie. Until now. <br /><br />Peering in through the window, he found Maddie slightly slumped over the deployed airbag, looking down at the red on her fingers. His mind focused on the red spot on the left side of her temple.<br /><br />Blood.<br /><br />Instantly, all his specialized training kicked in. His senses came alive and he quickly scanned the immediate area. The smell of antifreeze hung heavy in the air around him and steam rose slowly from beneath the hood of the car. But to Ethan’s relief, there was no smoke and he didn’t smell gasoline. <br /><br />As if just realizing Ethan was standing there, Maddie lifted her face and glanced up at him with a bewildered expression. Ethan opened the door and saw the red spot was now a streak trailing down the side of her face. Panic hit him hard in the center of his chest. He’d dealt with all types of emergency situations in his life, first as a Navy SEAL and now as a police officer. But this was Denny’s kid sister! And she was bleeding.<br /><br />“Maddie? Don’t move. Just let me know if you’re hurt.”<br /><br />She said nothing. Her eyes were void of the lifelessness he’d seen the last time they’d been this close. He’d braced himself for hatred. Maybe even another slap across the face. But Maddie just looked at him as if she were trying to piece the course of events that brought them there together.<br /><br />“You just plowed your car into a tree. Your airbag was deployed. Do you feel any pain in your chest?”<br /><br />She shook her head weakly.<br /><br />“You hit your head during impact,” he said. “Do you understand what I’m saying to you, Maddie? Do you know who I am?”</span></span><br />
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