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A Cowboy With Something To Hide…
On the rodeo circuit, B. J. Lambert had plenty of chances to forget about his first love. Back in Coffee Creek, it's impossible. Savannah Moody is as irresistible to B.J. as when they were teens. He'd still do anything for her—except give up the secret he promised to keep.
Sheriff Savannah Moody knows B.J. is hiding something. Not his feelings for her—it's obvious to both of them that the attraction is as strong as ever. But she simply can't afford to give in. She has her sister to care for, and the family land, and B.J. might be gone tomorrow. She also has a job to do: to pursue the truth and discover what really happened eighteen years ago when a barn burned and a man died. Even if it costs her dearly….
- Sales Rank: #2248205 in Books
- Published on: 2013-07-01
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.65" h x .59" w x 4.12" l, .25 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 224 pages
About the Author
CJ Carmichael gave up the glamour of income tax forms and double-entry bookkeeping when she sold her first book in 1998. She has now written over 30 novels for Harlequin, been twice nominated for RWA’s RITA award, as well as Romantic Time’s Career Achievement award. CJ lives in Calgary, Alberta, with her partner, Mike, and the family cat, Penny.
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B. J. Lambert was in the loading chute at the Wild Rogue Rodeo in Central Point, Oregon, about to settle all one hundred and sixty pounds of himself on the back of a horse that had been named Bucking Machine.
These were the moments B.J. lived for. As he clamped down on the adrenaline rush of anticipation and fear—and yes, there was fear, only a fool wouldn't have at least a little—a deep calm washed over him.
Once that chute was opened, it would all be over in eight seconds. He might have the best ride of his life or be disqualified. He could end up injured, or he might stroll out of the arena as nonchalantly as if he'd just taken a walk through a park.
B.J. pulled in as much air as his lungs could hold. He knew the announcer was talking about his accomplishments, perhaps going so far as to call him one of the legends of rodeo.
After eighteen years on the circuit, the buckles and trophies tended to add up.
But B.J. wasn't listening to any of that. His mind was focused entirely on the present and the animal he was about to ride.
"Give me your best," he said in a low voice to Bucking Machine. "And I'll give you mine."
He gripped the rigging in his left hand and gave the signal he was ready. As the chute opened he settled his full weight on the gelding and the ride began.
Bucking Machine started with a wild leap and B.J. focused on making contact with the heels of his boots, marking him out to prevent disqualification.
Then, with his right hand high in the air, he matched his wits, strength and balance with those of the horse. He wasn't so much thinking at this point as simply doing what came naturally.
The more wicked turns and kicks the horse threw at him, the happier B.J. was. Only 50 percent of his grade was based on his skills—the rest was up to the gelding.
Give me all you've got. I can take it.
And he did. But when the eight-second horn sounded, he lost no time in getting off. He jumped, managing to land on his feet in the dirt-packed arena.
From the volume of the crowd's cheering, he could tell he'd had a good round. He waved his hat, specifically looking for his sister, Cassidy, and her fiance, Dan Farley, who were also participating in the rodeo. Next he looked for his mother, sitting rigidly in the stands.
Olive did not approve of the rodeo and he didn't kid himself that she was here to watch him perform. No, she'd driven all this way to cheer on Cassidy and Farley, whose recent engagement had pleased her so much she was willing to put aside her usual distaste for the sport.
The engagement was good news for a family that had had a hell of a rough ride this year. After Brock's death, it had seemed nothing would ever be right again. The loss always hit B.J. hardest at night—he hadn't had a straight eight hours of sleep in a long time.
But he was grateful that Corb had recovered from his injuries. He'd even fallen in love and married Laurel Sheridan, Winnie's red-haired friend from New York City. Now they had a little daughter—life continued.
Winnie, however, still hadn't returned to Coffee Creek since Brock's funeral. She was convalescing at her parents' farm in the Highwood area. The family had been shocked to learn that she'd been two months pregnant at the time of the accident. Now she had a little boy and B.J. wondered when he would meet him.
He'd called Winnie a few times since Brock's death. Their conversations were always short, since neither of them knew quite what to say. They always ended the same way, with Winnie promising to return with her son to Coffee Creek one day soon.
But in the meantime, her staff and Laurel were running the Cinnamon Stick Cafe.
As for Jackson, nothing anyone said seemed able to lessen the guilt he felt for being the driver that day. B.J. felt bad for his foster brother and hoped that eventually time would heal his pain.
B.J. himself was no stranger to guilt. He knew that with Brock gone, it was up to him, the eldest son, to step in and help. But the rodeo had become more than a job to him over the years. It was an adrenaline addiction that kept him from thinking of a certain woman he should have forgotten a long time ago.
He gave his head a shake and reminded himself to focus. Lately his thoughts had been scattering far too easily.
"…and we have an eighty-nine for Mr. B. J. Lambert today, ladies and gentlemen. That pretty much guarantees him top standing for the Wild Rogue this year. Give it up, folks, for a gentleman who has dedicated many good years to this sport we all love…"
Tommy, one of the pick-up men, clapped his shoulder. "Well done." A couple other competitors offered their congratulations, too, stopping him to shake his hand and make admiring comments about his ride.
Once upon a time B.J. would have enjoyed all of this. Winning was the point, right?
But today he felt flat. That moment in the chute with Bucking Machine had meant more to him than any of this.
And later, when he was called to the stage and given his check and trophy, it was all he could do to muster a smile and wave at the spectators.
His sister came running and threw out her arms for a big hug. "Way to go, B.J. We're all so proud of you."
Her fiance, a man who had been his friend since they were mutton-busting age, gave him a firm handshake. "Impressive. Hell, you were the man to beat, but no one even came close."
B.J. shrugged. "It's what I do. You novices, though, you really kicked butt. You're the ones who deserve the big congratulations."
Cassidy flushed. She'd come in third in barrel racing after a six-year hiatus from the sport, while Farley, a full-time vet who competed only occasionally in the rodeo, had managed to take first place in steer wrestling. B.J. could tell he was still on a high from his great performance. B.J. remembered well the days when winning had made him feel that way, too.
Hard to say when the thrill had started to fade. Maybe when he'd noticed the other cowboys sharing their victories with girlfriends, wives and children, while he always stood on the podium alone?
"We were all pretty awesome," Cassidy said, linking one arm around Farley, the other around her brother. His sister looked happier than he'd seen her in some time, and he was glad for her. She'd recently decided to leave behind her planned business career to work as a horse trainer and teacher with Straws Monahan. Her recent engagement to Farley was also a big reason for the glow in her smile.
"You two make a great couple," he said.
And that's when his mother joined the group. She was decked out in a stylish skirt and trimmed Western shirt, looking spry and fit for a woman in her sixties.
"You did well, Robert James." The words were right, but the tone held the note of contained disapproval that he was used to hearing from his mother.
"Thanks, Mom. I'm glad you could be here."
She nodded, then turned to her daughter. "I'm tired. Think I'll head back to the hotel."
"Oh." Cassidy's face fell. "Would you like us to come with you?"
"No. You go ahead and celebrate." She sighed. It was the drinking and partying that accompanied rodeo that she most disapproved of. "I suppose you've earned the right to a little fun."
"We'll have fun," Cassidy agreed. "But you know we won't overdo the drinking. We never do."
B.J. wondered if his sister thought she was speaking for him, too, when she said that. If so, she wasn't being entirely honest.
"Ready to head over to the Rogue Saloon?" Cassidy asked him, once their mother had departed.
"I'll meet you there. I promised an interview to a reporter from the Mail Tribune" His sister didn't look too disappointed, and neither did Farley. He was definitely the third wheel tonight. Maybe he'd just skip the party. He wasn't much in the mood, anyway.
It turned out there were a couple of reporters waiting to interview him, and he answered their questions politely, giving the stock answers that he had memorized years ago.
He'd thought he was finished, when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"B.J.?"
The nerves that ran along his spine tingled at the sound of her voice.
He turned slowly, taking the time for a good long look before he answered. Savannah—the local sheriff back home—wasn't in uniform tonight. She was wearing her thick, dark hair long, and in her jeans, brown boots and black-and-gray shirt, she could have been just another pretty rodeo fan.
She had on silver hoop earrings and a silver star that hung from her neck by a black ribbon. But what really drew his gaze were her eyes, dark and wary.
"How are you, Savannah?" He almost couldn't believe it was really her. For eighteen years she'd barely spoken to him—except when official duty required her to, like the day his brother Brock had died.
She shrugged, as if to say it didn't matter how she was.
"Something's happened," she said. His heart contracted painfully. "Not another accident."
"No." She held out her hand in a reassuring gesture. "No. Nothing like that. It's about the fire."
He understood immediately that she was referring to the awful night that had changed everything between them. She'd been home babysitting her little sister while he went out partying with their friends and her twin brother, Hunter.
Right from the beginning things had gone wrong. First the location. Hunter had been keen for their group to ride ATVs out to an abandoned barn on Olive's estranged sister's property. B.J. hadn't felt right about it, but he'd gone along.
Then a big electrical storm had struck, spooking the girls and sending them running. Only Brock and Hunter had stayed behind to witness the barn catching fire. Not until later did they discover that a vagrant had been passed out in the loft. Rain had put out the fire before the barn burned down, but smoke inhalation killed the vagrant.
B.J. had been the one to insist on calling the authorities. He'd also done what he thought was the noble thing—taking the blame for inviting his friends out to his aunt's barn. He'd wanted to protect his girlfriend's brother, not ever considering that Savannah would blame him for getting Hunter in trouble.
"Isn't that ancient history?"
"I wish." She exhaled her annoyance. "I had a visit from a private investigator from L.A." She frowned as a young man carrying two beers in his hands jostled her shoulder. "Could we find someplace quiet to talk?"
He thought about his trailer. Too small, too intimate. The saloon where Cassidy and Farley were headed would be noisy. "I could stand some food. Want to go out for a steak?"
She hesitated, and he could see the mistrust in her eyes. Even after all these years, it hurt.
She blamed him for what had happened to her brother. Always a kid who invited trouble, Hunter had grown even wilder after the fire. He'd given up on school, found a rougher set of friends, and two months later, on his and Savannah's eighteenth birthday, had stolen money from their mother and run off to his first rodeo.
Since then he'd been traveling from one state to the other, always on the move.
On the surface—and to Savannah—it probably seemed as if he and Hunter lived pretty similar lives. But the heavy drinking and gambling that sucked up most of Hunter's energy was not B.J.'s scene.
"My truck is parked close." She pointed to the visitor lot. "How about we talk there?"
Though she worded it as a question, she didn't wait for him to answer—just started walking as if she expected him to follow.
B.J. stood his ground. Following wasn't something he did a lot of. But this was Savannah and he had to hear what was on her mind. With a sigh, he set off after her.
Savannah could feel her phone vibrating as she moved away from B. J. Lambert. Good. She needed a distraction.
As soon as she'd started talking to him, she'd realized approaching B.J. was a mistake. She'd thought enough years had passed that he would be almost like a stranger to her now. But strangers—not even the best-looking ones—didn't make her palms sweat.
She was a sheriff, damn it. She was supposed to be tough.
She'd come to the rodeo in the first place hoping to see her brother. But though he was registered, Hunter hadn't shown up.
A typical Hunter move. And since he refused to own a cell phone, she had no easy way to locate him.
Talking to B.J. had been the logical next step. Until she'd looked into those knowing gray eyes of his and had felt all her insides come undone.
As she reached for her phone, she hoped B.J. would get stubborn and refuse to cooperate. But she could hear the sound of his boots scuffing along the hard-packed dirt behind her.
She'd started something now. The Lord only knew where it would end.
Savannah glanced at her phone's display, hoping the call would be official business requiring her to leave Central Point, Oregon, right this minute. But the number was from the Mountain View Care Home back in Coffee Creek.
"Savannah Moody."
"I can't find my slippers."
She tried not to sigh. The staff at the care home had been instructed to restrict her mother's calls. But Fran-cine Moody could be ingenious, and no one appreciated that better than Savannah.
Over the years her mother's calls had become increasingly frequent and ever more muddled. Francine had never had the strongest hold on reality. Now it was mostly beyond her grasp.
"Mom, hang up the phone and ask Aubrey to help you find them."
"Who's Aubrey?"
"She feeds you dinner every evening, remember? The nice woman with the smile you say reminds you of Goldie Hawn?"
Actually, aside from her dyed blond hair and winning smile, Aubrey looked nothing like the winsome movie star. But the association seemed to help her mom's failing memory.
"Oh, yes, Goldie Hawn. Do you remember when she—"
"Mom, I've got to go now, okay?" If she let her ramble on, her mother would spend the next thirty minutes rehashing the plot of some old movie. "I'll be home again in a few days and I'll visit you then." She closed her phone, hoping B.J. hadn't heard any of that. His pity about her down-and-out family was the last thing she needed.
A few steps away from her truck, Savannah pulled out her keys and clicked the unlock button. She'd just slid behind the steering wheel, when B.J. plopped himself right next to her.
She stared straight ahead, trying to adjust to his presence. But even without looking she could sense his long, muscular form beside her.
B.J. was too tall to be a cowboy, but that hadn't stopped him from being a success at it. He had a high forehead and a strong jaw and chin, and intense gray eyes that hinted at green when the light was right.
From the first time she'd met him—at age fifteen when she'd walked into class as the new kid in town—she'd thought he was the best-looking guy she'd ever seen.
She still thought that. Reluctantly.
Asking him to come to her truck had been a mistake. She'd thought a restaurant would be too intimate. But her cab had never felt so small, and if there'd been a table between them, at least she wouldn't have had to sit so close that their shoulders practically touched.
The table also would have hidden the long line of his jean-clad thigh. And surely, in a restaurant, she wouldn't have been able to hear the sound of him breathing.
"This is real cozy, but an open window would be nice."
Quickly she inserted the key, then powered down both windows. "Sorry. This is awkward."
"It doesn't have to be, Savannah."
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Promise from a Cowboy
By M. Reynard
You would expect grown men to have a little more sense. Especially if they're trying harder to be responsible. But in this 3rd book of the Coffee Creek Montana series, common sense is hard to find. And being that it's the 3rd book, I'd highly recommend reading the series in order if you want to understand the characters, although it isn't entirely necessary.
B.J. Lambert has decided that the rodeo just doesn't hold the draw for him it used to. In fact, the sheriff from his hometown has more appeal. But then again, she always has for him. But it's a shame she doesn't trust him because of an unfortunately fire that involved him and her brother as youths. Because of that, and the new evidence found in it, he may find that Sheriff Savannah will never be willing to have feelings for him.
B.J. is infuriating. He tries to hold back things on the pretense of not hurting someone, even when they tell him the truth would make them feel better. It makes absolutely no sense and is just used to drive the plot. I quickly became disgusted with his character and would not have seen him the way that Savannah does. Savannah herself is a pretty strong woman. She has to be, to be the sheriff, so that too baffles me why she would fall for someone who's obviously not up to her standards. I was relieved to see the mother drama of the Lambert clan was toned down a bit. I don't like the woman, and that's probably the intent of the book, but it makes me want to skip over the parts that mention her.
The fact that a poor decision on keeping the truth is what drives this plot makes this one of the weaker ones in the series. Sure it moves along at a good pace and more loose ends in the Lambert family are tied up, but I've come to expect better from the series. Since they have a great setting (Montana) and cowboy characters, there's some good ingredients in the mix. It's not a bad book, but it certainly isn't one of the better ones in the series. And for the romance aspect of it, it's all pretty mild, so if you don't like graphic sex scenes, this would probably be a series right up your alley.
I'm eager to see what the fourth and final book will bring. Hopefully it will be better than this one.
Promise From a Cowboy
Copyright 2013
216 pages
Review by M. Reynard 2013
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful.
Promise from a Cowboy
By Denise Van plew
Looking for a book that has it all this one would be it. This was the first time I read one of her books and it was adorable. It has romance of course and a murder mystery. It has a sense of family woven through out. Two people B.J. Lambert and now Sheriff-Savannah Moody meet up again at first under not so nice circumstances and than later work together to clear a murder mystery. Through out it all they find they still have feelings for each other and the path they go on could clear the way or not- do not want to spoil it. I find in most reviews they tell to much of story and I would rather read and discover it for myself-the joy of reading it. A family feud is also present the whys and wherefores of it. It also has a surprise ending. After reading this one I would definitely read others by this author.
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful.
Promise from a Cowboy
By sparkle
I really liked this book. It is the story of B.J. Lambert and Savannah Moody and the third in the series. Savannah is the sheriff in town. B.J. left home to be on the rodeo circuit. He comes back home to Coffee Creek, and finds his attraction to her as strong as ever. She is trying to take care of her sister, her Mom,the land, and her job that she loves. He is trying to do what is right for his family's business, make Savannah his and keep a promise he made 18 years ago to her brother.
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