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Wyatt Buckhorn is only a pal. If sharing scorching kisses that leave a woman feeble-brained means they're pals! But that's all the oilman-slash-rancher can be to Natalie Lewis. Five months pregnant and recently jilted, Natalie refuses to trust any man, least of all a man who is the definition of playboy.
Throw in that every run-in turns into a fiery encounter, and "just friends" gets complicated. Which is a shame, because Natalie's life is messy enough.
Besides, she knows Wyatt's secret—he's sterile, and so enforces a strict kid-free rule. But when circumstances have them caring for a whole clan of Buckhorn youngsters over the holidays, Natalie sees a side of Wyatt that's definitely kid-friendly. Weakening defenses, and even weaker knees, have Natalie determined to destroy Wyatt's anti-family policy…before he leaves town for good.
- Sales Rank: #2803097 in Books
- Published on: 2011-11-29
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.62" h x .59" w x 4.21" l,
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 224 pages
About the Author
Laura Marie Altom of Tulsa, Oklahoma is the best-selling, award-winning author of twenty-four books. Her works have made several appearances on both the Barnes and Noble and Waldenbooks’ Best-seller lists. This mother of fifteen-year-old twins has spoken on numerous occasions at both regional and national conferences, and teaches reading at a Tulsa middle school. She’s been married to her college sweetheart for nineteen years.
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If Natalie Lewis felt any more emotionally battered, she'd dissolve into a teary puddle right there in the middle of Georgina Buckhorn's garden. Pregnant. Abandoned. Surrounded by dozens of happy. October-sun-drenched guests whose very presence dictated she force a smile. Around these parts, the christening of Josie and Dallas Buckhorn's new baby was huge. But how was she supposed to get into a celebratory frame of mind when hours earlier Craig had shattered her world?
She'd loved him and had assumed they'd be married and raise a family together. But then, silly her, she'd only been waiting for that ring on her finger for three years. What was wrong with her that she'd ignored every sign that Craig avoided commitment the way some folks steered clear of root canals? From not wanting to even hold hands in public to bailing on too many important occasions to count. Craig made a habit of reminding her just how little she meant in the overall scheme of his life. He even refused to sleep over on the Friday nights they made love. Oh, he'd invented his own art form when it came to stringing her along. Promising to spend more time with her when his work slowed. Explaining he'd just bought a calendar to help remember their dates. Ha! Fat lot of good that'd had done when he'd left it in a junk drawer. And he worked for UPS! Did they ever slow down? God, she was such an idiot.
"I need a favor."
Natalie glanced up to see Wyatt Buckhorn standing before her in all his glory. "I'm busy."
"Could've fooled me." He pried her cookie-filled plate from her hands, setting it on the table alongside her wicker love seat.
"Hey." she protested. "If ever there was a girl in need of cookie-therapy, it's me."
He rolled his eyes. "Cry me a river. Craig's been an ass before, and I'm sure he will again. This is important." Drawing her to her feet, he tugged her against him—tightly enough together a playing card couldn't have been slid between them. Though Natalie and Wyatt had been pals since their first day in Weed Gulch Elementary's kindergarten class, she couldn't ever remember touching him—not like this. He was a Buckhorn, and had everything that came with the name. Criminally handsome, filthy rich, with enough charisma to charm a rattler into being a lap pet. That said, she'd always viewed him as someone to study from afar. He moved in vastly different circles than she did, which was fine. Back in high school he dated only cheerleaders and she'd had no wish to break her arm in a cheerleading pyramid, or, now that they'd grown, his usual date's stiletto heels.
"Yeah." she snatched a cookie from her plate. "so is my strict comfort-food regime."
Fingers around her wrist, he playfully growled before biting off a good three-quarters of her treat.
Before she'd worked up a protest speech, he finished it off.
"Back to business." he said upon swallowing. "In about thirty seconds. I'm going to kiss you. If you play along. I'll forever be in your debt." With a tip of his cowboy hat, he looked as matter-of-fact as if he'd asked directions to the nearest bar.
Natalie lurched back far enough for the pool deck's wrought-iron fence to bite into her lower vertebrae. "How much champagne punch have you had?"
"Promise." he said in his lazy cowboy drawl. "I'm stone-cold sober. Plus, this whole godparent thing makes us practically family, and besides my date you're the only single female under the age of eighty and over the age of seven. You're my only hope."
"No." she insisted. "I've had the worst twenty-four hours in world history and—"
Leaning into her personal space, his warm, sugar-laced breath acted like a brick thrown against her resolve. In the lifetime they'd been casual friends, she couldn't recall Wyatt having ever stood so close. Her pulse behaved badly, galloping over her common sense at an alarming speed.
Licking suddenly parched lips, she managed to mutter. "So, yeah, it's been a lousy day for me and I probably should just go home."
"Hell." He inched still closer. "That's what you want. I'll drive you. Just first help me with a kiss."
Where Natalie's words used to live now resided hitched breath and the kind of tingly awareness she shouldn't be feeling. But this was Wyatt Buckhorn standing before her, begging for a kiss. The scene didn't make sense—not in her carefully ordered world.
"So we're good?" Wyatt asked, hovering his lips above hers.
No! This assault against her senses was miles from good. But then, in true Buckhorn style, Wyatt claimed what he wanted, pressing his lips to hers. And then he wasn't just kissing her, but transporting her to another world. A place where she wasn't alone and trying to hide that she was five months pregnant, but shimmering with a slow, honeyed warmth spreading from her head to her toes. Wyatt's kiss was firm yet gentle. Sinful and wicked, but in a heavenly realm of good.
When she moaned, he stole the opportunity to sweep her tongue with his. The broad, leisurely stroke was too much, drowning her in powerful, sexy heat. Arms on autopilot, they twined about his neck, and she pressed her fingertips to the back of his head, urging him in for still more. When he finally released her, it was a struggle for Natalie to keep her rubbery knees from buckling.
"Damn…" To Natalie's credit. Wyatt looked a little dazed himself by the power of what they'd shared. Did that mean it hadn't all been her imagination? "Um, that went better than expected."
Breathing still shallow, Natalie managed a nod.
He glanced away, red-faced. "We good?"
"Ah, in what sense?" she asked, doing a quick check to make sure her clothes hadn't spontaneously combusted from her superheated limbs.
"You know, like we're still pals?"
Pals? She choked back a laugh. If this was how he kissed a woman he thought of as his pal, she couldn't fathom the carnal gifts he'd dole out to an actual lover. "Um, sure."
"Thanks." After landing a sucker punch to Natalie's right shoulder, he nodded toward his scowling date. "Pretty sure that did the trick."
"Everyone line up for more pictures!" Georgina Buckhorn, Wyatt's mother, was in her element. Parties were her thing, and the over-the-top angel-themed christening for Josie and Dallas's second daughter together, Esther, was no exception. A trio of harpists provided ethereal song to the gorgeous Indian-summer afternoon. Buffet tables dripping in vintage lace and pearls held outrageously opulent cakes, candies and tarts. Antique-pink roses perfumed the air. "Natalie and Wyatt, you two hold the baby alongside the fountain. Dallas, throw glitter at them so they sparkle."
"I'm not pitching glitter at my child." Dallas barked, handing Esther to his brother. As the eldest of the Buckhorn men, he was also the least playful. A fact that, at the moment, served Natalie well.
"Again." Wyatt whispered above the fountain's gurgle for only her to hear. "I appreciate you helping me out with that kiss. I've been hinting to Starla for days that I'm not the kind of guy who's in it for the long haul, but she refuses to listen. By helping me provide a few more visual clues, you made the perfect assist."
"Sure. No biggee." Liar, her conscience screamed. Part of her wanted to rail at him for including her in such a stupid stunt. Then there was the portion of Natalie still humming with awareness and craving more of whatever Wyatt cared to offer—and that girl wanted to thank him.
Georgina, camera in hand, directed. "I need a few with just the godparents. Natalie, you hold Esther. Wyatt, put your arm around Nat—and for heaven's sake, smile."
Unbearable didn't come close to describing the next five minutes. As much as Natalie had always viewed Wyatt as a fixture in her life, like a brother, she had to admit—if only to herself—he'd grown into one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen. Tall and lanky with spiky black hair and impenetrable brown eyes, he was the dark horse to his fair-haired brothers and sister. He'd been the epitome of Weed Gulch High cool. Star quarterback for football. Pitcher for baseball. He'd changed girlfriends as often as clothes. Wiley Wyatt, he'd been nicknamed for his refusal to commit.
"Nat," Josie Buckhorn called. "scoot closer to Wyatt. He's not going to bite." Natalie's best friend, a petite redhead with freckles and a perpetual smile ever since marrying Dallas, gestured for Natalie to sidle up to Wyatt.
"I might. Bite, that is." He aimed a wink toward his already miffed blonde date, which sent her stomping toward the open bar.
Natalie sighed. Wyatt's action was perfect. Just the sort of thing needed to plant her feet solidly back on the ground. Their kiss might've been scorching, but it was also make-believe. And from a guy apparently every bit as commitment-phobic as Craig.
"Just a few more," Georgina said, adjusting Esther's bonnet, "and we ought to have enough."
The baby started to fuss.
"You're done." Dallas growled at his mom and the high-priced Tulsa photographer. Taking the baby into his arms, he too headed for the bar.
Josie chased after him carrying their other daughter, Mabel.
Leaving Natalie on her own with her pal.
He cleared his throat, extending his hand for her to shake. "I really did appreciate your help. Sorry if our kiss got a little too, well…nice."
"Apology accepted." Nice wasn't the word she'd have chosen for the hot tingles still coursing through her body from his touch. Now she wholeheartedly understood why women flocked to him. S...
Most helpful customer reviews
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful.
Sweet romance
By Dissatisfied
I usually don't write reviews... But I was compelled to do so to temper impressions generated by the only other review. I thoroughly enjoyed this book. While I may have been at times frustrated by the limitations of the H/h ( his focus on his sterility, her lack of understanding that some people actually need distance from their families), I thought that, when it came own to it, they were a perfect fit. I actually liked both the characters, which is rarer than one would think.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
Likable characters, but the story just lacks heart
By Hope This Helps
Stand alone read. 4th in The Buckhorn Ranch series.
EASY READ. Engaging family theme, believable, sometimes funny dialogue, good supporting cast, and a sweet storyline. HOWEVER, there is very little romance, the main characters are self-focused and the same-old, same-old gets to be annoying, the ending is a let-down, and the story just drags in places.
THE STORY follows childhood friends, school counselor, Natalie Lewis, and oil geologist, Wyatt Buckhorn. Natalie is dumb enough to believe that getting pregnant by her three-year steady boyfriend will force him to the alter and Wyatt recently found out he is sterile which makes him feel isolated and affects his playboy lifestyle.
As the book opens, Natalie has been dumped, is five-month pregnant and has no plan, and Wyatt's plan is to run away from his prolific, child-blessed siblings, to Ethiopia. While both are wallowing in life's misfortunes, a devastating accident puts Wyatt's brother and wife in critical care, and Natalie and Wyatt are left to care for all of his sibling's children together.
OVERALL, some poignant and funny moments, but mostly the story is repetitive, almost boring. My advice, there are a lot better books out there. (bpl)
THE BUCKHORN RANCH series includes The Bull Rider's Christmas Baby, The Rancher's Twin Troubles, A Cowgirl's Secret, and A baby in His Stocking.
You may also enjoy the complex characters and storytelling of N. Bruhns, A. Stuart, C. Ryan, or for sweet, funny, romances with and heart touching angst, try S. Fox, C. Colter, or E. Palfrey.
For good mystery/criminal detective writers you might try J. D. Robb, D. Stabenow, M. Ferris, S. Grafton, J. Evanovich, S. W. Albert, Gayle Wilson, Julie Miller or B.J Daniels.
2 of 3 people found the following review helpful.
Just say no...
By Ren5245
I don't have a nice thing to say about this book. Lets see... There is no love story it's basically about two people who baby sit a bunch of spoiled children then get together because she is pregnant and he can't have kids.
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